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Paul and I had been friends for years - long enough that he and I had spent
enough time together that his kids called me "Uncle Dan", even though they
knew I wasn't related. Several years before, he had divorced from his wife,
on grounds of 'incompatibility'. The divorce was relatively amicable, and
when his wife decided to move to another state, he got custody of the kids.
There were 3 of them: Jan (whom I called 'Trouble', because she never was),
14, was cute as the proverbial bug's ear at about 5 foot 6 inches tall, 80
to 90 pounds, and with a slender - but nicely curved - build. Leo, at 10,
was undoubtedly the smartest of the bunch (prompting me to call him 'Brainiac'),
which sometimes got him into trouble. Finally, there was John (who earned
the nickname of 'Goober'), at 7, and something of a little hellion.
Paul and I were close enough that he trusted me to watch out for the kids
when he had to make a trip out of town. Fortunately, the kids *knew* that he
loved them more than anything else in the world, and that his trips were a
part of what he did to make sure they had the things they needed. These
trips were of varying lengths, due to his job as a truly exceptional
salesman - he made damn good money from his commissions. Looking after the
kids usually just involved getting them to and from the Catholic school they
attended, making sure they ate properly, and infrequently, getting someone
to a volleyball (Jan), soccer (John), or Karate (Leo) session. Surprisingly,
they got along reasonably well - only rarely was it necessary to break up
any arguments or (even rarer) an actual fight. The kids and I were close
enough, in fact, that they frequently came to me with questions or problems
they didn't think they could take to Paul. Paul and I had talked about it,
and he didn't have any problem with me giving them suggestions and advice.
He wasn't real happy about it, but realized that it was better the kids go
to someone he trusted, than not have their questions or problems settled at
all.
It was while Paul was on one of his weekend trips that I got my first good
look at Jan. Paul had left early Saturday, and asked me to stop in that
morning to get the kids up. I started, as usual, with Jan. By waking her
first, she'd be able to help with getting things going and organized while I
tried to raise the boys from the dead (right sound sleepers, they were). I
knocked on her door, and after not hearing anything for a few seconds,
opened it - only to be greeted with the sight of Jan holding her right
breast (about the size of half an orange, with a light brown nipple) with
her right hand, and with her left hand buried in her (lightly brown-furred)
crotch. It was only a moment before she realized she wasn't alone (barely
time enough for the door to open), and when her eyes opened and she saw me,
she gave a little squeak, and snatched the bedcovers over herself. I quickly
apologized for disturbing her, and said that I'd only wanted to wake her up
for breakfast. That said, I apologized again, and closed the door, heading
off to wake the boys.
As I was trying to get the boys up, I heard her take care of her morning
ablutions; she was in the kitchen getting herself some breakfast by the time
I finally got Leo and John moving.
When I entered, she looked at me, started blushing, and began acting very
nervous. I figured she was just embarrassed, and figured the best thing I
could do was to simply ignore it for the moment, and got myself a cup of
coffee (ah, the nectar of life!).
About that time, the boys made their appearance, and breakfast started with
the usual minor bickering and indecision on the boys' part. Finally, though,
breakfast was done, and Leo and John headed off to the local park in search
of something to do.
Jan was cleaning the kitchen as I cleared the table, and I noticed that she
was still rather nervous - frequent glances at me, starting to speak several
times before stopping herself, and so on. I finally asked her if she would
sit down at the table with me for a moment - which resulted in her looking
both relieved, and even more nervous or frightened.
When I'd gotten a refill, and she was seated, I started out by telling her
"Jan, I'm sorry I disturbed you this morning. I knocked, and didn't hear any
answer, so I thought it was okay to come in; I didn't know you were busy." -
which earned me the brightest blush I'd ever seen.
I followed up by saying "There's nothing for you to be embarrassed about;
that's something that everybody does. I'm just sorry that I interrupted you,
and embarrassed you. Next time, I'll knock louder, and wait a bit longer
before opening the door."
That got me another blush (not so much this time), and Jan started to reply
before stopping herself.
"What? Did you want to say something?" I asked.
She was staring into her lap, and hesitated a moment before answering, "You
mean that you're not mad? You're not going to tell Daddy or Father Thomas at
school?"
Surprised, I said "No, why would I be mad? Like I said, it's something
everybody does. And why would I want to tell your dad or Father Thomas?"
"Because Father Thomas and the nuns say that's a sin." She replied.
"Jan, what you were doing is called masturbation. Maybe the church calls it
a sin, but I - and a lot of other people - don't think of it that way, at
all. It's something that everybody has done at some point in their lives;
usually when they're about the same age you are now. Maybe the church
doesn't like it, but that's not something I want to argue about."
"You mean it's not a sin?"
"No, I didn't say that. I'm saying that I don't agree with the church: they
say it's a sin and can cause bad things to happen. I don't think that way
about it. If Father Thomas had seen you, he would have a different opinion,
I expect; but it was ME that interrupted you, and I'M telling you that *I*
don't think you were doing anything wrong. In case you hadn't noticed, I've
told you that I'm sorry for _disturbing_ you - I don't think that's what
someone would say if they thought what you were doing was bad, or a sin,
right?"
She smiled (and blushed) a bit, and answered, "No, I guess not. But why do
Father Thomas and the nuns tell us not to do that, then?"
"Jan, you know that there are things about being Catholic that are different
from the ways of other churches, right?"
"Well, yeah."
"This is one of those things that the church decided, probably a long time
ago, and I suspect that they've been saying it for so long that they
couldn't change it now, even if they wanted to. If you want to know why the
church thinks it's a sin, you'll have to ask Father Thomas or one of the
nuns. I promise you, *I* sure as heck don't know!"
She smiled again, and told me "I don't understand a lot of the stuff that
they tell us - and they don't hardly tell us _anything_!"
"What do you mean 'anything'?"
"Well, like about sex and stuff. I mean, they just tell us don't do it until
you're married, but they don't say WHY. I didn't even understand for the
longest time that what I was doing" - another blush - "was the
'masturbation' they were talking about."
"Jan, don't they have any kind of sex education or classes about your body
at school?"
"Not really. I mean, they showed us a couple of little movies that told us
boys were different from girls, and a little bit of how, but they didn't
actually *tell* us anything we didn't already know."
"Do you at least know the names of the parts and all that?" I asked.
"Um, no, not much."
I sighed. Why is it so many so-called adults are so willing to treat
teenagers like kids, and then complain that that's what they act like? How
are kids supposed to LEARN if nobody's willing to not only tell them, but
*teach* them, and _explain_ to them?
I asked, "Okay, do you want to learn? Do you want to know what is going on,
and how your body works, and all that?"
"Um, well, yeah. But I'd be too ashamed to have to actually *ask* anybody."
"You don't have to ask anyone, Jan. I can get you started on the Internet,
and you can find out about anything you want to know without being afraid or
ashamed. Would you like that?"
"Yeah! Can we?"
"Sure, no problem."
Jan paused a moment, and then asked "But what about Daddy? Isn't he going to
know what I'm looking at?"
"No, I can fix that. I'll just set you up with your own password on the
computer, and have the computer hide everything you look at. You know your
dad and computers - he'll never know a thing!"
She laughed at that, and agreed "Yeah, sometimes me or Leo have to show him
how to do something. Okay, that'll work. When can I start?"
"Well, you finish up the kitchen while I get the computer set up. When
you're done, I'll show you a couple of places you can start, and then leave
you alone. Will that work?"
"Sure!"
With that, she headed back into the kitchen while I headed for the computer
they kept in the den. It only took me a couple of minutes to set her up, and
perhaps another 5 to find a couple of good web sites for her to start with.
I was just finishing up when she came in and stood next to me.
"Just about done." I told her. "Let me get this last site added to your
bookmarks, and you're all set."
A moment later, I stood up, and gestured for her to take a seat.
Once she was ready, I explained what I had done, and how she could go about
learning almost anything she wanted to about the human body - male or female
- as well as introductory material about human sexuality (particularly
regarding teens). She caught on quickly enough, and with a comment from me
to let me know if she had any questions or problems, I left her to her
reading and surfing.
Later that afternoon, she came into the living room where I was listening to
some classical music on the stereo. She sat down in a chair, across from the
end of the couch that I was laying on, half asleep.
"Uncle Dan, I want to ask you something."
"Sure, go ahead. If I don't know, we'll find the answer together."
"Well, first, I want to thank you for showing me that stuff. I couldn't ask
*Daddy*, and Father Thomas or the nuns would only get mad at me."
"No problem. Let's just not go telling everyone who set you up for that
stuff, OK? You dad is my friend, and I don't know how much he would
appreciate _me_ showing you that stuff. And Father Thomas and the nuns would
probably pitch a fit and start praying at me!" I joked.
Seriously, she told me "Don't worry, I won't. Is it okay if I tell some of
my friends about this, though? There are a lot of us that don't know any of
this stuff."
"Well, I suppose that would be okay, IF you're careful about who you tell,
and don't bring me into it. I imagine that some of the parents would be a
little upset with me if they knew where their girls were getting the
information."
"Sure, that's no problem. I wouldn't do anything to get you in trouble after
you've done so much to help me."
"So, what's the question? You did say that you wanted to ask me something."
I said.
"Well, actually, it's a couple of things."
"Okay, then, start with the first one, and we'll go from there." I answered.
"Um, well, some of those places talked about something called an 'orgasm' or
'climax', and I think I know that it's something good, but I'm not real sure
what it is."
Hoo-boy. What have I gotten myself into?
"Jan, I'm not quite sure how to explain it to you. Physically, an orgasm is
the body's response to sexual stimulation. Emotionally, it's something
else."
"You mean that when I touch myself - I mean, masturbate - that's an orgasm?"
(MY turn to blush. Yes, I still can.)
"No, Jan, I don't think so. I expect that what you were feeling was 'just'
arousal, or stimulation. I don't think there would have been any doubts if
you had ever had an orgasm."
"Oh. Then what does an orgasm feel like?"
(Shit.)
Nothing to do but continue "Well, it's different for men and women, for
obvious reasons. For men, climax is when they are stimulated enough to
ejaculate their sperm into the woman. I have no idea of what it feels like
for women, except to use a description I read that is supposedly from the
French - they call it 'the little death'."
"Oh. Well, you're a man; have you ever climaxed?"
(Is it me, or is it getting warm in here?)
"Yes, I've had climaxes before. Remember, I was married before, and my wife
and I had sex many times." (no need to bring up the Navy days)
"What is it like?"
(Whose bright idea was this, anyway? Bastard should be shot!)
"I don't know that it's anything that I could really describe to you. It's
not that I'm not willing" - like hell! - "it's just that there simply aren't
the words. Remember that definition I told you? That's about as close as I
could get, without taking several hours and a whole lot of words."
"Okay, I guess."
"Trust me, Jan - I don't think that it's going to be too long before you
know for yourself what it's like. And when you do, you'll understand why
it's so hard for me to describe. Okay?"
"Yeah, I suppose. You said that it was one thing, physically, and something
else, emotionally. You can't tell me what it is physically, so can you tell
me what it's like emotionally?"
"Well, I can tell you what *I* think it's about. If you check around, you
can probably find some more answers, too."
"I will, but I'd like to know what *you* think."
"For starters, I think of the sex act as being something different from the
act of making love."
"What do you mean? Aren't they the same thing?"
"Physically - I mean, as far as the physical act - yes, they are usually the
same. But emotionally - in my heart - they are two *very* different things.
I suppose you could think of them this way: sex is the physical act, and
making love is the emotional joining."
"I kinda see what you're saying."
"Okay, how about this: sex is what two animals do to make more animals; the
whole biblical go-forth-and-multiply thing. Making love is when two people
join in the physical act of sharing their hearts with each other."
"Okay, I understand that."
"Now, here's the tricky part: sex can be as simple as two dogs making new
puppies, or as complicated as a boyfriend and girlfriend relationship.
Making love usually means the physical act, but there can be a making of
love without the physical joining."
"I'm confused, now. How does that work? And what's the difference?"
"For the sex part, it's a matter of how *each* of them cares for the other.
If they like each other enough, they can join in physical pleasure without
getting their hearts involved - kind of like helping each other feel good."
- a smile from her - "Making love is something else. Suppose that a woman
was married to a man that had been hurt in such a way that he was physically
unable to have sex with her. But, because he has given his heart - his love
- to her, he may find another way to bring her physical pleasure. To me,
taking a physical action to make another person happy, _without worrying
about your own pleasure or satisfaction_ is what 'making love' is all about.
Got it?" I asked.
"Yeah, I think so. But what is love?"
(Damn! And I thought I was gonna get away clean!)
I answered with "I don't think there's one answer that would make everybody
happy - I expect that there are as many opinions on that as there are
people. For me, though, it's when another person means as much, or more, to
you than yourself."
"What do you mean?"
"How about an example. If Leo or John was inside a burning house, would you
try to rescue them, even if it meant you might get hurt?"
"Of course!"
"THAT is love. Now, that doesn't mean that because you love them you would
want to have sex with them, only that the _emotional_ bond is there.
Understand?"
"Yeah. But how is that love different from physical love?"
"You've got several friends, right?"
"Yeah"
"Do you like ALL of them _exactly_ the same way, and for the same reason?"
"No, of course not."
"It's the same thing with love. The way that you love your dad is different
than the way you love your brothers is different than the way you would love
someone that you would make love with."
"Okay, I kinda get it now."
"Well, if you kinda get it, then you're doing a whole lot better than most
people: there are a lot of people out in the world that get physical love
and emotional love mixed up, and spend a lot of their lives being unhappy,
and making others even more unhappy." I replied.
"Is that why Daddy and Mom divorced?"
(Ahhhhhh, *SHIT!*)
"No, I don't think so. Have you ever stopped being friends with someone? Not
because of something that anyone did, but because it just sort of happened?"
"Yeah."
"I expect that it's the same with your mom and dad. They loved each other a
lot, but they just couldn't stay happy with each other. It's like a grown-up
version of the problems that you have with Lou and John: you love them, but
sometimes they just make you crazy, right?"
A laugh. "Yeah, sometimes."
"Same thing with your mom and dad. Sometimes your mom did stuff that made
your dad crazy, and sometimes it was the other way around. Most of the time,
they loved each other enough to forgive the craziness, but after a while,
they decided that they would rather love each other, and be divorced, than
stay married and make each other crazy."
"Okay, I understand. Right after the divorce, I worried sometimes that maybe
it was something I did, or that Leo and John were doing."
"Jan, don't ever think like that. You're a good person, and I can promise
you that I've talked to your mom and dad enough to know that their divorce
had absolutely nothing to do with your or your brothers - other than BOTH of
them wanted to make sure that you were all happy, and knew that they both
love you, and were taken care of properly."
"Thanks, Dan. I feel a lot better about it, now. Is it okay if I get on the
computer again?"
"Sure, Trouble. The boys won't be home from the park for a while, and
there's no reason you shouldn't."
When Paul got back from his trip, he and I were sitting on the patio having
a beer when I told him that Jan had asked me some questions about sex and
human anatomy. He wanted to know what I told her, and I explained to him
what I'd done - without bothering him with the details of how the situation
came up. He wasn't happy about being locked out of her Internet usage on the
subject, but when I pointed out that if she thought he could watch, she
wouldn't look at _anything_ - and stay ignorant, and thus more likely to
find herself in 'trouble'. That seemed to placate him, and he thanked me for
not only helping her, but also letting him know what was going on. I
suggested that he tell her that we'd talked, and that he was okay with it,
which he agreed to.
It was a week or so before Paul got the nerve up to talk to Jan. A couple of
days later, I was invited to join them for steaks from the grill.
Jan met me in the den, and gave me a strange look before asking, "Did you
tell Daddy what we talked about the other day?"
"No, I didn't tell him _what_ we talked about - only that we DID talk, and
the general subject."
"I don't know if I like that."
"Well, Trouble, you've got to understand that your dad is my friend. I
wasn't real comfortable about helping you that way without his knowledge. At
the same time, I wasn't going to do anything to break the trust YOU showed
me. This just seemed like a good way to get him involved - which I think you
would agree he *should* be - without getting you in trouble, or having him
upset with me. Nothing has changed, other than the fact that now he *knows*
that you're learning about the general subject of sex education. He still
doesn't know what you're looking at or learning - just like I don't. The
only thing that's different is that now we don't have to worry about hiding
something from him. I'd say that was a good thing, wouldn't you?"
"Well, yeah, I suppose. I guess that's okay, then. Do you tell him about
everything, though?"
"No, just about the stuff that I think is really, really important, and that
I think he needs to know about. That's why I only told him that we had
talked about the general subject of sex, but not any of the details. I think
you'll also be happy to know that HOW we got onto the subject wasn't
mentioned," I added, smiling.
She turned only a little pink, and replied "Yeah, I kinda figured you didn't
say anything about *that*. From the way he acted, I don't think he could
have talked to me at all, if he knew!"
"Trouble, I want you to know that you can trust me not to tell your dad
about _everything_ we talk about. And if there is something I *must* tell
him, I'm not going to spill any secrets - I'll only say as much as I
absolutely have to. I hope you can see that from the way I talked to him."
"Sure, I can understand that. I do trust you; I was just surprised by it,
was all."
"Okay, how about if there's something I think I need to tell your dad, I say
so to you, first? Then we can agree on how much and what I can tell him, so
that you're not surprised again."
"That sounds okay." She answered. After a little pause, she added, "Yeah, I
can live with that. Sometimes I have to tell to Daddy about stuff I hear Leo
or John talking about, so I think I understand what you're saying."
"Fair enough. If you're happy, then I'm happy. Let's go burn a cow!"
With that, we headed out to the patio.
A couple of weeks went by before Paul had to go on another out of town trip.
I was again the Designated Authority Figure, this time on a Tuesday, after
school had let out.
The kids were okay to leave for a few hours at a time, so I was able to get
some work done during the day, after stopping by around mid-morning; still,
I made sure and got to their place about mid to late afternoon. As an
engineering consultant and designer, I usually have enough slack that taking
time for such things isn't a problem.
I found a note that the boys had gone off to the local park for a baseball
game; a little noise revealed that Jan was in the den in front of the
computer.
As I moved up next to her, she looked up at me, but continued reading the
web page she had up. A brief look revealed that it was something involving
how quickly breasts grew on teen females. With extreme casualness, I made my
way over to the stereo, and asked Jan if it would bother her if I listened
to some music. A quick shake of her head, and I soon had some Mozart playing
while I read a technical magazine I'd received that day.
The next thing that I noticed was the sound of a small riot approaching the
den: Leo and John were back, demanding to be fed, and *right now*. I looked
up to see Jan shutting down the computer; then we both got up and headed
toward the kitchen to prepare supper. During the meal - spaghetti with
meatballs, garlic bread, and salad - I noticed that Jan kept looking at me.
I discretely checked to make sure that I'd shaved, my fly was zipped up,
that I didn't have a spaghetti noodle stuck to my forehead, and so on.
After supper, the boys headed in to the living room for a rousing game of
Nintendo while Jan and I cleared the table, and cleaned the kitchen. As we
were finishing, Jan asked me if she could talk to me for a minute. I agreed,
and suggested Cokes at the dining table.
When we were seated, I just looked at her, and raised my eyebrow.
She started off with the big guns: "Dan, do you think my breasts are too
small?"
"Why, do you?" I asked, trying for time to think.
"I don't know. A lot of the other girls at school have bigger ones, and I
wonder if I don't need some kind of shots or something."
"Jan, I'm sure you've noticed that women have all different sizes of breasts
- some larger, some smaller, most in-between. You're only 14..."
"Almost 15!"
"Almost 15, and I think your breasts are just the size they need to be - for
YOU."
"But don't you think they should be bigger?"
"Trouble, I think they fit you just fine."
That earned me a dirty look before she said, "I didn't ask if you thought
they fit okay, I asked if you thought they should be bigger."
"Jan, why are you asking me this? I mean, _really_?"
She hesitated a bit, before answering with "I heard some of the boys at
school talking, and they all wanted to go out with one girl that has really
large ones. I thought if mine were bigger, they'd want to go out with me,
too. I want to be pretty, like she is."
"Trouble, I think what you were hearing was just hormones talking in those
guys. Do you think your mom is pretty?"
"Sure!"
"But she doesn't have a large bust, does she?"
"Well, no."
"Stop and think about it for a bit: think of all the movie actresses that
are so popular. How many of them have large busts, and how many are
small-to-medium sized? And think carefully about what you hear guys say
about the girls with the really large breasts, and look at the women that
*most* men choose to be their wives. It's the difference between lusting
after the unusual, and loving the realistic."
"Yeah, I suppose."
"Trust me on this one, Trouble: You look just fine, and I don't think you're
going to have any problems finding a boy that agrees with me."
That seemed to comfort her, and we went into the living room to watch TV
while Leo and John electronically mangled and mutilated each other in the
den. Before long, it was time for them to go to bed, and not much later, Jan
left, as well.
Imagine my surprise when, a few minutes later, Jan joined me in the living
room again - wearing her bathrobe. I pretended not to notice, and she sat
down at the opposite end of the couch from me. I could see that she had
something on her mind, but was willing to let her pick her own time and
place to say her piece.
First one program finished, then another. Finally, though, I could see her
turn to me. I waited until she cleared her throat before taking notice. When
I did turn and look at her, she hesitated a moment before speaking.
"I've been thinking about what you said about women, and their breasts."
"Yeah?"
"I think you're probably right."
"Thank you."
"But I'm still not sure about *my* breasts. I don't know if they look okay,
or not."
"Jan, from where I sit, I think they look just fine."
With that, she seemed to reach a decision - the decision to open her robe,
and show me her bare chest.
What I saw was a pair of smallish - each about the size of half an orange,
or perhaps a bit larger - breasts, gently rounded, and capped with
freckle-brown areolas and pencil-eraser-sized (and obviously erect) nipples.
I looked up at her face, and saw a mixture of emotions on it - fear of
rejection, embarrassment, and a bit of arousal. I raised an eyebrow in
question, and got a nod in permission to look more closely.
Moving carefully and slowly, I slid a bit closer, and leaned forward a
little for a closer look. What I saw was a slight crinkling of her areola
and nipples as her arousal grew - along with a slight, faint dusting of
freckles across the upper slopes of her breasts. Otherwise, her skin was
flawless: a warm, rosy pink, without blemishes. She shivered a bit, and I
could see the ever-so-slight jiggle of firm, young, female flesh. When I
looked up again (after trying to memorize the sight!), she had a nervous -
but questioning - look on her face.
I slid back to my end of the couch, and smiled at her, before telling her "I
was right - from where I sit, they look just fine. Better than that, they
look delightful! What you might think you lack in quantity, you more than
make up for in quality."
She looked relieved, and closed her robe - something I must confess I
regretted.
With her robe closed, she looked at me again, blushed slightly, and said,
"Okay, I guess now I can believe you."
I laughed briefly, and asked her "What? Is this a face that would lie to
you?" gesturing to my own face.
She giggled, and headed back to her room.
I have to admit that the view she'd given me stimulated me - but not enough
to follow up on it. Understand, I enjoy pretty young girls as much as anyone
else - but this was my best friend's daughter, only 14 years old, and
someone that I'd grown fond of, in an Uncle-like way. I wasn't about to do
anything to frighten or otherwise disturb her - never mind anything that
would alienate her dad, my friend. All I could do was remember it (with
fondness!), without any plan or hope that things would go any farther.
Part 2
Several weeks went by before Paul had to go on any more road trips. During
that time, he and I got together several times to have a couple beers, watch
a game on TV, or even play a little (bad) golf. As was usually the case, our
conversations varied in subject: anything from what the lugnuts in Congress
were doing to screw up the country, to (only slightly exaggerated) stories
from our youth, to how the kids were doing. On that last subject he once
asked me if I had any idea of how Jan was doing on her sex ed stuff on the
Net. I honestly told him that I'd made her stuff hidden, and that I really
had no idea what she was looking at or learning - and pointed out that I
suspected that neither one of particularly *wanted* to know, when it got
right down to it. That earned me a wry laugh, along with his agreement.
When he finally did have to leave, though, it was a doozy: 3 full days, and
most of a fourth, in late June.
I had just finished a big project, and had several days before I needed to
start on the next one, so Paul and I agreed that I would just go ahead and
stay at his place. It simplified the logistics, and most important, didn't
leave the kids without someone to turn to in case there were any problems.
As usual on his multi-day trips, he had promised the kids that he'd call
each night to talk to them.
Things went along just fine - all the kids had something to do during the
day, so I only had to make a couple of pickups and deliveries of warm
bodies. That meant that I was able to take a couple of naps, and just
generally laze about. Even the evenings went well, at first. The boys would
get wrapped up in a movie on cable TV, and by the time it ended, they were
ready - if not necessarily willing - for bed. Jan would have a friend or two
over (with her dad's permission and my approval), and they'd normally spend
most of the evening in her room, chattering about teenage girl stuff (boys,
clothes, boys, school, boys, and whatever else they could think of). I'd
either watch TV with Leo and John, read a book, or just sit outside on the
patio with a beer, and watch the world go by.
It wasn't until the last evening - before Paul was to get home - that things
changed.
To start with, each of the boys had been invited to spend the night with one
of their friends, with them to be returned early the following morning. Paul
had Okayed it, so I was fine with it, as well. It was a relatively quick
trip to get each of them delivered to the appropriate place - along with a
(possibly futile) admonition to behave themselves.
When I got back from that, Jan quietly informed me that her friend had
called to cancel a visit. I asked her what she was going to do, and she
shocked me by saying that she hoped she could have a talk with me about some
of the stuff that she'd learned on the Internet. I wasn't real happy about
the idea, but determined to 'be there' for her when she needed someone, so I
agreed.
After a little fiddling around, we got settled in the den, with each of us
at opposite ends of a large couch.
The conversation started out mildly enough - her wanting to verify some of
what she'd read on the sites she'd visited: slang terms for anatomical
parts, and so on. I think both of us blushed more than once, at first,
before we simply hit some kind of 'intimacy overload', and the terms just
became more words.
Things started to heat up, though, when she started asking me if I'd ever
done any of the things she'd read about: oral sex, anal sex, mutual
masturbation, and such. I have to admit that I was a little uncomfortable
discussing it with her (mostly because of her age, though a little because
of the previous views I'd had of her, as well). I did concede to pretty much
most of the stuff she'd read about (which, happily, hadn't been all *that*
much!), and when pressed, provided explanations and details of the acts -
though not the time or circumstances. (How do you explain a 19-year-old
sailor stationed overseas renting 3 bar girls - all at the same time - for a
long weekend? Particularly to your best friends young daughter? Yeah, it was
fun (!!), but how do you *explain* it?)
I could tell from the expression(s) on her face as I was talking that she
wasn't any too sure about some of what I was saying. But, when she asked
even more explicit questions, I answered as honestly and completely as I
could.
Finally, there came the questions I least wanted to hear: the ones about
*her*, and what _she_ was experiencing. Again, it was the combination of her
age and being my best friends daughter that was throwing me off - but I
didn't see any choice but to 'soldier on'. After all, it was me that got her
started on this stuff, so it was up to me to see it through.
She told me about how she sometimes got a 'funny feeling' between her legs,
where her vagina was (it helped that we were using medical-type terms). She
told me how sometimes she would 'just start thinking about boys', and her
nipples would get hard, and sometimes show through her blouse or shirt. She
told me how sometimes, when she was going to start her period, she would
start getting a strange 'empty feeling' between her legs, and her vagina
would get so wet that it would make her panties damp. She told me how she
would sometimes daydream, and wake up to find herself squeezing her thighs
together because it felt good where her clitoris was. She told me that she
would sometimes wake up in the morning with her hand pressed against her
vagina and clitoris, and her pajama bottoms would be soaked with her
'wetness'. After each of these 'revelations', I'd try to reassure her that
what she was experiencing was a perfectly normal part of becoming a sexually
aware and sexually mature young lady - despite the increase in my arousal
(concealed as best I could) at hearing about each of them.
She had one last thing, though, that completely threw me for a loop:
"Uncle Dan, I think the thing that bothers me the most is that I don't
really *know* what naked people look like."
"Excuse me? You don't know what the parts are on boys? Didn't you give your
brothers baths when they were younger? You can't see what's what on the
other girls in your gym class at school, when you take showers? Didn't those
Web sites have diagrams or pictures on them?"
"Yes to all of that - except that it's just not the _same_."
"In what way?"
"Well, for instance, I kinda know what girls look like down there, but I
don't know what *I* look like - not really. I know what _boys_ look like,
but I don't think Leo and John are quite the same as a real man - like you,
for instance."
I found that I had one blush left in me - fortunately, the lights weren't
that bright, so I don't *think* she noticed.
"So why are you telling me this, then?" Please, God, no, not what I think
she's thinking...
"I want you to show me."
Fine, God, be like that. Screw me over. Again.
"Um, show you _what_? Which one did you want? Not that it matters, since
your dad would kill one or both of us in either case." I replied.
"Well, actually, I was hoping I could learn, um, both, if you could. I know
that Daddy might not like it, but I *really* want to know, and it's not like
we'd, um, actually, um, *do* anything, um, you know?" she blurted.
"Jan, I *really* don't think that would be a good idea. I mean, if you want
to find out what YOU look like, you could just use a mirror or something,
you know? As for what an older boy looks like, I think you could probably
find a volunteer or two that were closer to your age at school."
"I know that I could use a mirror, but it's just not the same - I mean, all
I could do would be compare myself to some general drawing, and I'd never
know if I was, like, *weird* or something down there. I mean, you made me
feel better about my, um, breasts that time, so I don't understand why you
can't do the same thing now - you know, between my legs. And if I ever
looked at one of the boys at school, he'd tell *everybody* that I did it,
even if he didn't say I did more. You _know_ how much trouble I'd be in if
that happened."
Thinking back to when I was that age, I could easily understand her point
about the boys at school. As for the other, I found myself in a real
quandary: as reluctant as I was to do anything that would piss of her dad or
screw up her mind about sex, there was a certain desire (!!) to get another
- even better - look at her young body. What the hell was I thinking when I
started this? I wasn't stoned, so I must have just been stupid!
Apparently, she could see the conflicting emotions and thoughts on my face,
because she demonstrated the good sense to simply sit there, and wait,
rather than giving me an excuse to refuse outright.
After a few minutes of serious thought, I was finally able to rationalize my
lust with the thought that reassuring her of her normal genital development
would have a beneficial effect on her psyche and personality. Yeah, I know -
but at least it _sounded_ good.
I finally came out of the trance I was in, and looked at her. Apparently,
she could see the answer on my face, because she brightened up considerably.
"Okay, Trouble, I'll do it - but only on two conditions."
"Do which? And what conditions?"
"Both, if you really insist. The conditions are pretty obvious, I think.
First, you dad will *never ever* hear about this, from EITHER of us, under
any conditions. If he found out, you'd be lucky to leave the house before
you turned 50, and I'd be lucky if he killed me quickly. Second, the minute
either one of us feels uncomfortable or wants to stop, they say so, and
that's the end of it - right then, with no argument or discussion."
"Yeah, I really do want both. I think you're right about the first
condition, and I think I'd like the second one, too, so I agree to them."
That said, we sat there for a bit looking at each other before she spoke
again.
"Uncle Dan, how do we do this? I mean, do we, um, just strip right here, or
what?"
That lead to a little bit of discussion on the details and how we were going
to go about it. We finally agreed on doing it there in the den, so that
there wouldn't be any kind of sexual overtones, and that she would get ready
in her bedroom, and wear her robe back into the den. I would undress in the
bathroom (and leave my clothes there, so there wouldn't be any kind of added
stimulus), and wear one of her dad's robes. When we met back in the den,
she'd started to print out copies of the male and female diagrams that she'd
seen, so that she could still use them as references.
That settled, there was only a moment's awkwardness before we split up, each
to get ready.
When we met again in the den, Jan was already at the computer, and waiting
for the second of the two diagrams she'd selected to print out. At my
suggestion, she agreed that we'd just sit on the floor, next to each other,
and go over the drawings a bit before proceeding. She accepted my reasoning
that going that route would let us get a little more comfortable with the
situation before going too far with it - and thus give us each a little
extra time to chicken out (which made her laugh).
As the second diagram started to print, I turned the lights up so we could
see better, then went ahead and sat down on the floor, with my back against
the couch - careful to pull the robe I was wearing closed (but not tight). A
few moments later, Jan joined me, also careful to hold her robe closed while
getting situated.
Once settled, it didn't take long for us to get started - she showed me the
diagrams that she'd selected, and together we talked a little about the
differences between the stylized (idealized?) drawings she had, and what was
likely to be found in the real world. It was when I pointed out that there
was a lot of variation in the general shape of a woman's genitals that we
finally got to the 'main event'. Jan started it by opening the lower part of
her robe, and spreading her legs a bit, and asking me to explain what I
meant. I told her that I'd have to have a little look between her legs, so
that I could use her own shape as a reference point. She nodded her
understanding, and spread her legs even further, and bringing her knees up a
bit to raise her pelvis up. I leaned over to have a look, and got a truly
delightful view: I could see that she had a gently teardrop-shaped patch of
medium density, but fine-textured light brown pubic hair that started at her
pubic bone, and flowed down onto her labia. There, I could see that she was
a little aroused by the fact that her inner lips were peeking though the
wispy down, and the hood of her clitoris was visible at the top of her
cleft.
I could see that the transition from her lower belly and pubis to the
outside of her vagina was less angular than it is in a lot of women: there
are some where their labia are almost at right angles to their lower
bellies, while in others, it is a much less acute transition. Gesturing in
the air, and using the palm of my hand as a reference for a pubic area, made
varying shapes with my fingers together to explain to her the variations I
was aware of. She got the idea fairly quickly, and used her own hand to
'mould' her unique shape and compare it to some of the ones I'd shown her -
and thus reassure herself that that part of her was well within the norm.
When she would hold her hand up next to mine, I could sometimes catch a
faint (delightfully sweet/musky) scent of her, and see a trace of moisture
on one or more of her fingers - but I was careful not to mention it, for
fear of embarrassing her (and ending the show!).
Of course, this led to a discussion of the size and shape of the mons. As we
talked, we both gradually relaxed, so by the time the subject progressed to
the size and shape of the inner lips, I was resting on my side, on my elbow,
face about level with her bellybutton, and she had spread the lower part of
her robe completely, and was sitting there with her knees raised about
halfway, and her legs spread fairly wide. Of course, in the position I was
in, my robe had parted, and my semi-erect penis was lying on my leg - not
fully exposed, but clearly visible. For her part, the reaching and moving
she'd done had opened the top of her robe a bit, as well - making almost all
of her breasts visible.
So it was that when we got to the subject of the size and shape of inner
lips, it seemed perfectly reasonable for us to _each_ shuck our robes, and
proceed fully nude. This was also when I found that she'd had the presence
of mind to bring along a large hand mirror, so that she could get a clearer
view of her own anatomy. A moments discussion and it was agreed that she
would continue sitting as she was, while I would scoot down and lay on my
stomach between her knees (close enough to see, but not _too_ close) and
hold the mirror, so that I could see what she was pointing at or talking
about.
From those positions, we were easily able to reference the female anatomy
drawing, and compare it with Jan's own structures. When necessary, I was
able to reassure her that her development and dimensions were well within
the 'normal' range, as I knew them.
As we progressed, it became quite plain that she was becoming more and more
aroused, but I remained silent about it. Not that it didn't have an effect
on me, mind you. The sight (and smell!) of her obvious arousal was enough to
keep my penis in a constant state of semi-erection; it was only by lying to
myself outrageously, and pretending this was just an anatomy lesson and she
was another girl, was I able to keep from developing a genuine
diamond-cutting erection.
It was only when she decided that she really, truly had to see the hymen
that made her a virgin did she concede that she was excited:
"Um, Uncle Dan, I want to see this hymen thing they say makes me a virgin."
"Er, well, I suppose we could do that, but that would mean that you would
have to spread your legs pretty wide, and you would have to spread the
opening of your vagina so you could see into it far enough."
"Yeah, I kinda figured that, but, um, well, I don't know if I can."
"What do you mean? You don't want me to see you doing it, or is there
something else about it?"
"No, I don't mind you seeing me do it - I mean, you've seen everything else
by now! What I mean is that I feel funny, and I'm kind of wet down there,
and I don't know if that would make any difference."
"Jan, if you mean that you're feeling sexually aroused, that's fine; I can
understand that. As for being wet, I expect that would make it easier for
you to see inside."
"Well, yeah, I *am* feeling aroused, like you said. I think maybe you
noticed it as soon as it started to happen, didn't you?"
"Now that you mention it, yes, I did kind of suspect that's what was
happening."
"Why didn't you say something?"
"Mostly because I didn't want to embarrass you." I answered.
"*Mostly* didn't want to embarrass me? What else?"
"Don't get mad at me, but I thought it was pretty sexy, too, and I liked
it."
That seemed to surprise her a bit, and she paused a little before saying
"You mean you thought I was sexy? It didn't gross you out or anything?"
"No, it didn't gross me out - like I said, I liked it. The sight - and yes,
smell! - of a sexually aroused woman is something that most men like. And
yes, I thought it was sexy - and thought YOU were sexy."
"I could smell me, but I didn't think you could. Oh, god, I'm *SO*
embarrassed!"
"Whoa, Trouble, stop right there. You didn't listen to what I said!"
"What?"
"Didn't you hear me when I said that the sight AND smell were things that
most men liked?"
"Uh, no. You really mean it? Why?"
"Yes, I really meant it. As for why, I don't know that I can explain it,
except to say that an obviously aroused and excited woman is something that
touches almost every man - it's the kind of thing that hits us at our most
basic level, and makes us glad we're men."
"Really? You think of me as a woman?"
"It really does have that effect on us. I suspect it's kind of the man
equivalent of the feeling women get just by holding a baby - it's the kind
of feeling that lets us know to our very soul just who and what we are." I
responded, trying to delay answering the second question.
She wasn't going for it, though: "But what about me as a woman?"
"Trouble, you're at a stage that's difficult to define: physically, you're
in transition between girl and woman: in theory, you could start having
babies at any time, now that you're having periods and all that. The problem
is that you're a *young* woman; yeah, I know, _almost_ 15, but still YOUNG.
Remember, you didn't start having periods until not so long ago, and the
fact that you're not fully developed yet means that - strictly speaking -
you're not fully a woman, yet, either. But, because I care about you, and
know what kind of person you are, and how grown up you are - most of the
time! - I'm willing to talk to you as the woman I expect you'll be, and not
the girl you WERE. Am I making sense?"
"Yeah, I understand. I kind of feel the same way, sometimes - there are
times when I want to play with Leo and John like I did when we were smaller,
but there are other times when they seem like such _children_."
"Well, duh! Leo's 10 and John's 7. Doesn't that qualify as children?"
She laughed, and admitted, "Yeah, I suppose. But you know what I meant."
"Yeah, I did."
"So anyway, does that mean that I can go ahead and look at my hymen, then?"
"Sure, I don't know why not, as long as you're careful not to hurt
yourself."
"What do you mean hurt myself? I thought you were going to help me!" she
replied.
"Well, I didn't know if you would want me around for that, was all. I mean,
this other stuff is one thing, but you'll be pretty exposed when you go
hymen hunting."
She laughed before responding "Yeah, I know I'll be pretty open - but if
you've seen this much, I don't know that I have that much left to hide -
particularly with my boobs hanging out, too! And don't pretend you didn't
notice, either - I saw you looking!"
"Guilty as charged - yes, I was looking. Like I told you before, I think
they're delightful. You're pretty, and I have to confess to liking to look
at pretty things - and your boobs, as you call them, certainly qualify. When
they're hanging out like that, yes, I'm going to look - but I'm not going to
start trying to look down your blouse or anything like that, either, so you
don't have to worry about me becoming some pervert, with my tongue hanging
out and drooling all over my shirt whenever you wear something that shows
off your figure."
"Uncle Dan, I could NEVER think of you as a pervert. I know that whenever I
start talking to you about my body and sex and stuff it makes you
uncomfortable. I don't think it's because you're trying to do anything to
me, or anything like that; I think it's just because you don't want to scare
me or anything. I know that the only reason you agreed to help me tonight is
because you think you have to do it to help keep me from getting into some
kind of trouble - because you love me. Not the making love kind, but the
non-physical kind you told me about."
What could I say to something like that?
She continued with "So don't worry about looking at my boobs, or seeing my
vagina or anything like that. I know that you're not going to do anything to
hurt me or embarrass me. Actually, knowing that you like my boobs, it makes
me feel prettier, and special - like I don't feel like I *have* to go out
with just _any_ of the boys at school to feel good. I know that I can wait
until there's one that I really LIKE."
After that last sentence of hers, even if her dad DID find out about this
and killed me, it would be worth it, knowing I'd managed to accomplish
something GOOD with her.
"So now that that's out of the way, what do we need to do to go hymen
hunting?" she asked, with a giggle.
I thought about it for a minute, and said, "Well, the obvious thing is to
find out if your vagina can open up enough for you to see it. I see you're
still wet" - I couldn't help teasing her a little - "so I suppose the thing
to do would be for you to open your legs as far as you can, and see if you
can open your vagina enough."
With that, she spread her legs father than I ever thought she could, rested
herself on her tailbone to tilt her pelvis up, and leaned forward. Following
her instructions, I adjusted the mirror until she had a fairly clear view.
Try as she might, though, she just couldn't seem to get a clear enough (in
her opinion - mine differed!) look at what she was after.
"Uncle Dan, I can't seem to get everything open enough to see inside. I
think I need your help."
"What do you mean?" I asked, afraid of what I thought the answer would be.
"I think if you hold me open on the outside, I can open myself up the rest
of the way on my own."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure I want you to touch me on the outside, if that's what you're
asking. I know that you're not going to start trying to poke at me or
anything, and I really want to see."
"What do you want?"
"If you can hold me open with one hand, so you can hold on to the mirror,
I'm pretty sure I can use my hands to see inside."
I tried it, reluctantly, and found that the strength in my thumb and
forefinger was more for gripping than spreading. With her encouragement,
though, I found that I could hold the mirror in position with my chin, and
use both thumbs to spread her vaginal opening. This meant that I had my
hands on her cute, tight little ass cheeks - something that didn't upset me
_too_ much!
A couple of minutes later, Jan had managed to get herself opened up enough
that she (and I) could see the ring of her hymen, not far inside her vagina.
She pushed an experimental finger inside herself, and found that it was a
bit dry to go very far. Looking me right in the eye, she carefully slid her
finger in and out several times, spreading the ample lubrication she'd
developed in her arousal. It wasn't long before she was able to insert it
far enough to be able to feel the very definition of her virginity. She
experimented with it a bit, prodding at it from several different angles,
before deciding that it was something that she'd have to deal with later.
That settled, she pulled her finger out, which I took as my cue to let go of
her. I looked up at her, and asked if there was anything else she wanted to
know, or talk about before I got up.
She responded by asking me "Do you think my hair down there is okay?"
That threw me off a bit, and I had to think for a moment before I could
answer "Sure, why not?"
She gave me the "you are *such* a goober!" look before answering, "I mean,
it just seems that there isn't very much of it. Some of the girls at school
have *lots* more. Some of them even look like they've got little animals
stuck down there!" she giggled.
"Remember the talk we had about your breasts?"
"Yeah"
"Well, it's a lot like that with your pubic hair. Your breast growth, and
hair growth here, are controlled by the different hormones and chemicals in
your body. As long as you eat right, your body is going to develop the way
it should, for YOU. You know what I think of your breasts; as far as I can
tell, your hair here is developing at about the same rate. When I was about
your age, I didn't think I had much hair, either, and felt bad about it. It
wasn't until later that I found out that I'd developed just the way I was
supposed to. A bit later than some of the other guys at school, but still
normal."
"You did?"
"Yup. As bad as I felt about it, and as much as it bothered me, *that's* why
I'm willing to try and answer YOUR questions - so you won't have to go
through some of the doubts and such that I did."
"Really?"
"You bet. Jan, anything I can do to help you deal with all the changes and
such that you're going through, I'll do. It might make me a bit
uncomfortable at times, as you've noticed, but I'll do it - as long as it
saves you some of the problems I went through."
"Thanks, Uncle Dan. Is it okay if I give you a hug?"
"Uh, yeah, but only AFTER we're done, and have our robes on again, okay?"
"Chicken!"
"Squawk! Squawk!"
She laughed, and then got an impish look on her face, telling me "Well, now
that you've seen mine, I get to see yours!"
That announcement left me with mixed feelings - who would mind having a
cute, naked teenybopper eyeballing his dick? But if it was your best friends
daughter?
There was nothing to do but lay back and make the best of it.
I asked her "Do you want me to sit down, like you were, or sit or stand up,
or what?"
She thought about it for a minute, and said, "Well, since all of YOUR stuff
is on the outside, I guess the easiest thing would be for you to just lay
down, wouldn't it?"
I thought about it for a moment, agreed, and lay down on the floor, next to
her.
She leaned over me, with her male diagram in hand, and started looking me
over. Truth be told, I kind of felt like a specimen in a biology class, the
way she was looking and comparing. Fortunately (?), the male anatomy isn't
_that_ complicated, and it didn't take long for her to finish her exam.
Looking up at me, she asked, "Why do you look different here, at the end,
than the picture?"
Checking the diagram, I explained to her that I was circumcised, and the
diagram wasn't - and then had to explain what that involved. In response to
her now-saucer-sized eyes, I went on to explain that when it was done, it
usually happened when the boy was still a baby, and that I didn't have any
memories of the event.
That seemed to placate her, and she asked me "Is it okay if I look closer?"
"You mean you want to touch, and move things around, don't you?"
She blushed a bit, and admitted "Yeah. Is it okay?"
"Yes - but be _gentle_. A man's testicles - yes, those! - are very sensitive
to pressure. When you see a guy get hit in the crotch on one of those funny
video movies, THAT is why he folds up so fast."
That said, she began touching me. I was only semi-erect, so there wasn't the
problem of blowing my load all over her hand or anything, but it did make
for some interesting sensations as she moved things around, touched,
prodded, and so on. It was when she was weighing my balls in her hand while
holding my penis that I started to really get hard - as much as I tried not
to. Between her grip on my dick, holding my balls, and the feel of her tits
brushing against my side and leg, it was simply too much.
She looked up at me with a questioning expression.
All I could do was tell her the truth: "Um, the way you're touching and
holding me there, and the way your breasts are brushing against me, is
starting to make ME feel aroused. There's nothing to worry about, though."
She got a delighted look on her face, and started deliberately rubbing her
breasts against me while she softly squeezed my penis. Naturally enough, it
continued to grow.
"Is this what they call an erection, Uncle Dan?"
"Um, yeah, that's what it is."
"Am I embarrassing you?"
"Well, yeah, a little."
"Why?"
"It's just that you're still a bit young, and even though getting an
erection isn't something I've got a lot of control over, I still don't want
to do anything scare you or make YOU embarrassed."
"I'm not embarrassed. I think it's kind of cute."
Just what I needed to hear about my dick - "It's cute".
She continued, "Actually, it's kind of flattering."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, you told me that you thought of me as the woman I _would_ be, and I
guess this is proof that you really do think of me that way. And I guess it
means that you really do think I'm sexy, too, doesn't it?"
"Yeah, I suppose that you could think of it that way - as long as you
understand that I have no plan or desire to actually HAVE sex with you."
"No, I wouldn't want that either - but it's still kind of fun to see it and
touch it and everything. Are all men this big?"
Thanks for the ego boost, but I know better.
"No, sorry to disappoint you, but I'm actually about average - it's about 6
inches long, and a little more than a couple inches around."
"And this actually fits inside a woman?"
"Yeah, it really does - at least when I get the chance to check. Understand
that a woman stretches inside, so she can accept almost any size penis."
"You mean something like this could fit inside ME?"
"Well, not right away, it couldn't; first you would have to be sexually
aroused..."
"I guess!"
"And then you would have to break your hymen, so that the entire penis could
get inside you. The best bet would be to put only a little of it in at a
time, so that you didn't have to stretch everyplace at once, which might
hurt."
"I'll bet. So what IS the easiest way for a woman to take a man the first
time?"
"That would be if the man were to lay down, like I am, and let the woman be
over him. She could get herself positioned right, and the let herself sit
down on it slowly. Then, if she felt uncomfortable or any pain, she could
stop until she was ready again. In fact, if she needed to, she could raise
and lower herself several times, so that the wetness inside her helped
lubricate the man's penis, just like you had to move your finger in and out
several times before you could touch your hymen."
"Yeah, I can understand that."
She continued like that - gently rubbing me, holding and weighing and
caressing my balls, deliberately brushing her breasts against me, for
several more minutes before she was finally satisfied. When she was done,
she let go of me, and looked up at be before asking, "Are you going to be
okay?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, you don't have to climax now or anything do you?"
"No, I don't have to climax or anything. Just like you get sexually aroused
sometimes, without having a climax, men do to. It's just that with us, it's
a bit more obvious."
"Try a lot more obvious!" she laughed.
"Anyway, it's perfectly normal for a man to get an erection without having
to have sex. If it's left alone for a bit, it will go back to it's regular
size, and everything will be fine."
"What does regular size mean?"
"Well, you remember when you used to give Leo and John baths? And how their
penises would get small when they were wet or cold?"
"Yeah."
"It's like that, only sized different because I'm a grown man."
"Okay, I understand."
With that, she was content to sit there and watch as my erect penis slowly
deflated to normal. When it was finally done, she looked at me, and smiled,
and said "Thanks, Uncle Dan. I've learned a lot tonight, and I've got you to
thank for it."
"I hope you won't take this the wrong way, Trouble, but it was my pleasure."
- which earned me a laugh at the joke.
With that, we both got up, and put our robes on. Jan turned to me and
reminded me that she owed me a hug - which I promptly accepted. I have to
say that it was one of the most endearing, affectionate, and loving hugs I
could remember getting in a _long_ time. When we separated, she kissed me on
the cheek, and told me "Thanks again, Uncle Dan. It's nice to know that I
have somebody that will talk to me like I've actually got a brain, and will
explain and show things to me when I have a question or problem."
I hugged her again, and kissed her on her forehead, telling her that she
would always be special to me.
She smiled up at me, and told me goodnight before heading off to bed. I went
back into the bathroom, put on my clothes, and made myself comfortable on
the couch, so there would be someone there when she got up and the boys got
home in the morning.
Part 3
Over the next few weeks, Paul was kept pretty busy with a serious increase
in business. Somehow, though, he always managed to spend time with the kids.
The third week in July, we all celebrated Jan's 15th birthday. I bought her
a gold friendship bracelet, with 15 diamond chips. It wasn't expensive (I'd
talked it over with Paul), but after the paid-for driving lessons her dad
gave her, she seemed to think it was the greatest thing she'd ever gotten.
As a result, she wore it almost constantly. She told me few days later that
all of her friends were jealous of it, and that several had openly wished
that *they* had somebody to give them something like that.
Also about that time, there was an increase in the number of road trips that
Paul had to make - an increase that lasted over half way through August. As
a result, he and I were both hard-pressed to make sure that his kids always
had somebody they could turn to if there were any problems. But, we managed,
and the kids seemed to understand the problem, and tried to keep the number
of requests and problems to a minimum. Still, I was spending nearly as much
time at Paul's place as I was my own - sometimes 4 or 5 days in a row,
usually over weekends. And each time I was there, Jan seemed to find some
way or excuse to show herself off to me: wearing a too-large T-shirt and
leaning over to tell me something, so that I could see that she wasn't
wearing a bra; making sure that I 'caught' her as she went from the bathroom
to her bedroom after a shower when she wasn't wearing her robe; wearing a
short skirt one evening while we were all watching TV, and curling her leg
under herself so that I could see she wasn't wearing any panties. Each time,
she'd look me right in the eye while she did it, and all I would do was
smile at her, and give her a wink in recognition.
The most memorable, though, was when she called out to me from the bathroom,
claiming that she didn't have a towel - and would I bring her one? I pretty
much expected to get a view, but not to the degree that I did: after
knocking on the bathroom door, and told to enter, I started to leave the
towel where she could easily see it. Instead, she calmly got out of the
shower, buck naked, right there in front of me. Smiling at me, she raised
her arms over her head and got up on her toes, and did a slow pirouette for
me, letting me have a good look at everything she had: smooth skin, nicely
curved hips, firm bust, taut belly, and a tight little ass. She smiled even
more when she saw my involuntary response in my bulging jeans. I left the
towel on the counter, and tried to make my escape, but she had other plans -
grabbing me around my waist and giving me a hug, while pressing her breasts
into my chest and her pelvis into my erection. As much as I wanted more, I
controlled myself, and simply hugged her in return, and rubbed my hands up
and down her back, from shoulders to waist - careful to stay away from
anything too intimate. When she finally let me go, she looked up at me with
a strange look on her face, and simply said "Thanks, Uncle Dan." I wasn't
quite sure if she was thanking me for the towel, the hug, or rubbing her
back - and was too chicken to find out.
It was also during these trips that I finally realized that I had an idea of
where she was in her sex education by the questions that she would ask me
when we were alone. She never asked anything overtly sexual, thankfully, but
from the questions she did ask, and how often she asked them, I could tell
that she was still learning about things, but not being fanatical about it.
Apparently, she was taking it easy in what she was looking up, and trying to
make sure she understood something before moving on to a different topic.
Fortunately, the end of August saw things slow down for Paul, so that he
finally had the opportunity to spend some real time with the kids, and get
them ready for the start of school. I was careful to stay away for a while,
so that I didn't intrude or interfere with his time with them. With the
start of school, things quickly settle back into a routine that we were all
familiar with.
A couple of weeks into the school year, Jan announced that she wanted to
take part in a science project that several of the other kids were
participating in. Paul and I were both mildly surprised at this, since she'd
never shown any interest in such things before, but he readily agreed to her
request.
Over the next week or so, more and more details of the project became
available, and it quickly became obvious that she was going to need some
fairly hefty (for a 10th grader) technical information and resources. Paul
was about as un-technical as they come, and it didn't take long for me to
become the semi-resident science and technology guru for her. She was
spending a lot of her own time doing research and performing some of the
tests and experiments that were needed, but it was also necessary for me to
spend a considerable amount of time with her, explaining things, and just
generally making sure she didn't blow herself up or get electrocuted or
anything.
It was during these times, while we were waiting for something to happen,
that she would continue talking to me about some of the things that she'd
learned in her sex ed studies, and ask the occasional question, or even tell
me about some of the things that she was doing and feeling. More than once,
I found myself starting to sprout an erection at some of what she was
saying, but I was always careful not to be obvious about it, or make any
kind of big deal about it. I simply continued talking to her as though she
really did have a brain, and as though she were as grown up as she thought
she was.
Finally, as Thanksgiving approached, we had done as much as we could on the
science project - all that was left was for her to do her analysis of what
she'd worked on, and write a report on the whole process. Not a trivial
task, of course, but nothing overwhelming, either.
It was the first week of November when Paul got the word that he absolutely,
positively had to go on a road trip that would last a full week, as well as
both weekends around it. He was to leave late one Friday evening of the
second week of November, and return a week after the following Monday. He
was most definitely unhappy at the idea, as were the kids, but they all knew
that not liking it wasn't going to change anything. So, Paul and I got
together with the kids, and figured out what we were going to do, and how to
get it done. Since the kids schedule was pretty well set by their school, it
didn't take all that long before the what-to-do part was settled.
Surprisingly, it didn't take much longer for us to work out the 'how' part
of it. A few phone calls to get transportation help at a few points, and it
was settled: I'd spend the whole time at Paul's place. During the school
week, I'd drop the kids off at school, and collect them after. I'd handle
some of the transportation duties, but the kids would get most of their
rides from the parents of other kids that were involved - except on
weekends, when I would have the whole job. No special events like sleepovers
or parties were planned, and thus excluded until after Paul got back. If a
special event came up, and there was time, Paul would make the decision;
otherwise, what *I* said was _law_, with no argument or complaining. Since
we all pretty much knew what the routine was from prior experience, there
really weren't any problems expected - but Paul and I figured that it
couldn't hurt to make sure the kids understood exactly who was in charge,
and when.
When the fateful day came, it was decided that the kids could all go to the
airport to see Paul off - even though he was leaving a bit late, we figured
the kids could sleep late the next day (Saturday) to make up for it. As
usual, Paul promised to call them each night - a promise that he never
failed to keep, always calling about 7:30 so that he got them between supper
and bedtime. We all watched as Paul finally got his flight, and even hung
around long enough to watch the plane take off. I have to say, it was a
quiet bunch that rode back with me in Paul's minivan. By the time we got
home, Jan was the only one awake, and she helped get the boys to bed: I
carried Leo, and she carried John. We each stripped them down to their
underwear, put them under the covers, and left them to sleep it off, as it
were.
Jan was looking a bit sad and apprehensive, so I asked her if she wanted to
stay up for a bit with me before going to bed, and she readily agreed. She
watched as I made each of us a Coke, and added a splash of rum to mine. She
asked if she could have some too, and I figured that a _little_ bit might
help her relax and get to sleep. I wasn't worried about giving her alcohol,
since I knew that Paul let her have a little wine on every so often when
they went out to dinner. I added a much smaller amount to her Coke, and we
went into the den, again each sitting at opposite ends of their large couch.
With the stereo softly playing a little Beethoven, we sat there quietly for
several minutes, taking the occasional sip of our drinks. Finally, though,
Jan looked over at me, and said "Uncle Dan, I know it's only been a little
while, but I already miss Daddy. This is the first time he's ever gone away
for a trip this long."
"Well, Trouble, he'll be back soon enough. I know you'll miss him, but
remember that he didn't want to have to leave for this long, either."
"I know, but it's still hard."
"I know it is. But you pretty much a grown-up, now" - earning me a wry smile
- "and that's the kind of thing that grown ups have to learn to deal with.
I'm sure it will be hard, but try to be brave about it, because Leo and John
are going to be watching you to see how they should react. If you can be
calm about it, it will help them handle it, too. Besides, it's not like
you're really ALONE alone - I mean, I'm here, too, remember?"
"I know you're here, and I think that's the only thing that's keeping me
from crying right now. I'll try to be brave about Daddy being gone so that
John and Leo don't cry, but I don't know if I can do it."
"Jan, I didn't say you couldn't be sad, or cry. I just said that you should
try to make sure that the boys only see you being strong. If you have to cry
or anything, just try to wait until you're alone to do it, so they don't see
it. As grown up as you're trying to be, you're still only 15 years old, and
nobody is going to think bad about you for missing your dad - least of all,
me."
"Okay. Thanks, Uncle Dan."
"No problem, Trouble."
We sat there like that for a little while longer, before Jan spoke up again
"Uncle Dan?"
"Yes, Jan?"
"Is it okay if I sit next to you, and you hold me?"
"Sure, honey, if it helps make you feel better."
"It would. Let me get a blanket first, though, 'cause it's kind of cold in
here."
"Sure, go ahead. I'll be here when you get back." I answered, and getting a
small smile in return.
A couple of minutes later, she was back, with one of the light blankets they
used in the den in winter. She quickly sat next to me, and arranged the
blanket so that it would cover both of us. She leaned against my side, with
her head on my shoulder, and pulled my arm around so that it was draped over
her shoulder, and my hand was on her belly. That done, she pulled the
blanket up so that it covered her; then laid her head on my shoulder. A
minute later, she moved my hand up, so that it was cupping her breast, and
held it there. I suspect that the little bit of rum she'd had started to
kick in, because it wasn't much longer before she apparently fell asleep: I
could hear soft snoring sounds from her. I wasn't in any rush to move, so
just left her there; before I knew it, I'd fallen asleep, as well.
When I woke up the next morning, I was still on the couch - though I'd move
around a bit, and was half-laying on it, instead of leaning against the end
as I started out the night before. In addition, I was surprised to find that
- whether by her doing, or mine - my hand had found it's way inside her
shirt, and I was holding her bare breast in my hand. On top of that, her
hand had gravitated to my crotch, and she had a slight grip on my semi-erect
penis.
My efforts to gently extract my hand apparently woke her up: she opened her
eyes and looked up at me, saying "You can leave it there - it feels good,
and I like it." before closing her eyes again, snuggling into my chest, and
giving my penis a little squeeze.
Since we were still covered by the blanket, I didn't have to worry about the
boys finding us, and - yes, I admit it - it felt pretty damn good to have
her tit in my hand; so I just closed my eyes, and drifted back into a
half-sleep.
A while later, I started having a dream that someone was gently squeezing
and stroking my erect penis, and that I was caressing a breast I couldn't
see, and playing with it's nipple and areola: drawing little circles on the
areola, gently pinching and pulling on the nipple, softly squeezing the
breast, and so on. That continued for several minutes before my conscious
re-asserted it's control over my brain, and I woke up to find that it wasn't
a dream: Jan WAS doing those things to my penis, and I WAS doing those
things to the breast I still held. As I was looking down at her, she looked
up at me, and I could see that her face and shoulders were more that a
little flushed from arousal.
Fortunately, we were saved from either embarrassment or going where we
didn't need to go by the sound of Leo and John getting out of bed and
heading for the bathroom. Jan blinked a bit as she got control of herself,
and took her hand off my penis. I kissed her on top of her head as I
carefully extracted my arm from her shirt, and told her "That was a nice way
to wake up, Trouble."
She responded by saying "Yeah, but did we _have_ to wake up, though? I was
starting to feel pretty good, there!"
I laughed, and answered "You sure were 'feeling pretty good', in more ways
than one. But I don't think that's something we need to repeat, either -
particularly with the boys around. I think we're lucky we woke up when we
did, rather than have Leo and John find us like that."
She giggled a little at my joke, and replied, "Yeah, I suppose you're right.
Still, it *was* fun."
With that, she gave me a little peck on the lips - surprising the hell out
of me - before getting up. As I got up, too, she carefully made sure her
clothes were okay, and after I'd done the same (rearranging my still
semi-erect penis so that it was less noticeable), we worked together to fold
the blanket and put it away before heading to the kitchen for breakfast.
The rest of the day and evening went pretty much as expected.
Late the next morning, the boys got invited over to one of their cousin's
houses - something they quickly agreed to. The details were worked out, and
arrangements were made for that I'd deliver them for lunch, and they'd be
brought back in time for supper.
When I got back from delivering them, I found Jan in the den, working on her
science project report. I left her to it, and went into the living room to
listen to some music, and wound up taking a nap.
I woke up a couple of hours later, to see Jan in the chair across from me,
just sitting there. I raised my eyebrow, and she said "I got most of my
report done, and was just watching you. You don't mind?"
I smiled, and said "No, not while I'm sleeping."
She giggled a bit before getting serious again, saying, "There's something I
need your help with."
I sat up, and asked "What, is there a problem with the project?"
She looked at her lap, and answered, "No, there's a problem with the Jan."
I looked at her a little more closely, and could see that something was
bothering her. "What is it?" I asked.
"Um, you remember yesterday morning?"
"Gladly. What about it?"
"Well, um, the way I was feeling - you know - before Leo and John woke up,
was the best I'd ever, you know, *felt* before."
"Okay. And?" somehow, I knew she was just getting started.
"Well, I mean, I've been trying a lot" - a blush at admitting how much she'd
been masturbating - "and I've never, you know, felt that good before. I
mean, it feels good and all that, but never as good as yesterday. Yesterday
was *way* better than I'd ever felt before, and I think that if yesterday
was that good, then that orgasm stuff I've read about must be pretty good."
"Yeah, it is."
"Well, um, I want to feel one. An orgasm, I mean."
"I kinda figured that's what you meant. But how do I fit into this?" I
thought I knew what the answer was, but wanted - no, *needed* - to make
sure.
She answered me by saying "Uh, well, I was, uh, hoping...." before she ran
out of steam, and stared into her lap again.
"You were hoping what?"
"Well, um, that you would, uh, you know...." she ran down again.
"What?"
"help-me-have-an-orgasm" she was finally able to blurt out.
That was where I was afraid she was going, but I had to hear it.
"Jan, you know I'd do anything I can for you, but this is something I'm
really not sure about."
She started sniffling a little, and asked me "What do you mean?"
I answered by saying "I really don't know if it would appropriate for me to
do anything like that. I mean, I know that I've answered a lot of your
questions, and helped you find out a lot of things that you wanted to know
about, but I'm just not sure that it would be _right_ for me to have _that_
kind of physical contact with you."
"So you're telling me that you don't love me like that, and that you're
going to just let me keep having trouble with my - _feelings_ - and you're
not going to keep your promise to not let me have the kinds of problems you
did when you were younger, then." By now, there wasn't any doubt that she
was quietly crying.
I felt like crap. I tried to explain "Trouble, I really hope that you don't
mean it when you say you think I don't love you. I really, truly DO love
you. It's just that if I do anything to help you have an orgasm, it means
that we would be having physical contact to do it - SEXUAL contact. Not like
the anatomy lesson we had, or anything like that, but actual sexual contact.
That's something that it's real difficult to explain or have a reason for.
Because of your age and mine, it's flat-out against the law: if anything
happened and people found out, the BEST I could hope for would be losing
everything I own, and being marked as some kind of sex offender. The worst
that would happen would be that I'd go to jail first - and from what I hear,
guys in jail don't much care for sex offenders: I'd likely wind up being a
wife to some big redneck, if I wasn't killed by someone or didn't have
someone beating the living crap out of me every day."
Through her sniffles and tears, she managed to tell me "Uncle Dan, I KNOW
that already. But there's only two of us here now, and I hoped that you
trusted me enough to believe that I'd never tell *anyone* about it. Besides,
all the other stuff we've done had been kind of sexual, too. I mean, when I
got so wet during the anatomy lesson, like you called it, wasn't that
sexual? And when you got an erection - and TOLD me that you were sexually
aroused - wasn't that sexual, too?"
In a way, she was right. But I still had to try telling her "That's all true
enough, Jan. But there's still the problem that taking this next step is
something that we can't take back - once we've had that kind of contact or
experience with each other, the way we see each other with NEVER BE THE SAME
AGAIN. Do you understand that?"
"Of course I do. Why are you talking to me like I'm stupid or something?"
"Honey, it's not that I think you're stupid. I'm just trying to make sure
that you really do understand that what you're talking about is _forever_,
and if we did that, we'd never be the same again."
"But we're not the same NOW. I mean, after you saw me in my room that time"
- I didn't know she could cry and blush at the same time, but she did - "do
you think I'm going to believe that things weren't different between us?"
I had to admit to myself that she was right, there. But I still wasn't ready
to give in.
"Jan, you're right. When I saw you then, it really sank in for me that you
were really growing up, and not the little girl that I used to carry around
on my shoulders when we went to the zoo. But I'm still having trouble
believing that you really understand what it is you're asking, and that you
really do want help from me with that particular problem."
"Uncle Dan, sometimes you are *such* a big dummy. Don't you think I know
what it is I'm asking? Even after I showed you my boobs that first time? Or
after our 'anatomy lesson'? Or even the other night? Remember, it was ME
that took your hand and put it on my breast! Didn't you wonder how your hand
got inside my blouse? Didn't you wonder why I wasn't wearing a bra in the
morning, even though I had it on the night before?" - that was one I hadn't
caught at the time, but thinking back on it, she was right. "Do you really
think that I would have been playing with your penis yesterday morning if I
didn't really want to? Or that I would be letting you play with my boob if I
didn't like it, and wanted you to?"
By this time, she had (mostly) stopped crying, and was starting to get a
little pissed at me. Then she stood up, and put an end to all the
discussion.
"Dammit, Uncle Dan, do you think I'd do *this*" - she pulled off her blouse
to reveal a braless torso, and continued stripping as she finished with "-
if I wasn't SURE, and it wasn't MY idea?". By the time she finished talking,
she was naked as the day she was born - but a hell of a lot better looking.
"Uncle Dan, I'm not asking you to have sex with me. I just want you to help
me find out what an orgasm is like, and how to have them myself. If you'll
do it, I want to learn about the other things, too, the ones that don't
involve actual sex." She continued to stand there in front of me, leaving me
a view that was most definitely distracting. But, I expect she knew that.
"What do you mean 'the other things'?"
"I mean some of the stuff that I've read about. You know, the stuff like
oral sex and masturbating each other, and like that. I want to find out what
it feels like when *I* have an orgasm, and I want to know what happens when
a man - like YOU - has an orgasm, too."
By this time, I was finally ready to concede that she was not only serious,
but reasonably aware of what it was she was asking. But I was still hesitant
- somehow, I really didn't think this would be the end of it, and I wasn't
sure if I was happy or sad at the prospect.
She just stood there, looking at me, as what seemed like a million thoughts
ran through my mind, and I argued with myself about what to do. Finally,
though, I reached a decision.
"Okay, Trouble, I agree. But you've got to remember that this doesn't mean
that we're boyfriend and girlfriend, or anything like that. It's not that I
don't love you and want to do what I can to make you happy, it's just that
if we start paying too much attention to each other after this, people might
get suspicious - and then I'd be in trouble. Besides, I think you've
probably got a couple of guys at school that you'd rather have as
boyfriends, than an old fart like me!"
"I understand what you mean, and no, I don't want us to be a couple or
anything. And I'm not mad or upset that you had to say that stuff - you're
just saying in words what I was already thinking."
After saying that, she stepped forward, took my hands, and gently helped
pull me to my feet. Once I was standing, she quietly started undressing me.
I stopped her, and suggested that she get us a blanket on the floor, so that
we wouldn't get too cold. She agreed, and by the time she'd gotten it, and
had it spread on the floor in front of the fireplace (where we had a small,
but warm fire going), I had finished undressing, and was standing in front
of her, just as nude as she was - if more obviously excited.
Jan turned to me, and after a long look at my semi-erect penis, stepped over
in front of me. She pulled my hands around her waist, and then started
hugging me - pressing herself tightly against me. For my part, I hugged her
back, and started caressing her back, much as I'd done before - but this
time, I was willing to do a little more exploring. It wasn't long before I
was softly caressing her: from her sides up near her breasts, to her
shoulders, back down to her firm little ass that I enjoyed caressing and
squeezing, and back up to her sides. She, however, was a bit more direct:
she had both hands on my ass cheeks, squeezing them, and pressing her
breasts and pelvis against me. Naturally enough, I started to become more
erect, and it wasn't long before she had my penis trapped between her legs,
and was softly rubbing her pubic bone and mons against it. In very short
order, I could feel her lubrication starting to spread across the part of my
penis that she was rubbing herself against.
I gently pried her away from me, and as my now-erect penis cleared her
groin, it apparently brushed against the outside of her clitoris, because I
heard her make a sudden gasp. I looked down, and could clearly see the hood
of her clit peeking out from the top of her cleft, and the tops of her inner
lips not far below it. I was also greeted by the sight of her crinkled
areolas, and very erect nipples. To my surprise, I could see that her knees
were a bit wobbly, and that she had already started to develop a bit of
blush on her face and across her shoulders and the tops of her breasts from
her arousal. She looked at me though half-lidded eyes, clearly very excited,
and willing to continue. I teased her by saying "We'd better sit down,
before you fall down, don't you think?" She could only nod her agreement as
I gently guided her to a seated position next to me.
That brief reprieve was apparently enough for her to get her wits back
together, so when I asked her where she wanted to start, she was fairly
coherent when she told me she just wanted me to touch her however I wanted.
I told her that was fine, and said that if she liked something I did, that
she should tell me or let me know in some way - that way, I could help her
the most. She nodded her agreement, and started to lay back. I stopped her,
and said that it was pretty customary to start by kissing - and asked her if
she knew how. She shook her head, and told me she wanted to learn 'the whole
thing'. I smiled in response, and leaned forward to give her a kiss on the
lips. She eagerly responded, and surprisingly, there wasn't any of the
awkwardness that most people experience during their first kiss. In fact,
she quickly followed my example when first I opened my mouth slightly, and
then touched her lips with my tongue. In just a few moments, we were fully
involved, kissing as though we'd been doing it all our lives - indeed, she
surprised me by how willing she was to let me explore her mouth with my
tongue, and then do the same with me. As we kissed, I moved a hand up, and
started caressing her breasts - first one, then the other; cupping them,
giving them gentle squeezes, rubbing my thumb over her nipples, and circling
her nipples with a finger. Her response to that was to press herself into my
hand even more, and increase the activity between our tongues.
After a few minutes of that, I gently broke the kiss, and moved my head
around to go to work on her neck and shoulder - which ratcheted her
excitement up even more. From her neck, I branched out, and gave her earlobe
a few gentle nips - again increasing her arousal, if her gasps and moans
were any indication. Once I'd thoroughly covered one side, I softly kissed
and nibbled my way across her throat to the other side, where I repeated my
actions. I went back and forth from one side to the other several times,
each time taking a slightly different path, so that I might work my way
across her jaw and chin one time, and across her cheeks and eyes the next.
Only when I heard her start to pant did I lay her back, kissing her all over
her face as I did. When she was finally on her back, and her legs stretched
out, I started working my way down: the hollow of her throat, her collar
bones, her upper chest, the tops of her breasts where they rose out of her
chest, her sides, between her breasts, and finally - with her hands in my
hair - her breasts, themselves.
I started by laying my tongue against the bottom of her left breast, and
curling it upward, so that when I finally reached her nipple, the very tip
of my tongue gave it a little 'flip'. My reward was a moan of desire such as
I hadn't heard in a VERY long time. I repeated the act on her other breast,
with nearly identical results. It wasn't long before I was licking each of
her breasts in its entirety, bathing them with my tongue. Between my
efforts, and the relatively cool air in the den, her nipples and the tips of
her breasts were as tight and erect as any I'd ever seen - and the noises
she was making assured me that I was doing things right.
With that kind of encouragement, it didn't take me long to start taking her
nipples into my mouth, and flicking them with the end of my tongue as I
gently sucked on the tips of her breasts. First one, then the other fell
victim to my attentions, eliciting another round of moans and gasps from her
- along with pulling my head even closer to her chest. When she'd let me
breath, I could smell the delightful aroma of her excitement: a musky, but
sweet and fresh scent, that I knew promised a clean and pleasant oral
experience, if she'd let me.
Continuing my attentions to her breasts, I started sucking on them in
different ways: one time trying to softly suck as much of each one as I
could into my mouth; other times, doing rapid little suctions on her
nipples; sometimes softly biting her breasts, and other times, gently
chewing on the peaks of her breasts. As I did these things, I carefully let
my hand trace it's way down her body, until I reached her mons, where I
softly stroked the outside of her vagina, and made the occasional lap around
her clitoris. I found myself slightly amazed at the amount of lubrication
she released - there was more than enough of it to keep her inner lips and
clitoris moistened, so that she didn't suffer and discomfort from my
activities. A few times, I started to slide my finger into her, and I could
hear her when she had a little catch in her breath - I took it to mean that
she didn't want me to go that far, so I didn't press the matter; instead, I
simply paid more attention to what was available outside her vagina.
After several minutes of attention to her breasts, I started moving again -
tracing my way down her belly to her navel, where I licked around it a bit,
and then tried to convert her 'innie' to an 'outie' - something that
apparently pleased her, judging by the way she started arching herself up
toward me, and pressing my face into her abdomen. After several repeats of
that, I again started tracing my tongue further down her abdomen, until I
was just short of her pubic hair. I paused there, and looked up toward her
face.
When she realized I'd stopped, she opened her eyes, and looked down at me.
When she saw the questioning look on my face, she quickly nodded her
permission, and laid her head back again, waiting for me to continue.
When I did, it only took her a few moments to try and kill me: about the
time I got my tongue on her clitoris, she snapped her legs together, and I
was afraid she'd break my neck. With a little effort, though, I was able to
pry her legs apart again, and continue: alternating between drawing little
circles with my tongue around her clitoris, and licking around her vaginal
lips, and gently sucking them into my mouth and 'chewing' on them. Her
excitement was now at it's peak, and she was slowly humping her pelvis into
my mouth - someone looking at us might have thought that I was one of those
little 'nodding dogs' you sometime see in someone's back car window. But I
was more than happy to do it - I'd been right about her taste: fresh, and
sweet, with enough of a tang to her flavor that I knew where I was on her
body. About this time, I wanted to see what her reaction would be if I tried
inserting my tongue in her vagina - and her response was a polar opposite: I
though she was going to bruise my lips with her pelvic bone, she raised her
hips so fast. Thus encouraged, I proceeded to try to fuck her with my tongue
- something that she encouraged by humping herself in such a way that about
all I had to do was stick my tongue out, and let her do the work. Finally,
though, I knew it was time to finish things, and slowly moved my way back up
to her clitoris. There, I calmly went about seeing just what kinds of
sensations she liked to experience on her clitoris: circling motions - fast,
slow, and medium, and how much pressure and where? Figure eights across it -
how much pressure, and how fast? Does direction matter? Pulsating pressure -
how much 'minimum' and how much 'maximum', and how often? Suck on it - how
hard, and how long, and with what pressure variations? Simply licking it -
how narrow or wide should my tongue be, and how hard when and where? As it
turned out, she liked just about anything I did, if I kept at it. But by
this time, she was grunting and moaning and gasping for breath, along with
pressing my face into her crotch and muttering incoherently, so I finally
settled in to bringing her off: light flickering sensations with the tip of
my tongue, not too quickly, and firmly, so that she could feel them without
it hurting her. To my surprise, it was just a matter of a minute or so
before it hit her: she snapped her pelvis up again, slammed her legs
together, and pushed my face into her as she spasmed. My lower lip was
against her vaginal lips, and I could feel her vaginal muscles as they
clenched, time and again - pushing even more of her fragrant juices onto my
chin and down her ass. With my head immobilized by her legs, I could only
look up toward her breasts, which were still, as her breathing stopped for
several long seconds, as she experienced the first spasm of her first
orgasm. Then she gasped, and had another spasm, this one a bit shorter than
the last. Several more times it all happened, with each period shorter than
the one before, until she was finally able to breathe continuously. It was
only then, thoroughly exhausted, that she released my head from between her
legs, and lowered her ass and pelvis.
As she gasped, trying to get her breath back, I moved back up, so that I was
lying next to her when she opened her eyes. It took her a few seconds to
focus, and a couple more before she was able to recognize me. When she did,
though, she wrapped her arms around my neck, and hugged me so hard I
couldn't breathe. She finally let go, and laid back again; it was another
minute or two before she could try to talk - even then, it took her a couple
of tries before she was able to get anything out.
"Wow!"
"I take it you liked it, then?" I asked, laughing a bit.
She laughed a bit in return, and said, "Yeah, you could say that. I
understand what you meant about trying to explain an orgasm to me, now.
'Little death', my foot! I thought I DID die!"
"I take it I did okay, then?" I asked, mischievously.
She just gave me the 'goober' look, and said, "You don't have to beg; you
know how good you did!"
"Well, at least tell me that you think you can take care of yourself, from
now on - I thought you were trying to kill me there, a couple of times!"
She laughed, and answered, "Well, you said to let you know if I liked
something! Well, I liked all of it! And yes, I think I can do it myself from
now on - though I wouldn't mind a little help from you, sometimes!"
"C'mon, Trouble. We can't make a habit of this, remember? Besides, I don't
know that either one of us could stand too many repeats of this!"
She giggled, and said, "Yeah, I suppose you're right about that - but how
many is TOO many?"
"Damned if I know. But let's just take it easy, okay? And let what happens,
happen? There's no sense in trying to push it any, even though it was fun
for me, too."
"On the subject of fun for you, too, I think I'm entitled to a little more
helping, am I not?" she asked.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, we agreed that I was going to get to learn everything except actual
sex - and as much fun as that was, I still haven't learned anything about
YOU."
"Jan, I'm really serious when I say that you don't have to do anything for
ME. I actually had enough fun 'helping' you, and seeing the results was
enough of a reward for me."
"Well, it isn't enough for me, Mister! I still want to know what happens
when a man has an orgasm - and maybe even find out what it's like to do to
you what you did to me!"
"What thing I did to you?"
"That thing you did with your mouth DOWN THERE, you big dummy. All the rest
of it was just feeling good - no, terrific! - until you started *that*
business!"
"In case you forgot, I'm not put together the same way you are, Trouble. You
doing 'that thing' to me is a whole lot different that what I did to you -
with different results."
She grabbed my head and kissed me, before realizing what the wetness was on
my face. When we separated, I could see her reacting to the taste of her own
juices that had been on my lips. She puzzled over it for a moment, before
smiling, and asking me "Is that what I taste like, down there?"
"Yup. Looks like you don't mind it too much, either."
"No, I don't, I guess. It tastes funny, but not bad or anything. That
doesn't mean that I like girls, does it?"
"Jan, you won't know if you like girls or not until you actually try one -
just like you won't really know if you'll like sex until you try IT.
Besides, there's nothing wrong with liking girls - I do!"
That got me a laugh from her before she continued, "You know what I mean.
Does me not minding my own taste mean that I'm lesbian or something?"
"No, I don't think it means that. If you ever tried it, you might find that
you DO like girls, but that doesn't mean that you can't like boys, too - or
like boys better. It's kind of like going to a restaurant - if they don't
have the thing you like most, it might be nice having something else that's
almost as good, or just as good in a different way."
"I understand what you mean - but I think I'll wait a while on that. Um, do
you have a, uh, second choice?"
"No, darlin, I'm pretty much set on the female persuasion. I don't have
anything against gay people; I just don't have any interest in being one.
I'm an outie, and girls are innies, and that seems to work pretty well for
me."
She laughed, and said, "Yeah, I can understand that - I think I'm going to
be partial to 'outies', myself. But maybe some day, I'll find out if another
'innie' can be fun, too."
That pretty much ended conversation for a bit, until I offered to get up and
get us something to drink. She opted for a Coke, and that sounded pretty
good to me, too, so I brought us each back a can from the fridge. We laid
there for a little while, just cuddling, before I saw her get a little gleam
in her eye.
She kissed me again, and our tongues danced a bit before she surprised me by
pulling away, and starting to lick the remains of her juices from my face -
and then off any other part of my body she could smell it on, including my
chest and my fingers. The thought of it started turning me on, and before
long, I had a blue-veiner erection - which she duly noticed.
She scooted down - nearly giving me eyestrain watching her breasts jiggle -
and took the situation firmly in hand.
She carefully examined it for several moments, before turning her head
toward me and asking me "Um, so what do I need to do to make you climax?"
I told her "Well, the easiest thing for you would probably be just use your
hand."
"How do I do that?"
"Well, relax your grip a little - thank you! - and sort of slide your hand
up and down it. It helps, too, if you sort of play with my testicles a
little."
"Show me how, would you?"
So, I showed her, a little. Taking her hand in mine, I started masturbating
myself a few times, so that she could get an idea of how hard to grip and
all that. As she got more comfortable with it, I relaxed my hold on her
hand, and eventually left her alone. She proved to be an apt student, and
soon had me looking for release.
Even though she was doing a fine job, and playing with my balls, she seemed
to sense that it wasn't quite enough. It was when she touched herself
between her legs, and felt me stiffen a little more in her hand, that she
got the idea to turn herself toward me, and masturbate herself while I
watched. Watching her as she used her free hand to play with her breasts and
rub her clitoris and caress her labia soon had me close to coming. I told
her that I was close to climax, and she absolutely blew my mind by sliding a
finger into herself, pulling it out, and sucking the juices off it while
staring me in the eye the whole time. It was enough to push me over the
edge, and I started blowing my load. When she felt my penis start to pulse,
she quickly focused her attention on it, and watched as the first couple of
blasts shot semen well into the air, landing on my chest, and then belly.
The ones after that pretty much stayed on her hand, as she continued
stroking me during my climax - and getting my penis (and her hand)
thoroughly wetted with semen.
It was only when I started to soften that she released her grip, and
examined the results of her efforts: first, looking over the accumulated
wetness on her hand, then smelling it. Then she looked at the wads of semen
that rested on my belly and in my pubic hair, feeling their texture between
her fingers. Finally, surprising me, she wiped up the first spurt that had
landed on my chest, and stuck her tongue out to taste it. She contemplated
its flavor for a moment before sticking her fingers in her mouth, and
cleaning them off. The sight of it was *almost* enough to make me hard again
- and if I'd been a few years younger, probably would have.
Satisfied, she moved up to lay next to me again. After a few moments, she
asked me "I guess that's how a guy climaxes, huh?"
"Yup, you got it - all of it!"
She giggled, and said, "Yeah, I guess I did. It kinda turned you on watching
me do that, didn't it?"
"I thing you know it did, Trouble. Think one of us is weird?"
"No, just that it was fun, knowing that I could have that kind of effect on
you. It felt pretty good, too."
"So you think you could 'do your own thing' now?"
She laughed, and answered, "Yeah, I'm pretty sure I can - with a little more
practice!"
I told her "That's the nice thing about sex - practicing by yourself doesn't
hurt anything, and even helps make you better at it when you DO have someone
else to share it with."
"Really?"
"Yup. The more orgasms you DO have, the more of them you CAN have - it's
kind of like once your body learns how to do it, each time becomes that much
easier. The only trick with doing it with other people is to remember to
pick people that are as interested in you as you are in them."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, think of it this way: no matter how easy it is for you to have an
orgasm, it doesn't do any good unless the other person cares enough to
_help_ you have one. You understand?"
"Yeah, I think so. You're saying that no matter how much I practice, I still
have to find someone that's interested in ME before it becomes making love,
and not just sex. Kind of like a boy dog having his climax, and the girl dog
not feeling anything about it - he's happy, and she isn't."
"Yup, that pretty much describes it."
"So, what we just did was making love, even though we didn't actually have
sex?"
"Yeah, I guess that's pretty much what happened. I wanted to make you happy,
and I did. You wanted to make me feel good, and you did. Each one of us
wanted the other one to feel pleasure, and feel _emotionally_ good. We did
that, but without having the physical contact that makes sex. So, yeah, we
made love, without having sex." I said, thinking it through as I spoke.
"I'm glad, Uncle Dan. You're someone really special to me, and I'm glad that
you're the first one I made LOVE with."
"Well, Trouble, I'm glad - now - that I was able to help. I'm just sorry
that I was such a stinker about it before."
"That's okay. I think now that if you were any other way, I wouldn't have
wanted it to be you. Just promise me that next time, you won't be so much
trouble!"
"IF there's a next time, I promise not to give you such a hard time about
it."
"Hmmmph. I'm willing to be that there WILL be a 'next time' - and I'm going
to keep you to that promise!"
After that, we laid there for several minutes, before Jan got the idea of
getting us something more to drink. I was fine with Coke, so she headed off
- still naked, with dried juices shining between her legs - to replenish us.
After she returned, we laid there some more, until she got another
mischievous look in her eye.
Sliding herself down to my hips, she turned herself so that she was facing
me. Once she had my attention, she started caressing herself - breasts
squeezed, nipples pinched and tweaked, and sliding her finger down between
her labia.
After several minutes of this, I could see that she was most definitely
aroused; and that was enough to get me started, as well. When she saw she
was having the (apparently) desired effect, Jan increased her efforts, using
one hand to play with her breasts while the other continued to caress her
labia and clitoris. Soon, she was arching her pelvis up against her hand,
and had developed the blush of arousal all across her shoulders and upper
breasts. By that time, I was nearly fully erect from watching her. When she
saw that I was hard enough, she turned herself around slightly, so that her
ass was pointed toward my head, and started licking around my penis and
testicles, apparently cleaning my semen off them. The sensation was enough
to finish getting me hard, and when she saw I was ready, moved her
attentions to my penis - taking it in her mouth, but obviously unsure of
what to do. I softly told her to move her mouth up and down on it, like she
had with her hand, being careful to keep her teeth from hurting me. She "Mmmmm-Hmmmmed"
around my penis - a sensation and a half - and started moving over me, while
still using her hand to manipulate her labia and clitoris where I could see
them. After a few moments, I suggested to her that she might want to use
some saliva to lubricate me, and perhaps actually suck on me a little, too.
She readily did both, and it wasn't long before I was enjoying the efforts
of an inexperienced, but enthusiastic, teenager.
It wasn't long before I noticed that she was starting to feel pretty
aroused, herself: she was easily moving her finger in and out of her vagina,
and her juices had gotten her pubic hair thoroughly drenched, and were even
starting to trickle down the insides of her thighs. It seemed a shame to
waste them like that, so I told her to put her leg over me, so that one was
on each side of me. She hesitated for a moment, but then did it - leaving me
with an unobstructed view into her hot young snatch. I enjoyed the sight for
a few moments before reaching up to pull her hand away, so that I could lean
up and start licking and kissing her. At first, she seemed uncertain about
what I wanted, but when she felt my hands take hold of her ass, spreading
her cheeks, and my warm breath on her labia, she quickly understood what I
was up to.
That seemed to inspire her to try new things, herself. She started varying
what she was doing to my penis with her mouth: sometimes she'd let it pop
loose so she could lick it with her tongue. Or she might focus on the
sensitive spot under the glans by tickling it with her tongue. Or, she might
take as much of me as she could manage (more than I would have thought!),
and simply applying suction on me for as long as she could. Whatever she
did, it was enough to keep me hard, and varied enough to keep me for blowing
my load too soon. In return, I repeated my earlier efforts at stimulating
her with my lips and mouth and tongue. My attempt to slide my tongue along
her perineum (the strip between the genitals and anus) caused her to squeal,
and try to move away, so I didn't press the issue. Instead, I returned my
focus to her labia and clitoris - inserting my tongue as far as it would go
into her, and then wiggling it around, curling it, and so on, which seemed
to drive her crazy. Or placing my whole mouth over the entrance to her
vagina, and trying to suck it into my mouth. Or nibbling at her clitoris
with my lips, and sucking it into my mouth and gently biting on it. Whatever
happened, once I got my mouth on her, I didn't let a single precious drop of
her delicious nectar go to waste.
As all good things (and this was an excellent one!) must, it finally came to
an end: she finally settled on bobbing her head up and down on my penis,
while using her tongue to stimulate me, while I finally focused on doing
firm, steady circles around her clitoris with my tongue. I started to feel
the pressure of my climax in my balls, and pulled my face away from her just
long enough to let her know that I was about to climax before returning
myself to her clitoris. She hummed her acknowledgement around me, and kept
going - so that a little bit later, she caught the first spurt of my seed in
her mouth. She pulled back a little, until only the head was between her
lips, though, and continued sucking on me - pulling every drop I had out of
my balls. She tried to swallow it as fast as it came out, but there was
simply too much of it, and I could feel some of it leaking out her lips, and
sliding down my penis. What surprised me, though, was that my climax seemed
to be enough to push her over the edge, into her own orgasm: about the third
or fourth blast from my dick, I could feel her tense up as her own spasms
started. What with the sensations I was experiencing, I couldn't really
tell, but it seemed as though this orgasm for her was as strong as the
previous - I thought she was never going to 'come down' from it. Finally,
though, I felt her let my rapidly softening penis drop from her mouth as she
started to gasp for breath.
I gently lowered her, until she was laying on me, and then slowly moved her
over so that she gracefully slid off me, and onto her back. That done, I
slid around so that I was head-to-head with her, and next to her, taking her
into my arms and holding her as she got herself back together.
After several minutes, she finally opened her eyes again, and looked up at
me with an expression of absolute, total satisfaction, saying "Damn, that
was nice."
"A proper lady doesn't swear like that."
"A proper lady probably doesn't do what we just did, either!"
"Well, there is that, I suppose." I laughed.
"Damn, I like that!"
"Damn you like what? What you did, or what I did?"
"Either. Both. Hell, ALL of it!"
"Tsk, tsk. Such language to come out of such a talented mouth."
"Yeah, well, you're no amateur yourself, there, Uncle Dan!" she said,
followed a moment later with "You mean I did okay?"
"Yes, I think I can safely say you did 'OK', I suppose." I answered,
managing to keep a straight face for all of three or four seconds before
laughing at the expression on her face.
"You rat!"
"C'mon, Trouble. If you'd thought about it for a moment, you would know you
did just fine. After all, didn't you get the results you wanted?"
"Hmmph. Yeah, I guess I did, didn't I?" she answered with a smile.
"I can assure you, I found the results MOST satisfactory."
"I'll bet you did - I thought I was going to choke!"
"Trust me - you did a lot better than 'OK'. I haven't experienced something
that intense for quite some time, I assure you."
She smiled at me, and said "Thanks, Uncle Dan - not just for the compliment,
but for what you did for me, too. You're right, the second one _was_ easier
than the first one!"
"Yeah, well, I think maybe the fact that you got a little bit of a head
start on me had something to do with it, too."
She grinned, and asked, "You think maybe? Even so, it took me a lot less
time for the second one than it did the first one."
"Well, I guess that means that you won't be needing my help any more then,
doesn't it?" I asked, with a fake hurt expression on my face.
She wasn't going for it this time, though "Sure. Except when I get the
chance! I'm not going to let you go that easy, Dan."
"No, I suppose you're not. Makes me wonder what kind of monster I've turned
loose on an unsuspecting world...."
"A horny one?", she asked, getting us both laughing.
After that, we lay there quietly for a while, until the chill in the room
started to get to us. I started to get up; saying that I thought a hot
shower was called for, when Jan asked if I'd mind a little company - all in
the interest of safety, of course. I snickered, and gave her the old 'fish
eye', causing her to break into a fit of giggles. Only when she ran out of
breath did she take me by the hand and lead me to the bathroom, giving me a
wonderful show of her tight little ass cheeks clenching as she walked. Our
co-showering lasted only as long as the hot water before we got out and
*meticulously* dried each other off - and almost getting us started on
another hormone rampage. It was only by noticing the time, and realizing
that the boys would be home before long, that we were able to restrain
ourselves. We went back into the den, and noticing the smell of hot lust in
the air, opted to toss several logs on the fire, so that the air would be
drawn out the chimney, and the smell of the wood could mask the pheromones.
We'd only had the den completely cleaned up for a few minutes before the
sound of the boys being brought home greeted us.
It didn't take much discussion for us to all agree to go out for pizza. The
rest of the evening - and even the week - passed without a hitch.
A couple more times we were able to 'get together' for a little fun and
frolic, but nothing as extensive as that first time.
Paul returned on schedule; he and I agreed that since his plane got in
during the school day, he'd surprise the kids by picking them up himself.
The rest of the winter pretty much went by normally. Jan found ways to give
us a few hours together a couple of times, each time surprising me with her
openness and willingness to experiment. We were also able to set new
individual records for intensity of orgasms and climaxes; on one memorable
occasion, I thought I was going to turn inside out, through my penis after
she managed to deep throat me to climax. As I'd predicted, orgasms came
(forgive the pun) easier and easier for her. One memorable time, when I'd
joined them for supper, I innocently asked her how things were going, and
got "Oh, everything's pretty well in hand!" for a reply, nearly giving me a
coughing fit a few moments later - amusing her greatly - when I caught her
meaning.For the next several months, Jan took every chance she had to rub
up against me, give me more-than-brief flashes of her anatomy, grope me, and
do just about anything else she could think of. It slacked off slightly when
Paul was home from his business trips or her brothers Leo and John were
around, but not by a whole lot. Not that I didn't enjoy it, mind you, it's
just that the enjoyment was tempered by waiting for the other shoe to drop.
A couple of times, I had to pull Authority Figure duty for Paul, while he
was on one of his extended sales trips. During those occasions, Jan would
find (or make) opportunities for the two of us to have some 'private' time
together. I was always careful to let her move at her own pace, and let her
lead in how and when we ratcheted up our intimacy level, for a couple of
reasons. First, I genuinely loved her, and didn't want to do anything to
hurt her; and second, I figured my only hope if her dad ever found out about
us would be if I could correctly and honestly point out that anything she
and I had done had been *her* idea (a feeble excuse, to be true, but...)
On one of those occasions, she managed to get us an entire evening and night
alone together.
I thought she was going to kill me.
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The boys had gone off to spend the night with a couple of their friends, and
Jan and I had just gone with TV dinners for supper. I was sitting on the
couch in the den, watching TV and hoping that it would be relatively 'quiet'
evening. Yeah, right.
It started out when Jan got the kitchen cleaned up, and went into her room.
I heard her take a quick shower, but ignored it. Big Mistake number one. She
came flouncing (and believe me, when a nubile young 15-year-old flounces
into a room, you *know* you've been flounced at!) into the den with me,
perfumed, powdered, and wearing nothing but a smile. That accomplished, she
promptly planted her cute little fanny square on my lap, and my rapidly
growing erection. Once satisfied that she was starting to get the reaction
she wanted, she gave me a cat-that-ate-the-canary smile, and turned herself
around so that she was facing me, with her legs spread and her feet on each
side of me - leaving me one _hell_ of a view. Barely tilting my head, I
could see everything from her nicely rounded, tight little ass to the cleft
between her thighs (where her clitoris and inner lips were both playing
peek-a-boo with me) to her rounded, firm breasts that were capped with light
brown - and definitely erect! - nipples. Moving on up to her face, I could
see that she was waiting to see what my reaction would be.
Figuring that I might be able to derail her plans, I tried something new:
"Hello, little girl! Would you like a cookie?"
Big Mistake number two.
She promptly started giggling, and then escalated into full laughing
(causing some *very* interesting shockwaves on her anatomy). The net effect
was that I was seriously distracted from my plan to remain as aloof and
unmovable as possible: it's not that I have a _dirty_ mind, you understand,
it's just that so many of my thoughts leave muddy little footprints.
Once she'd calmed down again, she responded by ripping my shirt open
(surprisingly, no buttons were embedded in the wall), and hugging me hard
enough that I thought the points of her nipples were going to leave an
impression in my _back_. She then let up slightly, and proceeded to sink her
teeth (gently) into my neck, and from there to my shoulder, where she
started 'chewing' - all the while rubbing her crotch against my now
extremely uncomfortable erection.
It was then that I made my last Big Mistake: I tried to move around so that
my erection wasn't being folded in half. It seemed that every time I even
*thought* about moving, she would find a way to take advantage of it (and
me), so that we finally ended up with me on my back, her on top of me, and
the two of us in one ferocious lip-lock and tongue-duel.
At that point, I figured I'd put up enough of a fight for my (tattered)
virtue, and joined in: starting at her shoulders, I slowly traced the
fingertips of each hand down her side and hips, across her buns (pausing to
give them little squeezes), meeting up in the middle just above the crack of
her ass, and back up (fingers spread to cover her entire back) to just below
her neck, where my hands separated to return to her shoulders. It wasn't
more than a couple dozen repetitions of this before I could feel her nipples
pressing into my chest even more, and she started squirming on me. A few
more of these, and she broke our kiss to come up for air, and a little
moaning. A couple more after that, and she raised herself above me enough
that I was able to latch onto one of her breasts, and proceeded to 'chew' on
the areola with my lips while repeatedly flicking her nipple with my tongue.
Judging from the way she started rubbing her pelvis against me, I figured
she was enjoying it, so I shifted my attention to the other breast, and
moving my hands down to her ass, and caressing and squeezing and massaging
it.
As I played with her ass, I kept switching back and forth between her
breasts, sometimes pausing to give her a wide, flat lick with my tongue in
the valley between them as I changed. Other times, I'd branch out a little,
and give her entire breast a tongue-bath, or take part of it into my mouth
and gently, rhythmically suck on it, or softly chew on it. This went on for
several minutes before she finally said something to me.
"Your pants!"
"What about them?"
"They're in the way! Take 'em *OFF*!"
That said, she raised up even more, turned herself around on me - giving me
a clear view at her engorged inner lips and erect clitoris - so that she
could undo my belt, then my pants, and pushing them down my legs. When they
were finally off, she turned back around - deja view all over again - and
promptly placed her mons on my erection, holding it between my lower belly
and her swollen and slick inner lips. Once settled, she leaned forward so I
could go to work on her breasts again while she went on to start rubbing
herself against my erection - spreading her lubrication along it's full
length, and rocking along it's length, so that the opening to her vagina
would be on the sensitive underside of the head, and "rolling" her hips
until her erect clitoris was pressing against the bottom of the base, and
then back again. In only a few minutes, she had my penis thoroughly
drenched, and her fluids starting to spread across my belly and testicles.
As her liquids were spread along the length of me, her motions became more
and more rapid, until finally, I could feel her tense up as her orgasm
started: it hit her full strength when she was at the head of my penis, and
I could feel the mouth of her vagina as it made a fluttery, sucking
sensation on me. As her climax progressed, that sensation was enough to move
me toward, and finally over the edge into my own climax. As I felt it start,
I couldn't help but say, "I'm going to shoot!" - which brought her out of
the final stages of her orgasm. She quickly turned again, and just as I felt
the first spasm, she managed to get my penis into her mouth, taking my first
shot on her tongue. As she felt the next spasm start, she took even more of
me into her mouth, and started sucking - almost pulling my jets of semen
into her throat. As my climax lessened, she let a little of my penis slide
out of her mouth, and swallowed all of the sperm that she'd caught, not
letting a drop go to waste. When I finally started to soften, she released
me, and proceeded to lick my penis, then my testicles, clean of semen, and
her juices. As she did that, her pelvis rested on my chest, where her vagina
continued to drool her secretions - I could smell them quite clearly, which
increased the pleasure of my climax.
A few moments later, she turned back around, and discovered the liquid
souvenir she'd left me. With an impish smile, she licked it up before lying
on top of me with her head on my shoulder. We rested like that for several
minutes with me caressing her back and gently hugging her. When she started
getting feisty again, she started licking and biting my shoulder. When she
started that, I decided to tease her a bit by taking my fingertips and
running them over her ass with a feather-light touch - particularly when I
ran them up and down the cleft between her cheeks. Before long, she expanded
her efforts to include kissing my chest, and licking and sucking on MY
nipples, raising herself onto her hands and knees to do so. In response, I
expanded my caresses to include her hips and sides; keeping a firm enough
touch not to tickle, but soft enough to tease. Soon, I'd completely
relocated my efforts to include her sides and breasts, which were hanging
down quite delightfully: I'd trace a path from her hips, up her sides to
just below her armpits, and down to the sides of her breasts. From there,
I'd take different, and varying routes - spiraling around her breasts until
I reached her nipples, or tracing curved zigzag patterns to the same target,
or simply caressing her breasts by drawing little lines up to - but not
including - her areolas and nipples. Other times, I'd design little
'patterns' on her sides and ribcage, avoiding her breasts entirely, or
focusing my attention on her belly or between her breasts. A few minutes of
this had her breathing rapidly, and prompted her to start biting at my
chest. Normally, I'm not into such things, but the situation - and technique
she used - were enough to start my motor, so to speak: my penis started
filling with blood, and went from flaccid to semi-erect much sooner than I
had any right to expect at age 43.
Apparently, what I was doing was having it's effect, as well: looking down,
I could see that her areolas and nipples were as hard as I'd ever seen them,
and I thought that I even saw her pubic hair glistening with little dewdrops
of her essence.
It didn't take long before we were both ready to move things along:
"Trouble, I think we're running out of room."
She gasped her reply "What do you mean?"
"How about we move this down to the floor, so we have some more space?"
"Great! I'll get a blanket, and meet you there!"
She slowly pried us apart, and eventually got focused enough to get up and
get a blanket, while I moved a coffee table over a bit so we'd have plenty
of room. It was only a minute before she was back; together we spread a
blanket, and then laid down on it, side by side.
I started things up again by giving her a butterfly-light kiss on the
forehead, and then progressively more substantial kisses all over her face
before settling in on her lips. She welcomed my attentions by opening her
mouth and sucking on my tongue while she reached up and started caressing my
testicles and giving my nearly erect penis several series of squeezes. I
returned the favor by reaching down and softly trailing my fingers along the
insides of her thighs, from her knees to her mons - but never quite touching
it; always tracing the outline of her pubic hair to the other side, and back
down to the other knee. Other times, I'd content to gently brush the backs
of her thighs; or barely brush her pubic hair, so that she could feel my
almost-touch.
Several minutes of this had me fully erect, and her hunching her pelvis up
toward my hand, trying to get more pressure from my touch. I denied her that
contact; instead, blazing a trail of kisses, little love bites, small
suctions, and lip-nibbles across her upper chest, from shoulder to shoulder,
gradually expanding the range until I finally reached her breasts. Once
there, I gave her right nipple a solid lick with my tongue, and then softly
blew on it, creating a cold sensation that crinkled her areolas and nipple
very nicely. That done, I switched to the other breast, repeating my actions
before taking her hard nubbin into my mouth and rhythmically sucking on it
while I repeatedly flicked the very end of the nipple with my tongue. A few
moments later, I switched breasts and did it again. Back and forth I went,
doing something to one breast, then repeating it on the other before adding
some other action, and changing breasts again - each time, ratcheting up the
amount of activity and attention I lavished on her. After a few minutes, I
was taking her nipple between my teeth and pulling it away from her breast
before letting it 'snap' back, and tongue-washing her entire breast before
softly blowing air on it, causing her to feel a cold sensation. By this
time, her pelvic actions were almost frantic, and I finally allowed her to
'capture' my hand: I laid my finger along the length of her inner lips, and
slowly curled it, so that the end of my finger slid between them and across
the entrance to her vagina on the way up to give her clitoris a little rub
before laying my finger flat against her again. Several repeats of this had
her softly moaning, her breasts tight and hard, with her areolas puckered
and her nipples fully extended.
About that time, she managed to gasp "I want you in my mouth!" - a request I
was happy to oblige.
Deciding to reverse the traditional 69 position, I carefully swung my leg
over her, so that my throbbing penis was over her mouth - though pointing
toward her feet! - and lowered my head to partake of her sweet, young
perfume before placing my mouth on her mons.
No sooner had my lips touched her soft fur than she had grasped my erect
member and angled it down before raising her head to take it's full length,
if only briefly. That done, she lowered her head again, caught her breath,
and began 'walking' her lips up and down it's length while applying a
pulsating suction. In return for the exquisite sensation, I placed my mouth
over as much of her mound as I could - my lips bracketing her clitoris and
vaginal opening. Once set, I set my tongue to work fluttering across her
clitoris while I applied a soft suction to the rest of her, pulling her
inner lips - and sweet, yet tangy lubrication - into my mouth. We continued
like that for a few minutes before, as though by mutual agreement, releasing
our 'captive members' to catch our breath.
Since age and treachery are usually enough to beat out youth and vigor, I
was first to re-apply myself: lowering my head again, I started by taking
one of her labia in my mouth and sucking on it while 'chewing' on it with my
lips. After only a few moments, she joined in as well, taking the end of my
member into her mouth, and licking and sucking on just the head of it. About
that time, I released the one inner lip and started on the other, gently
holding it between my teeth while using my tongue to vibrate the very edge
of it. She increased her activity by releasing me, and applying little
lip-bites up and down the length of my erection, twisting her head around so
that there was no pattern to her actions, but still a rhythm. We continued
like that, so that each of us would do something new or different about
every 15 or 20 seconds (it seemed both longer and shorter, at the same
time). After several minutes, though, we had settled into consistent
activity: she taking over half my penis into her mouth and applying a gentle
suction before slowly withdrawing until just the head was in her mouth, when
she would rapidly flutter her tongue against the sensitive underside before
taking me back in again. For my part, I was content with circling and
rubbing her clitoris with my tongue for a few moments before curling my
tongue down the cleft between her lips, where I would apply a few
tongue-fuck strokes before starting over again.
It was during this time that I noticed she was fairly dribbling secretions -
enough so, that the little blossom of her anus was thoroughly soaked, along
with a growing patch of the blanket we were laying on.
With that discovery, I carefully wet my finger, and used it to start teasing
her anus, and carefully rubbing it.
To my surprise, Jan didn't express any of the hesitation or squeamishness
she had the last time I'd started to pay this much attention to her nether
regions. So I continued my efforts, gradually increasing the pressure I
applied. Before long, I was able to rub her quite firmly, and even press my
finger into her a little way - perhaps half the first digit.
Over the next couple of minutes, she began bucking up at me as I paid more
and more attention to her clitoris, and a couple of minutes after that, I
could hear - and feel - her start to orgasm. With my finger well lubricated
with her oils and my saliva, I quickly pressed it into her back opening, and
found no difficulty in getting it in all the way. Her reaction was to
absolutely freeze up, every muscle in her body (most of them, anyway) going
absolutely rigid. The way she clamped down during her first spasm felt like
she was going to pinch my finger off - and the second and third weren't much
better. She continued like that for longer than I'd seen her orgasm before,
and much stronger, too. Toward the end of it, I was starting to worry that
she was having some kind of fit, or had had some kind of stroke or
something. It was only when she finally opened her mouth and gasped were my
worries eased. Even then, she continued to gasp and moan and shudder
periodically, giving one particularly loud gasping moan when I withdrew my
finger. Once free to move, I turned myself around so that my head was next
to hers, and held her next to me as her gasping gradually changed to labored
breathing. When she was finally breathing normally again, I gently lay her
down, and went to get both of us something to drink. By the time I returned
with a couple of sodas, her eyes were open, and she was watching me with a
strange mixture of awe, lust, and satiation. Lying down again, I lifted her
torso up a bit and offered her a drink, which she eagerly accepted. It took
her a couple more sips before she was willing to try speaking.
"Guh."
"guh, what?"
"Guhdm"
"Guhdm?"
"Guhdam"
"Goddamn?" I asked.
She nodded, and tried again "God-DAMN"
"I take it that's a god-damn as in you liked?"
More nodding, followed with "Godda b'curful"
"Got to be careful?"
Nodding, a pause, then "god wud wushfer"
"Got what wished for? You got what you wished for?"
"Uh"
"Would you like to explain?"
Nod.
"But not yet."
Nod.
"Let me guess. You wished you could have a stronger orgasm."
"sorra"
"Sort of?"
"Uh. wunnud do no eff cudbee"
"You wanted to know if they COULD be?"
"Yuh. udderz good. great! wunnerd if there wuz more."
"Well, Trouble, I guess you got the answer to your question, didn't you?"
"Uh-huh. wyjoo doodat?"
"Well, you didn't tell me 'no' last time, and since that's a pretty
sensitive spot on most people, I thought I'd try it again, to see if you
liked it. Apparently, you do." I answered, the last part with a smile.
She smiled in return, before saying "Yuh, I guesso. Gimme minnit?"
"Sure"
So we lay there for a little while, with me giving her more to drink every
so often, until she was able to speak fully.
"Um, Uncle Dan, have you ever had anybody do anything like that to you?"
"Yes, Jan, I have. It had pretty much the same impact, but more out of
surprise than anything else, I think. It's been tried since that first time,
but it's not something I particularly liked. It's one of those personal
things common to sex: you've probably heard the term 'different strokes for
different folks'?"
"Yeah. Is that what it means?"
"Sort of. What makes different people happy sexually varies a _lot_. Believe
it or not, there are women that don't like having a man use his mouth on
them, or men that don't like having a woman use HER mouth in HIM."
"Okay, I kinda get it. Kind of like I like guys to have a tight butt, but my
friend Kelly likes cute faces."
"That's pretty much it - except that with sex, it's a lot more varied, and
sometimes, a lot more - um - different."
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"Well, what kinds of thinks make you feel excited?"
She blushed a bit, and said "Um, sometimes I feel that way when I see the
boys in gym class. The, uh, ones with bulges in their, um, gym shorts."
"Don't worry, that's absolutely normal. But imagine if you felt that way
when you saw something that wasn't human."
"Like what?", she asked, with a frown.
"Well, believe it or not, there are people - mostly men - that only feel
completely aroused by the sight of something like high-heel shoes, for
example."
She looked at me as though I'd sprouted antlers.
"No, really, there are. That kind of thing is called a 'fetish', and can
involve almost anything you can think of. There are folks that only feel
excited at the idea of wearing leather, or rubber. There are people that can
only climax when someone is peeing on them, or they are peeing on someone
else, which is called 'watersports'. Others find satisfaction in causing
pain in others - Sadism - or feeling pain themselves - Masochism. Then there
is Bondage, where people get involved in ropes and knots and such; and
Discipline, where there is a kind of master-and-slave relationship."
By now, she seemed pretty well convinced that I was lying to her, and that I
was making the whole thing up.
"Honestly, Trouble, such things are out there. You look like you don't
believe me, but it's easy enough to check: the next time you're online, look
them up yourself. You'll find that I'm only telling you about the more
common ones; there are a _whole lot_ more of them out there."
That seemed to convince her enough to let that particular subject drop. But
she continued with "So, does that mean that I have one of these fetishes
because I liked it when you put your finger, you know, *there*? That I'm
some kind of pervert, or sick or something?" she asked, worried.
"Not at all. I'm just guesstimating, but I'd say that probably a third of
all women in the industrial world find _some_ kind of attention like that to
be pleasurable. Perhaps half of those actually find it sexy, and perhaps
half of those wouldn't mind - if not actually enjoy - having something
'more', if you understand."
I could see her thinking about that for a few moments before her eyes got
real big, and she asked me "You mean for a man to put his, um, penis
*THERE*?"
"Yup."
"Sounds kinda gross - and scary."
"How gross it is depends on the woman's, shall we say, hygiene? Scary is
something else. Remember, the same way that a woman's vagina can stretch to
fit almost any man, that part of the body stretches like that every time
your bowels move."
"Okay, I guess. I see what you mean about the second part, and I guess I can
trust you about the first part."
"Someday, you'll find out for yourself about the way you stretch inside -
but there's no hurry, right?"
"No, no hurry. On _any_ of it." she answered, with a smile.
We both lay back after that, and it was a couple minutes later, when she
reached over to hold my penis that she said "Uncle Dan?"
"Yes?"
"You didn't, um, climax that time, did you?"
"No, Jan, I didn't. Don't worry about it, though. Making you feel good was
enough for me."
"Well, it's not enough for me!" she responded, and proceeded to move over
me, lowering her head to take my flaccid penis into her mouth. Applying a
soft suction, and tickling the underside of the head with her tongue, she
soon had me fully erect.
That accomplished, she really went to work on me.
Going at me from the side, she started by trying to wrap her tongue around
me, and sliding it up and down the length of me, getting me thoroughly
coated with her saliva. From there, she used her tongue to tickle down my
erection to my balls, where she carefully licked my scrotum before sucking
in each testicle, and rolling it around in her mouth before softly kissing
her way back up to the head of my quivering member. She again took me into
her mouth, and went about sliding her lips up and down my erection, always
keeping it moist with her saliva, while using her tongue to press and
stimulate different parts as she moved. Holding my balls in her hand, she
could feel when I particularly enjoyed something she did, and would repeat
it for a while, gradually bringing me closer and closer to my own climax.
When I was at the very peak of arousal, and on the very edge of losing it,
she seemed to sense it, and backed off a bit, letting me calm down before
starting up again.
Each time, the peak was a little higher, and it took a little longer before
I slid back enough for her to continue. Perhaps a half dozen times she did
this before finally having pity on me, and allowing me to climax: when I
finally felt that first clench start down in my balls, she took a deep
breath, and took as much of me as she could in her mouth - her nose was
_just short_ of my pubic hair, and I could feel the muscles of her throat
about halfway down the head of my penis as she applied all the suction she
could muster. When my first spurt erupted against the back of her throat,
she almost gagged - *almost*. Instead, she gulped and swallowed it, making
her throat muscles do a kind of pinching against the head of my penis,
making the next shot nearly as strong as the first. It seemed as though
every shot I delivered was as powerful as the first - even though I 'know'
it couldn't have been. It felt as though my balls were going to come out the
end of my dick, so powerfully was I climaxing. By the time she finally
released me to catch her breath, I felt like something the cat dragged in,
chewed up, and spit out - I could barely *breathe*, never mind _move_
anything. For her part, Jan licked her lips to make sure she hadn't missed
anything, licked my penis clean, and laid down on top of me. When I'd caught
my breath, she looked up at me, and after a moment's hesitation, kissed me
full on the lips. When I didn't react, she seemed satisfied, and let her
head rest on my chest for a while.
I apparently fell asleep, because I woke up a bit later with Jan next to me,
one leg over mine, her breasts pressing into my side, her head on my
shoulder, and her arm across my chest - and both of us covered by another
light blanket.
When I started to move a little, she looked up at me and asked, "You
remember when I kissed you?"
"Which one? I remember pretty much _all_ of them, Trouble!"
She dimpled at me, and amplified "I mean, a little bit ago. After I, you
know, used my mouth on you."
"I'm dead, not senile. Of course I remember it."
She laughed, and said, "Well, I was kind of surprised."
"Why?"
"Well, I mean, I had just, you know, *finished* you, and I though you might
be grossed out or something about kissing me after I'd, um, done that."
"No, I wasn't grossed out, or anything. Why would I be?"
"I don't know. I just thought you might be."
"Well, you've kissed me after I've used *my* mouth on *you*, right? Why
should it be any different when it's you doing me?"
"I guess it shouldn't, but I've heard some of the other girls, you know,
the, uh, experienced ones. They say that when they do that, their boyfriends
don't want to kiss them for a while."
"I guess their boyfriends are just losing out on a good kiss, then. I
suppose it would be different if you tried to keep all my sperm in your
mouth and give it back to me that way, or there were drops of it on your
lips or something, but as long as you were reasonably polite about it, no, I
don't mind."
That seemed to satisfy her, and she let her head rest on my shoulder again
for a while - at least, until I absolutely HAD to get up and go to the
bathroom.
When I opened the door afterwards, I found her standing there with a towel
in her hand and a smile on her face and nothing obstructing the view
between. Here and there on her anatomy I could see little reflective spots,
the dried remains of our activities.
She giggled at the expression on my face, and told me "I think we BOTH need
a shower, don't you?"
"Under the circumstances, I agree - wholeheartedly. Just promise to be
gentle with me, this time, okay?"
She giggled again, and said "As gentle as I can."
Seeing the smoky look in her eye, I wasn't particularly reassured, but
headed toward the shower anyway - now that she'd mentioned it, I had to
admit I was glad I wasn't downwind of myself.
Once she was next to me, I suggested "How about a bit of a bath, first? We
can soak up some heat first, and relax a little more before cleaning up."
She readily agreed, and had me stand back while she got the tub started -
although I _think_ her motives were just to take care of me, the effect was
something else. When she bent over to close the drain and start the water,
she left me with view of her backside that would have made Jell-O hard. As I
looked at her nicely curved, tight, smooth ass, I was surprised to feel my
penis start to fill, and twitch. Looking a little closer, I could see the
softly furred cleft of her sex peeking at me from between her thighs, and
the dewy lips of her labia.
When she figured there was enough water, she turned around, and saw the
state I was in. She laughed and said, "I guess you're not dead, after all. I
guess I'll have to take care of that, won't I?"
"Trouble, it's not a request, just an involuntary reaction to the view you
gave me when you bent over. I don't want you to think that you've got to
'take care of' me that way."
She gave me the Goober look, and answered "Uncle Dan, I already *know* that
I don't 'have' to do anything with you. I _like_ having fun with you like
this. If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't know what an orgasm was like, or how
to make myself feel good; and I'd still be worried about whether or not I
was weird somehow, you know, physically, or that my boobs were too small or
that I didn't have enough hair down there and that kind of stuff. You've
helped me feel good about myself, and even about who I am and like that."
"Jan, I just want to make sure you understand that as much fun as it is for
me to be 'teaching' you and having fun like this, I don't expect - and
particularly don't _demand_ - that you do or don't do anything with me. If
you wanted to stop right now, and never have us spend any time together like
this again, I'd do it *gladly*. You've made an old man like me very happy
these last few months, and I thank you for it. I need to be sure you
understand that you don't 'owe' me anything, and that you're free to stop
any or all of this at any time, without me being upset or angry with you."
Another, milder, Goober look. "I already told you, I know that. It's nice
knowing that you love me that way, more than you love me for this" -
gesturing to her body - "and that you want what's right for me. When I do
things with you, it's because it's a physical way for me to tell you 'thank
you' for all the help you've given me, and all the love you've shown me. I
don't think you understand how worried I was that first time we, uh, talked.
There was all kinds of stuff going through my mind, like my boobs were too
small, that maybe I was weird down there between my legs, and that kind of
stuff. Now I'm not ashamed of myself like I was before - as you can see! -
and you've made me happy about who I am, on the inside, I mean." She paused
a moment before continuing "I used to be *so* 'in love' with one of the boys
in school that I would have done _anything_ - yes, I mean anything - to have
him as a boyfriend. But because of what I've learned from you, and not just
the physical love stuff, I realized that he's just a selfish, demanding
stinker. If it wasn't for you, *I* would have been one of his girlfriends by
now. But because of what you've taught me about the difference between sex
and love, I started listening to some of the stuff people said about him,
and looked at the way he treated the girls he took out, and decided I didn't
want to be one of *them* - the ones that everybody talks about. I didn't
listen to that kind of talk about him before, but YOU have taught me to
respect, and even honor, myself. So, when he asked me to go out with him, I
wasn't afraid to tell him 'no' - because of how you are with me, I've
learned to expect BETTER from any guy that wants me to go out with him."
Seeing from my expression that she was having an impact, she went on "Uncle
Dan, from the first time you saw me in my bedroom" - I decided that she HAD
gotten comfortable about the topic of sex, since she didn't blush - "I've
watched you. You have never, EVER done or said anything to make me
uncomfortable about this sex stuff. And I KNOW that you wouldn't do anything
to hurt me, either physically or in my heart - I KNOW that you love me
almost as much as Daddy does. I KNOW that I can stop all this any time I
want, because I know that I can TRUST you. I KNOW that if I wanted to stop,
you wouldn't be mad at me or do anything to make me unhappy or feel bad.
Sometimes when I was, you know, teasing you, it was kind of a way for me to
find out if you were going to try to, like, *own* me or something, or to see
if you were going to try to make things happen too fast. You have ALWAYS
been polite and considerate and gentle and patient with me - even though I
know that sometimes I pushed you way too hard on a lot of things. Because of
how honest you've been with me, and the way you've treated me, I'm even
understanding why you felt like you had to have that talk with Daddy about
me and sex education. I've told some of my friends about some of the things
that I've learned, both on the Internet and with you - don't worry, I never
tell them exactly *where* I learn stuff! - and I know that a couple of them
really do _need_ to talk to somebody about it. It's kind of like I'm in the
same position you were in: someone I care about needs help with something
that they've trusted me not to talk about with anyone else, so I have the
problem of finding a way of getting them that help without betraying the
trust they showed me by talking to me in the first place."
"Trouble, if you're at the point where you understand that kind of problem,
and are having trouble with it, I guess I have to admit that you really are
a lot more mature than most people would give you credit for. Do you ever
talk with your dad about any of this kind of stuff?"
"No, not really."
"I think maybe you should consider it. I mean, I'm glad to talk to you about
it and all that, but I'd be a whole lot happier if I wasn't the only one you
were talking to. I mean, he's your _dad_, and he's got the right - and
obligation - to know what you're thinking and what's going on in your life.
Besides that, it will help him understand how mature you are; and once he
knows that, I expect he'll be willing to trust you more, and not be as fussy
about where you are and who you're there with."
"You really think so?"
"Yup - to _all_ of it."
"I guess I can try it."
"Trust me - he'll be glad you're willing to talk to him, and it will give
you and him another way to get to know each other. He's always going to
think of you as his 'little girl', but if you can talk to him, it will help
him realize you're also becoming a young woman, too."
"Yeah, I guess I can see that."
"Now, before we both freeze or something, how about that bath?"
She laughed and took my hand as we both got into the spa-sized tub they had
in the 'public' bathroom. After a few false starts, we finally got situated
with us fairly well stretched out, facing each other but side-by-side. I
couldn't help but put my hand on her thigh, and moving back and forth,
gently caressing her as the heat from the water slowly soaked into my body.
For her part, she was content to simply rest her arm on my leg, with her
hand on her belly. We laid like that for probably twenty minutes, with Jan
periodically letting a little water out before adding more hot, and thus
keeping the tub temperature nice and high.
Finally, though, we started looking like a couple of albino raisins, and she
let the water drain completely; though the bathroom was warm enough now that
we didn't miss it all that much.
I was just starting to think about getting up when I heard her say, "I want
to watch you."
"You want to watch me what?"
"Masturbate."
"Uh, maybe you didn't realize, but when I have to do it myself, I use my
hand, pretty much the same way you do when you play with me."
"I know that, silly. I just want to watch you do it. I think it would be
sexy!"
"Sorry to disappoint you, but I'm not exactly in the mood or condition to do
it just now. You pretty much wore me out, that last time."
"Would this help?" - and with that, she lifted the leg next to me and put it
on the other side of mine, turning herself so that I had a nice, clear view
of the area between her legs as she slowly ran her finger from bottom to top
of her cleft.
Yeah, it helped. More than I would have thought it could. I'd thought I was
'sexed out' for the night, but she seemed to have a talent for helping me
find hidden reserves. Of all kinds of things.
I felt my previously flaccid penis twitch, which gave her the affirmation
she seemed to need: continuing to run her finger through her slit, she used
the other hand to start caressing her breasts, focusing on her nipples which
seemed to jump out at the attention. That got me going a little (okay, a
lot) more, and I could feel myself become semi-erect. When she gave me a
'Well? What are you waiting for?" look, I took matters into my own hand, so
to speak: gently stroking myself until I was completely hard as I watched
her continue to fondle herself - even as she dipped a hand down to caress
and prod at her anus.
Over the next several minutes, we continued slowly masturbating ourselves,
each feeding on the sight of the other becoming more and more aroused.
Surprisingly, neither of us was paying particular attention to what the
others hands were doing; instead, we were focused on each other's eyes and
faces, sharing the _intimacy_ of the act, rather than the act itself. When I
saw her curl her middle finger, so that part of it rubbed her clitoris as
the end partially entered her vagina, it was enough to start me on the climb
toward release. Apparently, the change in my attitude and activity was
enough to get her started, as well, since I saw her hand start moving more
insistently against her crotch while her other squeezed her breasts and
pinched her nipples even harder.
For once, my age worked in my favor: my previous experiences that night were
sufficient to let me delay long enough that that I didn't unload before she
had a chance to orgasm again. We must have been at roughly the same arousal;
I say 'roughly' because I was the one to climax first, sending my first shot
nearly to my feet, and my second to my knees. The rest were much less
powerful, but the sight was enough to nudge her into her own climax: I got
to watch her belly heave and her vaginal lips pulse and quiver slightly as
her spasms hit her, while she continued rubbing her erect and very visible
clitoris.
During all this, the bathroom had slowly bled off the heat from the tub, so
by the time the few minutes it took us to catch our breath again went by, it
was mildly cool. By mutual consent, we got up and got the shower started, as
hot as we could stand it. The shower itself didn't take long, even though
neither of us was in any hurry to stop the caressing and hugging and kissing
as we washed each other off. After we'd gotten out, she dried me off first,
letting her hands tarry at various and sundry parts of my anatomy. For my
part, I softly kissed anything I could lay lips on while drying her off -
and even for a bit afterwards.
As we were leaving the bathroom, I saw her yawn, and realized that it was
getting late into the evening, and pointed that fact out to her.
"Um, Uncle Dan?"
"Yes, Jan?"
"Can I, uh, *sleep* with you tonight?" she asked hesitantly.
I understood, of course, that she wanted the physical companionship of being
next to me, not more physical intimacy.
I gave the idea some thought: the boys weren't back until shortly before
lunch the next day, so they weren't any particular concern. What *did* worry
me, though, was the idea of the two of us being so close to each other for
such an extended period of time without being fully awake and aware of what
we were doing.
"Yeah, I guess we can do that - as long we both at least wear underwear, so
that there aren't any, uh, accidents."
"That's okay; I kinda like it better, you know? But do I have to wear a bra,
too, or is just panties enough?"
"I expect that panties are enough." I answered with a short laugh.
"Goody. I want to feel as much of you next to me as I can."
Now my conscience got to me: where to sleep that was big enough for both of
us? The idea of 'just' sleeping with his daughter in Paul's bed seemed a bit
like treachery; and the thought of sleeping in _her_ bed brought on feelings
of cradle robbing.
She seemed to know what was bothering me, and suggested an obvious answer
that I would have gotten to, eventually: "Can we sleep on the floor in the
den? Like on a blanket or two, and maybe with just a little fire going?"
"Sure, that would be nice. But I think we'll need another blanket to cover
up with. We probably ought to get fresh blankets to sleep on, since
_somebody_ 'perfumed' the other one", I teased.
She got a playfully indignant look on her face, and answered with "Yeah,
because *another* person JUST..... COULDN'T.... be happy making 'somebody'
happy, they had to make 'somebody' ecstatic!"
I put a shocked/horrified look on my face for a few seconds before the two
of us nearly collapsed in laughter. It finally ended when I said, "I'll get
the den ready, and you get the blankets, okay?"
She agreed, and a couple minutes later, I'd cleared the area in front of the
fireplace and had a couple of smallish logs on the grate, ready to light.
When she brought in the blankets, we took two of them and spread them out
for sleeping on, and got the other ready to cover us with. She took the
first one into the laundry room to be washed the next day, and I put on my
underwear before starting the fire (gotta keep the priorities straight!).
About the time I was satisfied that it was burning properly, she reappeared,
having made a detour to put on a pair of her panties. I was surprised to see
that she'd apparently been allowed a visit to Victoria's Secret, since they
were some of the smallest, filmiest panties I'd ever seen on a female: they
looked to be little more than smoke held together with dental floss, with
the dark smudge of her pubic hair plainly visible in front, and little more
than a few threads tracing up through the crack of her ass to join the ones
around her waist.
When I finally raised my eyes to look at her face, she smiled and said "I
know what kind of shorts you wear, so I didn't think I needed to get _too_
fussy about 'protecting' myself."
"Jan, those things aren't even *close* to protecting yourself. Fact is,
they're a helluva lot closer to Incitement to Riot!"
She dimpled at me, and came over to give me a hug before leading me down to
the blankets we'd set up.
There was a moment's hesitation, and I could almost feel her wanting me to
take the lead, so I selected the left side of blanket as we looked down at
it, and sat, then laid, on it, sliding my feet and legs under the 'cover'
blanket. She repeated my actions on the other side, and we lay there on our
sides, facing each other.
We looked into each other's eyes for several moments before she spoke:
"Uncle Dan?"
"Yes, dear?"
"I love you, you know."
"Yeah, I know. And you know that I love you, too."
"I've known it for a long time; I just didn't know how *much* you loved me.
Not the have sex kind of love, but the worry about me and want to protect me
kind."
"Yup."
"Well, I just wanted you to understand that *I* understand." - and with
that, she turned over onto her other side, and slid back against me. I put
my arm around her, so that my hand was on her belly, but she took it and
moved it up so that it was holding her breast, and held it there.
Thinking about some of the things she'd said that night, I knew that the
vast majority of her growing-up fears were gone, and that she had her head
on a whole lot straighter than a lot of the so-called adults that I knew.
And thinking about what she'd told me after we'd laid down, I felt a sense
of peace and contentment - and yes, even love - that I hadn't felt in
entirely too long. With those happy thoughts and feelings, I soon drifted
off to sleep.
The next morning, I woke up to find that we hadn't moved much during the
night - except that she'd gotten her butt tucked into my lap, and resting
firmly on a morning hard-on. As nice as it felt having her there, I *really*
had to get up and take a leak. As I started to disentangle myself from her,
she woke up a bit, and turned her head to me to murmur, "Don't go."
"Sorry, Darlin', but your Uncle Dan really needs to visit the little boys'
room."
She snickered a bit, and said "Little boy, my foot.", but let me go.
A couple minutes later, feeling much refreshed and relaxed, I rejoined her.
As I put my arm around her again - this time just cupping her breast myself
- she wiggled her butt back into my lap, where she could feel a new erection
growing. A little more wiggling, and she had me hard enough that she was
able to position herself that it rested neatly between her ass cheeks. I
heard a soft "MMMMMmmmmmmmm" and felt the nipple in my hand harden a bit as
she drifted off to sleep again.
When I woke up next, I was on my back with Jan somewhat draped across me:
one leg over my hips, her arm across my chest, and her head on my shoulder.
I could feel the breath of her exhalations as it blew across my chest hairs.
Moving carefully, I was able to get my arm around her, so that it went
across her back with my hand on her hip. Lying there like that, the love I
felt for her nearly burst my chest, and I couldn't help but start stroking
her back and side, marveling at the smooth softness of her skin. Positioned
as she was, I could smell the fragrance of the perfume she'd had me use when
I washed her hair the night before - a soft, flowery scent that brought back
all manner of pleasant memories.
Apparently, she'd been awake for I don't know how long, because when I
tilted my head up to kiss the top of her head, she looked up at me long
enough to say "Good morning, Uncle Dan."
"Good morning to you, too, Sunshine."
"It wasn't a dream, was it?", she asked, talking into my left
nipple/microphone.
"What wasn't a dream?"
"Last night."
"No, it wasn't a dream. Why, did you think it was?"
"I wasn't sure - until I woke up like this, with you holding me."
"Well, I'm glad you thought it was a dream, and not a nightmare" I teased.
She looked up at me again, and said, "No, I know that you could never do
anything to give me a nightmare. It's just that you make me feel so good
that sometimes I'm not sure it's really happening. Like right now - I like
how warm you are, and how good it feels to have your skin touching mine this
way. I really like the way you feel when you're rubbing me like that on my
back."
"I like it to; that's why I'm doing it. Your skin feels soft and smooth and
warm, and it makes me happy to be able to touch you."
"I like you touching me, too - especially like that."
"Like what?"
"Like now. I can feel how strong your hands are, but they're not hard or
rough. The way you touch me, it's soft, like you want to feel my skin, but
not tickling. I know you're doing it because _you_ like it, but it's like
you're doing it so that *I* like it, too. As though you care about me, and
not just you."
"Trouble, I *do* care about you."
"I know, that's what I mean. You're not just making YOU happy, but you're
making ME happy, too."
"Ahhhhhh, now I understand what you're saying. You're telling me that you
love me, because I love you."
"What do you mean?"
"I love you, and I'm taking pleasure in being able to touch and caress you
this way. BECAUSE I love you, I'm trying to do it in such a way that YOU
take pleasure in it, too. Remember when I told you that love is when another
person's happiness means as much to you as your own?" - a nod - "Well,
because you feel the love I have for you, and am giving you, you're loving
me in return. And that makes me love you even more. Love between two people
that aren't family is a rare and precious thing: when it happens just right,
the two people kind of feed off of each other, like we are now - I'm
touching you because it makes me happy. And because I love you, I want to
touch you in a way that makes you happy, too. Because the way I touch you
DOES make you happy, you know that I love you, and you love me, too. Because
you love me too, you're happy to LET me touch you, and because you're happy
to let me touch you, that means that I get to touch you more, making me more
happy, and so on. Get it?"
"Yeah! That's just how it feels! I hadn't thought of it that way before, but
I understand what you're saying! And what you told me before about the
difference between having sex and making love means a whole lot more, too."
"Congratulations. You now understand something that most people only have
the vaguest idea about. There's only one problem."
"What?"
"I'm afraid that I may be spoiling you for any guy that you might meet later
- knowing what you do now, I don't think you're ever going to be truly happy
with someone that isn't willing to give you true, honest love in return for
the love you have for them. You may end up looking for the right person -
male or female doesn't matter so much as the actual LOVE that needs to be
there for you to be really happy with them - for a long time."
"Yes, Uncle Dan, I think maybe you *are* spoiling me for other men - I don't
know about women, at least, not yet. But you're not giving yourself enough
credit."
"How's that?"
"When you talk to me like this, you're also helping me have the strength and
courage *to* wait until I meet that person, and the knowledge that such
people *do* exist. Maybe I _will_ have to wait a long time, but now I know
it'll be worth it."
Jeez, I wished *I* had been this smart and savvy and together when I was her
age! Anyway, since there really wasn't anything I _could_ say to that, I
just let it go, and we lay there a while, just enjoying each other's
company.
Finally, though, we realized that we really DID have to get up and clean the
place up a bit before the boys got home.
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It was about mid-March, and we were having a bit of early spring weather.
Paul had had to go out of town on a business emergency (an oxymoron, as he
pointed out to me) for the weekend. Jan had previously arranged to have 'a
few' (8!!) of her friends over for a slumber party of sorts, and I got
drafted (sure, hurt me - make me look at a jiggle [that seems to be an
appropriate name for the grouping] of teenyboppers!). It was to start late
Friday afternoon, and finish up after lunch the next day. Over the years,
I'd seen and briefly met all of them at various times, but still didn't have
a clue as to specifics.
Once all the girls arrived, they naturally bunched up in Jan's room - at
least, at first. Before long, though they were finding reasons/excuses to
come out into the den, into the living room, the kitchen (a LOT), out onto
the patio, and so on. Leo and John quickly tired of it, and took refuge in
their room, playing Nintendo with their door closed. My patience was
starting to wear a bit thin, as well, and when I got a chance to talk to
Jan, explained to her about the havoc her friends were causing. She
apologized, and I told her that it wouldn't bother me so much if I could
just have _one_ room to 'hide' in. She laughed, and agreed, asking me which
cave I wanted. After a moments thought, I suggested the Den - the doorway to
the patio was at one end of it, with the TV and stereo at the other, so I
could keep myself amused and still give them pretty much unrestricted access
to the patio. She readily agreed, and as I headed into the den to get
settled, she went back to her room to let her friends know what the
situation was. Surprisingly, they seemed to take it fairly well, and when
they made the transition from house to patio, they at least *tried* to be
quieter. Not always successfully, mind you, but enough so that I could live
with it for the evening.
As the evening went on, the weather outside cooled appreciably, and the
girls gradually stopped the outdoor activities - and commenced the indoor
ones. There was the apparently obligatory pillow fight, extensive make-up
testing and consultation, and so on. Things really got interesting, though,
about the time the late news came on: the girls had all changed into their
sleeping outfits, and decided that they _really_ needed to watch the weather
with me, so they could make plans for the next day. A couple of the girls
had opted for ordinary flannel nightgowns; the rest had apparently decided
that they wanted to show off to each other how sexy they could look. None of
the remaining outfits were exactly revealing - transparent, or anything like
that - but were form-fitting and thin enough to not leave much to my (quite
active) imagination: more that a few nipples were detectable, nor was it
difficult telling who the natural blondes were.
Only Jan was relaxed at first while they were in the den; as the rest
realized that I wasn't ogling them, or seeming to take any notice of them at
all, they gradually relaxed. Of course, if they could have read my mind,
they'd have all slapped me silly, repeatedly. Jan, of course, knew what was
going on in my mind - when we locked eyes one time, she gave me an impish
smile before returning to the TV.
Once they'd decided they'd had enough, the all trooped back to Jan's
bedroom, where I heard a lot of whispering and giggling before the door
closed.
When the news ended, it didn't take me long to decide that there wasn't
anything I wanted to watch on television, so I shut it off, got some Bach
going on the stereo, and just laid down on the couch with a book I'd
brought.
I heard a couple of shrieks back in Jan's room, but ignored them (by then, I
_really_ should have known better). Several minutes later, one of the girls
came into the den and stood by the couch until I put the book down and
looked up at her. Dimpling a little at me, she asked if it was okay if they
had some sodas; since they'd been drinking them all evening, I knew that
wasn't the reason for her visit, and raised an eyebrow. She explained that
they'd run out of the ones the girls had brought, and wanted more from
Paul's stocks. I said it was okay, and she headed off into the kitchen - but
not before shrugging her shoulders, drawing my eyes to the interesting
sympathetic motions on her chest, which was what she seemed to be waiting
for. A few moments later, I heard Jan's door close, and a minute or two
later, some more shrieking as I returned to my book. I hadn't gotten more
than a couple of pages (I'm a speed reader) before I noticed another one of
the girls approaching. Again, she stood by the couch, and asked if they
could have some snacks - again using the 'we ran out' excuse. I told her it
was fine, and she promptly turned around to head for the kitchen. Turning
quickly enough, I might add, that the hem of her nightie flared up, giving
me a nice view of her ass as she walked away. Repeat door closing and
shrieking.
Now, I'm not a genius, but I'm starting to detect a pattern, here. So I just
wait a bit, and sure enough, here comes another one of them.
Since I'm not reading this time, I can surreptitiously watch all the
sympathetic motion on her body as she walks toward me. I'm wondering what
they can ask for now, since they've got drinks and munchies; she surprises
me a little by asking if there are any big marshmallows. I tell her where
they are, and she heads off to the kitchen. The cabinet with the
marshmallows is in sight, so I can see when she opens it up and
(unnecessarily) stretches up to pull the bag out - giving me a nice
silhouette view of her ass and bust in the process. With them in her hand,
she turns and smiles at me before heading back to Jan's room. Door, then
shrieking.
Yup. They're up to something. I don't know what the rules are, or what the
purpose is, but the apparent 'deed' is to get me to 'look' at them. Not that
I mind, you understand, it's just that if *I* knew what the rules were, I'm
thinking I could work them to my advantage, perhaps. Devious, yes, but then,
it wasn't my game, either.
Enough time went by that I figured it was just those three that were
involved, and went back to my book, thinking it was over.
Wrong.
Several pages later, here comes a fourth - only this time, she's there to
ask if it's okay if they have a little fire in the fireplace and toast
marshmallows. I give it some though, and finally agree, with the condition
that they not get too loud, so I can listen to the music and read my book.
She looks a little disappointed, but agrees, and quickly heads back to Jan's
room. Sure enough, they come swarming into the den a minute or so later. A
little discussion among them, and they realize that none of them has the
slightest clue on how to get a fire going in the fireplace, so yet _another_
one approaches to ask me to start it for them. I get it set up, and a few
minutes later, there's a nice, if small, fire going. As I'm heading back to
the couch, a couple of them ambush me by grabbing my arms, and pressing
themselves into me, on the excuse of thanking me for helping them. Since I
can feel their firm young breasts pressing into my arms and sides, it's no
lie for me to tell them that it was my pleasure. They seem to get the joke,
and giggle at me before letting me go.
As I clear the group, they all cluster around the fire, and start passing
out the marshmallows.
Maybe fifteen minutes went by, and I manage to get nearly a chapter done in
my book before I start hearing whispering among the girls. Somehow, I don't
think this is a good thing.
Sure enough, here comes one of the more 'developed' girls, wearing a baby
blue 'shortie' nightie and panty set that is thin enough to make clear that
she has a well-developed bush and half-dollar sized areolas with
large-crayon diameter nipples.
When I manage to drag my eyes up to her face, she's grinning at me, and says
"Um, Dan?"
"Yes?"
"We're all wearing our favorite nightgowns, and we can't decide which one is
sexiest."
"And?"
"And we were hoping you could help us by being a judge for a contest."
"What makes you think I'd be a fair judge? After all, I'm Jan's kind-of
adopted uncle."
"We talked about that, and Jan says she knows you wouldn't pick what she's
wearing just because it's her. But she said she's willing to not be in the
contest, if it would make you feel better."
"But if she isn't in it, that's not fair to her, then, is it?"
"No, I guess not."
"Okay, I'll be the judge - IF you can find another way for me to judge the
nightgowns without judging the girl inside."
I could see that kind of threw her, but she agreed, and went back to the
rest of them. I didn't figure they would be able to find a way out of that,
and that I was off the hook, and went back to my book. There was a lot of
muttering and whispering, and much to my surprise, she was back a few
minutes later with a proposal.
"Dan?"
"You characters figure something out? What is it?"
She giggled a bit and said, "We talked about it, and Kelly had the idea that
we could each wear all the different outfits."
"How would that work?"
"Well, we're all pretty close in size, so they should all fit okay. What we
thought was that we could all line up, and you would look us over. Then we'd
all go back, change, and line up again. We'd do that until all of us had
worn every one else's stuff, and then you could let us know which one you
liked best."
Much to my surprise, it actually sounded reasonably fair - and more than a
little fun for me.
Behind her, I could see the rest of the girls were anxiously watching to see
what my reaction would be - except for the couple that were in the flannel
jobs, who looked a little disappointed.
"What about the girls in the long nightgowns? Do they want to sit it out, or
do they want to participate?"
The question seemed to surprise her a bit, and she went back to the group so
they could talk it over. A few moments later, she was back, telling me "Um,
they want to be in it, too, but don't think their gowns would look right in
the line."
"Okay, how about this: it goes like you said, EXCEPT that whichever girls
are wearing the flannel just stay out of the line? They can wait back in
Jan's room or sit off to the side, or wherever they want to, as long as
they're not actually in the line."
She perked up a bit at that, and headed back to the group again. More
discussion, some whispering, and she was back, saying "That's a good idea,
and everybody agrees. We decided that whoever is wearing the flannel should
sit on the couch, so they can see, but so that they don't interfere with the
judging. Is that okay?"
"Suits me. You all get it worked out, and let me know when you're ready to
start. But just to be fair, I'm going to identify the sets and keep score on
paper. What are the rules?"
"Um, just that you look at all the gowns, and decide which one you think is
sexiest, I guess."
"I think it would be fair if there was a time limit for each judging session
- say two minutes? - before you all change."
"Uh, how about making it 5 minutes?"
"I can live with that. If you're really serious about this, though, you
should do it so that the _gowns_ are the important part." I knew by now that
the gowns were the least important part of it to them, but I'm willing to
play along.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, they should be in the same order each time, from my left to my right,
and you should figure out how to get in here and back out without having me
look at one gown more than the rest. You understand?"
"Yeah, I think so. The first gown that comes in should be the first gown
that goes out, right?"
"That's the idea, yeah."
"Okay, that sounds right; we'll do it that way."
"Fine, you squirrels get it organized while I get some paper to write on."
With that, I went into the living room, where I knew Paul kept a notepad to
write on, and got it, along with a pen.
When I got back, they were still in the living room, but Jan had moved up to
take the lead. I looked at her inquisitively, and she explained "We decided
that you should go ahead and make your notes about the gowns now, before the
competition, so that the first session doesn't take too long."
"Okay, Trouble, that seems pretty fair. How do we do it?"
"I'm going to introduce you to my friends, so you know who they are, and you
can make your notes. When you're done with each girl, she will go back into
my room. When we're all there, we'll change, and that will be the start of
the competition."
"Works for me. Who's up first?"
"This is Kelly, my best friend in the whole world. We've known each other
since I was, like, five years old."
Kelly was a brunette, about 5' 6", an olive complexion, straight black hair
cut short, and the most beautiful hazel eyes I'd ever seen. Slightly more
buxom than Jan, she also had soft curves, as opposed to Jan's more angular
and slender shape. She was wearing a pale yellow baby-doll type top that
just barely reached her navel, and matching panties. I could see (or thought
I could, which is just as good) the dark smudge of her pubic hair, and the
dark circles of her nipples underneath her outfit. I made my notes, looked
up at her, and asked, "So you're the genius that figured this system out,
huh?" She blushed a bit, but didn't say anything, so I told her "Well,
that's pretty good thinking. When you get old enough, come see me about a
job - I can always use someone as smart as you." That seemed to embarrass
her even more, and she quickly made her getaway.
Jan next introduced Robyn, who stood about the same height as Kelly. With
red hair, freckles, and green eyes, she was a delight. Robyn was slender,
which made her slightly fuller bust seem even larger than it was. She was
decked out in a pale green teddy that came down to just above her pelvis,
with small nubs where her nipples were. Her panties were the same color, and
appeared to be French cut; I could just make out the general size and
density of her pubic bush. I told her it was nice to meet her, and she was
off to Jan's room, as well.
Next up was Candice, wearing flannel. Almost platinum blonde hair that she
wore to the middle of her back, and gray eyes that I wanted to fall into, I
couldn't tell much about her shape.
Kim was the next contestant. Eurasian by the look of her, she had straight,
black hair pulled back into a short ponytail, brown eyes, and a smile that
would light up any room she was in - an absolute doll. Maybe 5' 4" tall, she
was slender, but softly curved. Wearing an off-white lace-looking top that
ended about the middle of her small, firm ass, I could easily see where her
dark areolas were. Her bottoms were of similar, but slightly denser
material; but it was still easy to see that she had a small, neatly shaped
patch of black pubic hair. Again with the introductions, and she was gone.
I next met Kathy, the statuesque (well, for 15, anyway) blonde semi-goddess
that had approached me about doing the 'fashion show'.
Following her was Sandra, at about 5' 8" tall the tallest of the bunch.
Butter blonde hair worn straight to her shoulders, breasts about the size of
half-softballs capped with pale pink areolas and nipples. I could tell
because she had on an incredibly sheer white shortie top. I was frankly
surprised that she had the nerve to wear it in front of me - and looked
forward to seeing the rest of them in it, as well. Around her hips, she was
wearing a pair of tap pants that gently hugged the delightful curve of her
ass. Unfortunately, they were loose enough that I really couldn't tell much
about her pubic area.
The other flannel girl turned out to be Susan, with short curly dark hair,
rosy cheeks, and turquoise blue eyes. Looking to be ever so slightly plump,
I could tell from the way the flannel fell between her breasts that though
not large, they were nicely rounded.
The final newcomer turned out to be Mary Alice. Hispanic, she had dark,
straight hair that fell to just below her shoulders, a dark tan complexion,
and brown eyes. At about 5' 7", she was shaped like a miniature Dolly
Parton: large-ish bust, very slender waist, and nice hips. She was wearing a
semi-opaque baby-doll type outfit that I first thought she'd outgrown: the
top clearly hung straight down from the dark nipples I could see, even
through the material. A short stretch of her tan tummy was revealed before
the start of the ordinary nylon panties she wore. Though I couldn't see
through them, it was clear that she had developed a dense growth of pubic
hair in a slender strip from just above her pubic bone and down into her
crotch.
And, of course, there was Jan, who'd been wearing a less revealing version
of the smoke-and-floss panties she'd modeled for me before, so that her cute
little buns were covered, along with the matching top that only came down to
her midriff. As Mary Alice left, Jan went with her. A couple minutes later,
I heard a round of giggling and a little shrieking coming from Jan's room;
it didn't take a rocket scientist to realize that they were discussing what
they thought my reactions were to their different outfits.
A few minutes later, Mary Alice and Robyn came in and sat next to me on the
couch, dressed in the flannel outfits. That was apparently my cue that the
round of judging was starting because the remaining 7 girls streamed in.
When they were all in, I started the timer on my watch, which I'd previously
set to count down the allotted time.
As it turned out, I was right about Susan: she wasn't appreciably larger
than the other girls, extension-wise, but definitely made up for it in
actual fullness. I also learned that she had surprisingly small areolas, not
much larger than her pencil-eraser sized nipples, and only a small dark bush
that barely covered her mons.
Sandra revealed a triangular patch of pubic hair the same color as her head,
full without being bushy (pardon the pun).
I also learned that Candice had medium-sized breasts - about the size of
half-tangerines - and pubic hair that was as blonde as she was. Though
somewhat small in area, I figured it to be longer and more sparse than most.
Keeping my face as passive and unresponsive as I could (which was more than
I could say about the contents of my jeans!), I looked them over until the
timer on my watch went off. A couple of them jumped a little at the sudden
noise - nearly giving me eyestrain in the process - but they realized what
it was after a moment, and the whole crew trooped out.
The sequence repeated itself, until I'd finally seen every one of the girls
in each of the outfits. As my grandfather told me about deflowering virgins:
it was a dirty job, but _somebody_ had to do it!
When they came back in again, they were all in their original outfits, and
they all sat down in front of the nearly extinguished fire. To my pleasure,
nearly every one of them unconsciously sat cross-legged, so I was able to
sneak more than a couple of delightful looks while finishing up the scoring.
When I was ready, I cleared my throat to get their attention, and began.
"First off, this was *not* an easy contest to judge, for a variety of
reasons. The outfits - and the wearers! - were all quite pleasing. After I
tell you who the top 3 winners are, I will be more than happy to explain to
you WHY I judged them the way I did. So, if you're all ready?"
They all nodded.
"There is a tie for first place, between the outfits that Sandra and Jan
wore. Very close behind them was the one that Kelly was wearing. The reason
for the tie is that the two outfits are very, very similar, even though they
might look different to you."
Susan promptly asked "I know why my flannel didn't win, so I want to know
why you judged the way you did, and how you got the results." - with a
number of supporting murmurs.
"Fair enough, and I'm glad to explain. First off, let's start with the
obvious: I'm a man, and you're not." - a round of giggles - "Men and women
do NOT see lingerie in the same way. Even though Sandra and Jan's outfits
are different _styles_, they are very similar in appearance to *me*: both
succeed in finding the balance between covering the necessary parts, and
still revealing enough of those parts to let a man - in this case, me - get
enough of an idea of what's underneath to make him 'interested'. Each of you
is wearing something that is attractive _on you_ - even the flannel ones -,
but that wasn't the criteria I was given: you all asked me to pick out the
best *outfit*, and those two outfits did the best job of attracting my
interest, when each of you wore them. Jan's outfit was marginally more
explicit, but Sandra's more 'neutral' color complemented more of you. When I
was keeping score, the ONLY thing I concerned myself with was how each of
you looked in a particular outfit - I'll be happy to give you my score sheet
so that you can see for yourselves that the highest scores always went to
the same _outfits_."
Kim stuck her hand up, and when I nodded to her, asked "You said that men
and women don't see lingerie in the same way. What did you mean?"
"From my experience, and talking with other women about it, I've gotten the
idea that women buy lingerie to _be seen in it_. Men buy lingerie for their
wives or girlfriends so that they can take it _off_ to get to what's under
it. You understand?"
Kim nodded, as did most of the other girls; the rest looked thoughtful.
Robyn asked, "You said that the more neutral color of Sandra's outfit looked
best on most of us. Can you explain?"
"Sure. Let's start with you, as an example." - she blushed - "With your red
hair, and freckles, the green of your outfit makes a nice contrast, and
highlights your, uh, charms." - a bit of giggling - "BUT, it doesn't look as
nice on Mary Alice, because of her different hair and skin tones Kathy's
blue baby-doll looks great - ON HER, but it looked terrible on Kim; but
Kim's outfit looked great ON HER, but didn't do so well on Sandra. See what
I'm getting at?"
This time, the nods were universal.
I continued "There's a reason that the most common lingerie colors are white
and black: even though they aren't necessarily the _best_ match for any
_particular_ woman, they look *reasonably* good on almost ALL women. If you
want to look _good_, pick white or black to compliment your skin tones. If
you want to look the *best*, find something that contrasts with your entire
look: hair, skin, and eyes."
Jan piped up with "Would you tell each of us what color *you* think we'd
look good in?" - and after a moments pause, the rest chimed in their
agreement.
"As long as you understand that I'm most emphatically *NOT* saying which one
of you looks best - you all have your own appeal - I'll do it."
They readily agreed, and Jan offered to be first to get things going.
I had her stand off to the side a bit, so that everyone had pretty much the
same view I did.
"Jan has pretty much the right idea. Her general body tones are more-or-less
'neutral', so the neutral color of her outfit compliments it. Her hips and
backside are narrow enough that she could wear something more like a bikini
bottom for someone special. If her, uh, nipples and hair were a little
darker, she could also get away with something that wasn't quite as sheer."
Jan sat down, and Kelly stood, taking her place.
"Kelly has the right idea, too - her dark hair and eyes, and complexion make
a light color a good idea. From a guy perspective, the 'density' of the
material is about right - it's enough to make a guy want a better look and
what's under it. The only thing I could think to change would be maybe a
_little_ bit brighter shade, to provide a little more contrast with her
coloration." Blushing slightly, Kelly sat down, and after a moment, Kathy
popped up and took the 'stage'.
"Kathy has picked well on style and material, but a different color of
outfit might be better - I'm thinking something black, or dark gray to
contrast with her hair color. To draw attention to anything she wants
noticed, the material could be more transparent, or fit a little tighter."
She nodded, and looking thoughtful, sat down, to be replaced by Sandra.
"The ONLY change I can think of for Sandra is to think about changing to a
darker color to contrast with her hair and skin tones. Maybe black, maybe a
dark blue to highlight her hair color. Because of her pale nipples, she
almost HAS to go with something very sheer to get any visibility of them."
That said, she exchanged places with Candice.
"Candice is one of the few women with the right coloration to make black an
excellent choice - her hair, skin tone, eyes, all of it make black almost
ideal for her. The only disadvantage to that would be the difficulty in
finding something light enough to let her emphasize any particular areas she
might want to highlight." Visibly pink when she sat again, she was quickly
replaced by Mary Alice.
"Mary Alice has a good start, too. She can emphasize her bust by wearing
something a bit tighter or clingier, or continue with what she has on now,
and still make it clear she's well developed. A thinner material, or one
that was even a _little_ more transparent would definitely draw attention to
her nipples. A shorter top, and something like tap pants would emphasize her
narrow waist. With her dark hair and complexion, a _bright_ color would
contrast nicely. It could be red, yellow, or even a *bright* white." Mary
Alice gave me an appraising look as she went by.
Next up was Susan.
"Susan is actually kind of difficult. Dark hair, pink skin, and blue eyes -
not an easy combination to deal with. Not that she isn't attractive - just
the opposite, in fact - it's just that it's tough to pick out ONE color that
would look good on her. What comes to mind is to go with something neutral
like black, but add in a little red for emphasis, maybe red trim at
strategic points. Her blue eyes are always going to draw a guys attention,
so if she wants to emphasize her bust or anything else, she'll have to be a
bit more obvious than most of you - snug fit, sheerness, or maybe even
both." Susan and Kim exchanged places when I was done.
"Kim's skin tones are fairly neutral, so she could 'get by' with about
anything, really. But if she really wants to grab attention, something
seriously contrasting is called for - I'd say that she was one of the few
women who would actually benefit from say, an electric blue camisole or
teddy. Alternatively, white would contrast with her hair, and draw attention
to her nipples." Looking contemplative, Kim sat down.
Jan asked, "From a guy's view, what gets your attention?"
I replied with "Well, some guys are attracted to breasts - sometimes small,
but usually large. Others are attracted to butts, and others find legs
attractive. Some like blonde hair, others brunette, and others prefer
redheads. Even within the different groups, there is a lot of variation: on
breasts, some men like large nipples, others prefer small. Large butts,
small butts, soft butts, firm butts. Slender legs, muscular legs. Long hair,
short hair, curly or straight. Lots of pubic hair, little - or even no -
pubic hair. Pointy breasts, round breasts. I can promise you that for each
and every one of you, there is a guy somewhere that thinks you look
absolutely perfect, and even more that think you look pretty good, and even
more that think you look just fine, as part of one or more of the groups
that they find attractive."
"But how about *you*", Kelly asked.
"Me? I'm not so fussy, in some ways, and a lot more fussy in other ways."
"How so?" she asked.
"I'm not so fussy, in that I don't care about one particular area of a
woman's anatomy - I don't focus on breasts or hips or butt or legs or any of
that. Birthmarks, scars, and so on aren't important to me, other than to
regret any problems that they may have caused the person that has them. I'm
a lot more fussy because I want the girl to have a brain, and *use* it. I
want her to be as interested in me as I am in her. Patience, understanding,
and compassion are always good things in _anybody_. Willingness to think and
act on her own is good, too. Most important of all is that she should have
respect for herself."
Kathy asked "Why is a girl's self-respect important?"
"Important to *me*, you mean; there are a lot of guys out there that would
be just as happy to have a girl that DIDN'T have self respect: such girls
are easier for that kind of guy to control and manipulate. For me, though,
I've got enough confidence in myself to think that if I think a girl is
special enough to get my attention, then she should have enough sense to
recognize that, and find me special, too. The only kind of woman that I've
found that have that kind of sense got it from having a high degree of
self-respect and self-confidence."
"How does that work?"
"Because someone is able to respect themselves, they are also confident in
themselves. When they're confident in themselves, the more confident they
are in the decisions and judgments they make. When they're confident in
their decisions and judgments, the more they're willing to make them, and
the better they get at it."
"Sounds like it's pretty hard to learn, and do."
"It is hard to learn, and do - but I think the results are worth it: the
final result is someone very special, and worth knowing. Besides, when is
*anything* worth having or doing easy?"
They all laughed, and Jan said, "You sound like some of our teachers!"
"Ever think they might be right? After all, they *are* _teachers_."
With that to occupy their minds, I called for an end, so that 'a senile old
fart like me can get some sleep' - which earned me a number of snorts of
derision at my self-description. Reluctantly, they agreed, and all wandered
back to Jan's bedroom. I did ask Jan to stay back for a bit, as they were
leaving.
Once we were alone, I asked Jan "What was all that about? I mean the visits
for sodas and chips and marshmallows, and all the rest of it?"
She blushed a little, and said, "Well, I was kind of bragging on how patient
you are, and how you never tried to grope me or anything, and they didn't
believe me. So they got the idea of coming out here to watch TV after we got
ready for bed, to see if you were really that polite about not looking. When
you didn't do or say anything, some of them thought you were gay or
something."
"Let me guess - Robyn and Sandra the most."
She looked surprised, but said "Yeah! How did you know?"
"They were a little less than subtle about trying to get me to look at them.
What else was going on?"
She looked startled, and continued "Well, um, once they realized that you
weren't gay, they decided to see if they could shake you up by trying to
overload you. When that didn't work - the nightgown competition was supposed
to do it - they realized that I wasn't joking. That made them want to see if
you were as patient and nice about talking to us 'kids' as I'd said. You
were; that's why they didn't give you any trouble about leaving you alone
just now."
"Is there going to be anything else going on tonight, then?"
She smiled, and said "No, I don't think anything involving you - I think you
pretty well confused them by being as polite and honest and everything as I
told them you are. If I know _them_, they'll even leave you alone: you're
kind of scary, sometimes, about how you're willing to talk to us like we're
grown up enough to understand what you're saying. Besides, you gave us a lot
to talk about, so I don't think there will be time to bother you any more."
"Good. I really am kind of tired, and really do want to go to sleep. If they
ask what we talked about, just tell them I said it was okay to raid the
fridge and chips and such - but that if anybody wakes me up, they'll find
out what I'm like when I'm *not* being nice."
She laughed, and told me "I'll tell them that if they do anything to wake
you up, you just might be mad enough to bite them - that'll scare them!"
I laughed, too, and gave her a little pat on the butt as I told her
"Bedtime, Trouble. I'll see you in the morning."
After she left, I got ready, and went to bed. Before long, I was fully
asleep - and nobody woke me during the night.
The next morning, I woke up well ahead of them, and only a little before Leo
and John got up. The boys were content with oatmeal and a toaster waffle
each for breakfast. They watched cartoons for a while, but when the girls
finally started to get up, the boys decided they didn't want any part of it,
and left, each to a different friends house.
It was probably ten o'clock by the time the girls were all awake, if not
functional. Eventually, though, they were redressed, and all swarmed into
the kitchen to scrounge up some breakfast. Once loaded, they flowed into the
dining area, and proceeded to demolish Paul's groceries. When they were
done, though, they were all good enough to clean up after themselves without
being told - always a good sign in a teenager.
Following breakfast, they all headed out to the patio to enjoy the unusual
weather, and generally sit around.
It was shortly before noon when I heard a bit of shouting outside, and then
a scream. In a matter of a couple seconds, I was out there to see what had
happened. As it turned out, it wasn't a 'what' that had happened, but a
'who'.
There was a largish young man out there, and behind him, a couple of smaller
obvious hangers-on. I could see that his attention was on Susan, who was
crying, and trying to hide behind the other girls.
When I asked what was going on, Jan told me that the character in front was
Phil, a member of the wrestling team, and he was there to get Susan. Except
that Susan didn't want to go - they'd been boyfriend/girlfriend for a while,
but she'd broken up with him a few weeks before.
Once I understood what was going on, I turned to Phil, and said, "Looks
pretty simple to me, Phil. She doesn't want to go with you, so you might as
well leave."
He took a couple of steps toward me, which allowed me a good look at his
eyes: bloodshot, and the pupils dilated. Uh-oh. Either this kid's really,
really drunk or hung over, or he's engaging in some street pharmacology. Not
good. He verifies his bad judgment by telling me "Fuck you, man! That's *my*
bitch, and she ain't dumpin' me like that! She ain't leavin' me until I
*tell* her she can leave! Now grab your shit, Susie, and let's *go*!"
His buddies are smirking, and looking like they're willing to back him up -
though from the look of them, I doubt they'd try anything like this on their
own.
"Phil, is it?" - he focuses on me, and nods - "I wasn't asking you to leave,
I was _telling_ you to leave. If you don't, then there's going to be some
serious trouble here, either with the cops, or if I have to, with me."
That seems to get his attention, and I hear Susan say, "It's okay, I'll go
with him. I don't want any trouble."
Keeping an eye on Phil and crew, I told her "Susan, there isn't any trouble,
but if you go with this character, there will be. He's either drunk, or on
something, and if you go with him, you'll probably wind up in the hospital.
I'm not going to force you *not* to go with someone who wants to force you
*to* go - but I really, strongly suggest that you stay. He's not going to
hurt anyone, least of all, you."
He looked at me again, then as Susan, who was crying on Kim's shoulder while
Kelly whispered in her ear. After a few moments, Susan spoke up again: "If
you say it'll be okay, then I'll stay."
That seemed to enrage young master Phil, and he took another couple of
steps, more toward me than the girls.
I looked at his traveling companions, and asked "Are you two his keepers for
today? If you are, you'd better get him out of here, NOW, before somebody
gets hurt." and then to Jan "Jan, go inside and call the cops. If they get
here in time, they can probably keep somebody from getting dead."
Jan gave me a strange look, but went inside.
That seemed to be all that Phil needed, and he charged toward me, with his
little buddies behind him.
Now, I'm a coward. I don't WANT to fight. Fighting hurts. So because I don't
like to fight, I took some Judo and Karate when I was younger (like in
middle and high school), so that if I _did_ have to, it would be over
faster. And when I went in the Navy and was stationed in Asia, studied a
couple more things formally, and learned some other stuff after being
trapped in a few bar fights. Mixed all together, it made up my 'style' -
Godzilla-jitsu. So, when Phil got close enough, I used some Aikido to
redirect him - with a little extra push - into the brick wall of the house.
Then I turned, and Karate kicked the dipstick on my right in the kneecap.
His buddy on my left tried to grab me, and got a leg sweep that dropped him
on his back. Phil had bounced, shaken his head, and was headed for me again,
swinging at me in the process. I dropped under it, and gave him a straight
shot into the solar plexus, which stopped him cold. Not wanting to dance any
more, I side kicked him in the knee, and heard it crack as it broke.
Dumbshit 1, who I'd kicked in the knee, wasn't standing so good, but still
wanted to play. When he swung at me, I applied a Judo throw, and kind of
forgot to lay him down the way I'd been taught; instead, I dropped him
halfway through it, so that he landed flat on his back, knocking the air out
of him, and taking him out of play for a while. Dumbshit 2, who got the leg
sweep, had bounced up, and rushed me just as I was finishing with his buddy
- I didn't have enough time for anything but a roundhouse kick to the
stomach, followed by an elbow to his short ribs when he folded. I heard one
of them crack, and he stayed down that time. Start to finish, the whole
thing didn't take but about 15 seconds.
A couple minutes later, we all heard the sirens as a couple police cars
showed up; a few moments later, Jan came around the side of the house,
leading the cops. My youth not having been all that angelic, I was careful
to stand there with my hands in plain sight, not moving. The girls seemed to
be in shock, as was Jan when she saw the 3 Meatheads laying on the ground.
One of the cops came over to me, and asked me what had happened; I carefully
explained what had gone on since my arrival in the back yard, through the
time they arrived. The cop kind of gave me the fisheye, and asked me to
stand next to the house while he and his partner talked to the girls.
Several minutes later, the second cop came over, and told me that the girls
had verified my story, and that I could relax - I wasn't in any trouble. His
partner had gotten on the radio, and it wasn't long before there was an
ambulance parked out front, too. The medics loaded Phil onto a stretcher,
and got the other two mobile enough to ride with him as they took the whole
crew to the hospital. There was a little more paperwork with the cops, but
it didn't take long for them to lose interest. From what I could tell, they
figured the kids got what they deserved, and were just as happy that the
situation was as straightforward as it was: less paperwork for them.
As they were leaving, the first cop came over to me, and asked, "Why did you
break the kids leg?"
"He pissed me off. I didn't want him getting up again."
"And the other two?"
"They got in the way."
He laughed, and followed his buddy back to their squad cars. He must have
told his buddy what I'd said, because I heard them both laughing, briefly.
When they were gone, I went over to Susan, and gently asked her if she was
okay. To my surprise, she launched herself into my arms, and started crying
and blubbering. Nothing more for me to do but stand there and hold her,
caressing her hair and making reassuring noises until she got it out of her
system. While I was doing that, I could see some of the other girls looking
at me like I was Batman and Superman and the Incredible Hulk, all rolled
into one. It was embarrassing.
After several minutes, Susan had finally calmed down enough that she was
able to talk. She softly pushed herself out of my arms - I was holding her
just enough so she'd know someone was there - and looked up at me.
"Dan?"
"Yes, Susan?"
"Thank you. I was scared of him when we broke up, and I was afraid that he
was going to do something stupid like this. But it's been long enough that I
thought he'd gotten over it. I really didn't want any trouble, or for anyone
to get hurt, and I'm sorry, and...." With that, she was back in my arms,
crying again.
I stroked her back a bit, and told her "Susan, there's nothing for YOU to be
sorry about. YOU have acted like a decent human being, and I cannot imagine
you ever being any kind of trouble for anyone. Phil, there, is the one that
should be apologizing, and I expect that he *is* sorry, or will be before
long." - she laughed a bit into my chest - "And there's nothing to thank me
for. Taking dipshits like that off the streets is a public duty." She
laughed again, and just stood there for a bit, letting me hold her. That
seemed to be the cue for the rest of them to start crying, and bunch up
around me and Susan, hugging us.
About the time the humidity in my shirt hit 100%, they seemed to get over
it, and we pretty much broke up by mutual accord, heading into the house.
With the happy spirit gone, the girls seemed to lose interest in things, and
collected their stuff, calling for their parents to pick them up.
I was in the den, listening to some music, as they started leaving. Much to
my surprise, all of them stopped in to thank me, and Susan even dared give
me a kiss on the cheek and a hug before heading out the door.
When the last one was gone, Jan came into the den, and sat on the fireplace
hearth looking at me. I ignored it for as long as I could, but finally had
to turn to her, and raise an eyebrow in question.
"I didn't know you knew that stuff.", she said.
"Didn't seem important, until today."
"Yeah, but why haven't you ever said anything about it?"
"Like I said, it didn't seem important. If it had come up earlier, I'd have
said or done something earlier, when it was needed."
She gave me the Goober look.
"Look, Jan, the way I figure it, the folks that yap about how they studied
this and that are just making so much noise - they're talkers, trying to
bullshit people into not bothering them. The ones that really have enough of
an idea of what they're doing don't NEED to talk - they can DO if they have
to. It's kind of like Kelly: she doesn't tell everyone she's smart, she just
IS, when it matters. Like last night, I deliberately threw in that business
about judging the nighties and not the girls in them to see if I could
squash the program; I really didn't think any of you would figure a way out
of it that I couldn't argue against. But Kelly really threw me - she not
only found a solution, but a *damn good* solution. I really was serious when
I told her that I'd have a job for her when she's old enough. I don't want
somebody with those kinds of smarts working for my competition!", I laughed.
Jan answered me by saying "Yeah, I figured you were, and I told her that.
She didn't want to believe me. But she might take you up on it, anyway."
"Good. I'll look forward to it."
"But that still doesn't do anything about what happened."
"But it's already happened, and been taken care of. Phil and his two dipshit
buddies are gone, and won't be around to bother anyone for a while. And if
they *do* start to get feisty again, then we can call the cops on them as
soon as they show up, because THEY have shown that they're trouble."
"But what if they try to start something at school?"
"I kinda suspect that will solve itself: do you really think that NOT ONE of
those eight girls is going to keep quiet about how an old fart like me
dropped Phil and his pals? You think Phil will start anything serious with
THAT hanging over him? I don't."
"No, he won't do anything that way, but he might try something sneaky, like
having someone else do it for him, like one of his other friends."
"I'll bet that when word gets out, he won't HAVE that many 'friends' - who
wants to be buddies with a loser like him? As for trying something sneaky,
you and the others can put the word out that I've given you my _personal_
protection, and that if anything happens, I'm going to be VERY upset -
particularly with Phil and company. I can promise you, if a durned *meteor*
falls out of the sky lands within 20 miles of you, Phil is going to be one
unhappy camper - along with his merry band of morons."
About that time, the phone rang, and Jan went to answer it. She talked with
the caller for a little bit, and then brought me the cordless phone, telling
me "It's Susan's parents. They saw she was upset, and finally got the story
from her. They want to talk to you."
Crud.
When I answered, I found out that it was Susan's dad on the line. He asked
me what had happened, and I gave him the condensed version. He wasn't
satisfied with that, and kept asking me to go back over it in more detail
until I finally told him the whole thing, start to end, with full detail. He
thanked me, and said that he appreciated my attempt to downplay the
incident. I tried my best humble-and-modest routine on him, but he wasn't
going for it. He thanked me again, and said that if I had any trouble with
anyone about it, I should call him, and he'd deal with it. I asked how he'd
do that, and he admitted that he was a criminal lawyer in town. I thanked
him, and said that I didn't think there would be anything of consequence. He
repeated the offer, thanked me again for my efforts, and that ended the
call.
Jan had been sitting next to me, with her ear close enough to the phone to
be able to hear both sides of the conversation. When I shut off the phone,
she was staring at me.
"What?" I asked.
"Do you know that Susan's dad is one of the most expensive lawyers in town?
And that he doesn't do *any* legal stuff for *anybody* for free?"
"Nope. Didn't know, doesn't much matter."
"What do you mean?"
"If I'm right, I won't be needing his help, though it's nice to know it's
there if I'm wrong. Either way, there isn't much *I* can do about it, so
there's no sense worrying about what might or might not happen."
"OH! You are SO exasperating, sometimes!"
I grinned, and said "Yeah. Ain't it great?" - and got her laughing.
The rest of the weekend went by just fine, though Jan did make sure that I
got better - and longer - than usual peeks at her at different times. When
Paul got back, he asked if everything went okay, and I just told him that
some boy had wanted to take one of the girls that didn't want to go, but had
finally left after we called the cops. Paul looked worried at that, but Jan
took her cue from me, and downplayed it, explaining - in loose terms - the
Phil/Susan situation.
---------- ---------- ---------- ----------
A couple of days later, I stopped by to talk to Paul, and Jan ambushed me in
the living room before I got to him.
"You'll never guess!"
"Okay, I give up."
"What?"
"Whatever it was you were talking about. You said I'd never guess, so I gave
up."
She gave me a dirty look, the told me "At school Monday, they announced that
Phil was being bounced off the wrestling team, because of how he acted here
Saturday. Then, Tuesday, we all found out that when you broke his leg, it
was bad enough that he isn't going to be able to wrestle for at LEAST a
couple of years, if ever. I mean, they kicked him off the team BEFORE they
found out he couldn't wrestle! And you're right - nobody wants anything to
do with the people that usually hung out with him, you know, his little gang
or club or whatever. Phil's still in the hospital, but the other two were
back in school Monday afternoon. Every time one of them saw one of us,
they'd walk in another direction! And Tuesday morning, Father Thomas
suspended them for a week."
"That's good news. Now the only worry is whether one of the parents decides
to get feisty."
She frowned at that, but let me continue, "I think if they're going to try
anything, it will happen by the end of the week. After that, they'll just
look like idiots if they say something."
That brightened her up a bit, so when Paul called out my name, I was able to
leave her in good conscience.
When he saw me, Paul jumped right out with "So, what *really* happened
Saturday?"
"Like I said, some kid wanted to take one of the girls without her
permission. He left without her after we called the cops."
"But you kind of left out some of the detail - like that there were TWO cop
cars. AND an ambulance."
"Okay, so he wasn't happy about leaving. I encouraged him a little."
"Encouraged him how?"
"Uh, do you *really* want to know?"
"Yes, dammit! It happened on my property, remember? What happens if the
little bastards parents sue, or something?"
"I don't think they're going to do that - he was drunk or stoned at the
time."
"Yeah, fine, but what did you DO to him that required an ambulance?"
"I kinda broke his leg. Well, his knee."
"Oh, jeezus. And what about the other two that got hauled off?"
"Um, one sorta got a rib broken, and the other just had the wind knocked out
of him."
"*Sorta* got a rib broken. Christ on a crutch, I'm gonna lose everything."
"I don't think so, Paul."
"Why not, oh great one?"
"Well, it turns out that Susan's dad is some lawyer, and when he found out
what happened and called Saturday, he offered to take care of any legal
problems that might come up. Seemed right happy I was there."
"Uh, huh. Told you over the phone he was a lawyer, and promised you legal
defense. Yeah, and I'm the tooth fairy."
"Better get your tights out, there, bubba. I got a letter from him today,
thanking me again, and repeating the offer of legal representation." That
threw him for a minute.
"WHO is he again?"
I admitted that I didn't know the last name, so he got it from Jan, who
discretely hung around to see what was going on. When he found out Susan's
last name, he seemed to relax quite a bit, saying, "Yeah, I've heard of him.
One tough son of a bitch, but honest and fair to a fault. If he said it,
he'll do it. Okay, so maybe I'm not going to lose my ass on this. But
dammit, you still should have said something!"
"What for? It was over, what was done was done, and there wasn't a damn
thing you could have done anyway. Why bother you with it unless and until
there was something that really needed your attention?"
"Asshole. Think you're pretty smart, huh?"
"Well, yeah, mostly. You usually do, too, if I recall correctly."
That got him laughing a bit, and he said, "Yeah, dammit, you are, and I do."
"How did you find out, anyway?"
"Mrs. Johnson next door saw me outside, and came over to talk about it."
"Ah. You got it from the neighborhood gossip - the same lady you call a
'nosy old biddy that nobody should listen to' every time you mention her
name. Nice consistency, there, shipdit."
That got him laughing even more, and he told me "Yeah, yeah, yeah. Do as I
say, not as I do. Okay, fine, you're forgiven. But you're still an asshole."
"Hmmmph. Been called worse, by a nicer class of people, so I guess I can
live with it."
"At least I know the answer to one thing, now."
"What's that?"
"I've always kinda wondered what you would do if someone ever tried hurt one
of the kids somehow."
"Well, now I guess you know the answer."
"That I do. If you do that for one of Jan's friends, I pity the poor fucker
that tries something with one of mine while YOU'RE around. Cops'll probably
have to take him to the station in a sponge."
"Nah. They'll still be able to use a Baggie. A small one."
When he looked at me again, I could see that he wasn't mad, any more - in
fact, I saw gratefulness and a confidence that I had never seen before. He
said, "C'mon, asshole, I'll buy you a beer."
"Sold!" - and with that, we headed to the kitchen.
As it turned out, I was wrong about one thing. Even though Phil's parents
never uttered a peep, his buddies' parents got their stupid asses worked up,
and started making noises about suing anybody and everybody - the following
Monday. Susan's dad heard about it without me even calling him, and made it
known that HE would be representing anyone these folks sued, along with
pointing out the rather spotty character and history of the two. After that,
nothing more was said - or needed to be.
When he got out of the hospital, Phil found himself in a treatment center,
and when he cleared that hurdle, was enrolled in a completely different
school, far away from Jan and her friends. The other two got back into
school, but found themselves under close supervision for a long, *long*
time.
The only bad thing to come out of it was some reporter decided the story
needed to be told, and I wound up with my face plastered on TV one night,
and in the paper the next day. It was weeks before people I didn't know quit
congratulating me, and thanking me.
---------- ---------- ---------- ----------
As Spring continued, Paul didn't have to go out on as many trips, but the
ones he went on lasted a bit longer. Sometimes, they even clashed with
holidays, as happened in the case of Memorial Day.
Jan had gotten permission from Paul to have Kelly over for the entire
weekend, subject to her good behavior and my approval, which I readily
granted. Kelly's parents had initially questioned it, but Jan and Kelly had
gotten them to call me, and after I talked with them, they agreed, as well.
Kelly told me later that what finally convinced them was the realization
that she was as safe - if not safer - with me around than anywhere else,
after they'd been reminded of the Phil situation.
Paul had left Friday morning for his trip; Kelly was going to come home with
Jan and the boys, and stay until Monday morning at the latest. That meant
that I had a normal workday, at least until it was time to pick everyone up
from school.
Being a Catholic school, there were the obligatory uniforms - Leo and John
in dark pants and white shirts, the girls in plaid skirts and white blouses.
We got everyone got loaded into my Volvo; Leo and John didn't hesitate about
heading for the back seat. Jan and Kelly paused for a bit, talking, before
Jan got in the back to sit between Leo and John (apparently to stave off a
complaint about one of them not getting a window), which left Kelly to sit
in front with me. I was mildly surprised, but didn't think anything of it -
until we got on the road, and I noticed Kelly kept looking at me, only to
avert her eyes when I looked at HER. Then, while checking the rearview
mirror, I noticed that Jan was watching both of us. Alarm bells started
going off in my head, but for the life of me, I couldn't figure out what was
going on. So, I just went to a higher mental DefCon, and acted like I didn't
notice anything happening.
It was only about 4:00 PM when we got back to Paul's place, and they all
headed to the appropriate bedroom to change clothes. Surprisingly, the girls
came out first, and joined me in the den, where I was seated on the couch,
watching late afternoon TV. They parked themselves on the fireplace hearth,
and were whispering back and forth when the boys came roaring in to see if
it was okay for them to go to the park and kick a soccer ball around. I
okayed it, and they were off.
With them gone, Jan felt it was okay to bring up whatever it was that had
been on her mind. Kelly was alternating between studying me, and her knees.
"Uncle Dan?"
"Yes, Jan?"
"I've got a favor to ask."
Danger! Danger! I instantly went to DefCon-1, and asked, "What's that?"
"Um, you know how you, uh, helped me, you know, that first time?"
Was that a General Quarters alarm I was hearing?
"Ye-e-e-e-e-s."
"Well, I was, uh, hoping that you could, um, you know, help Kelly, too."
Nope, That wasn't a GQ alarm, that was the sound of multiple nuclear
detonations. I might as well put my head between my knees now, so I can kiss
my ass goodbye.
Jan could see that I really couldn't think of anything to say, so continued
with "I know that I wasn't supposed to tell anyone, and all that, but Kelly"
- who was now openly staring at me with obvious fear of rejection in her
face - "is kind of having the same problem I was. Before I ever told her
anything, I made her promise not to tell anyone about it, EVER. I told you
before that she's been my best friend since we were like, five years old,
and I *know* that I can trust her - _the same way I trust you_." - that last
part definitely got my attention - I knew that Jan was trying to tell me
that I could trust Kelly as much as I trusted her.
"Jan - and Kelly - you know that you're asking a lot from me." - Kelly's
face fell; I could see in her eyes that she thought I was rejecting her -
"NOT that Kelly isn't pretty - Kelly, I promise, you're definitely pretty! -
but because of all the trouble that might happen. And I don't want you to
think that I think I'm irresistible or anything, Jan, but what happens if
Kelly decides she likes me as much as you do?"
"It's okay, Uncle Dan. I've told her how I feel about you, so you can say it
- I love you."
"Fine, Trouble, we don't have to be 'careful' then? " I asked. She shook her
head, and I continued "For *anybody*, the first person they're, uh, intimate
with is always special. How are you going to feel if Kelly feels that way
about me too, and wants to be with me more than just the one time?"
"I think it'll be okay. You've taught me that love is something that a
person always has plenty of."
Why the hell did she have to learn *that* from me so damn fast?
"Fine, you *THINK* it will be okay - which tells me that you really haven't
given it enough thought; otherwise, you would KNOW whether it would or not,
and say so. No, don't bother trying to change it now, it's too late." I
said, as she started to speak.
I continued "Have you two given any thought about just exactly HOW this is
supposed to happen?" - looks of bafflement from both of them gave me the
answer - "No? Then what am I supposed to do, and what am I supposed to
think? Jan, you're the one talking, and I haven't heard a word from Kelly.
How does *Kelly* want it to happen; I mean, does she want her and I to be
alone? If so, why are you here, Jan? If she doesn't want to be alone, then
that means that she and I will have an 'audience', even if it is her best
friend. Should we all be naked, or would she be happier with you clothed?
What does she want to happen? How much of what you and I have done does she
want to learn about - does she want to learn more? Less? Some things, but
not others? "
That gave them considerable pause. I went on, speaking to Kelly "Kelly, I
think you're a very pretty young lady. But you haven't said a thing to me
during all of this. I don't know if you have the courage - and more
importantly, honesty - to _tell_ me what it is you want from me, and what
you want me to do. I can't help you with any problems if you can't tell me
what they are; just like I can't help you feel 'better' if you can't tell me
what feels _good_, and what doesn't. That means you'll have to be able to
use words that you probably haven't said to guys before, if you've said them
much at all. Once you've started down this road, there's really no turning
back - once something is done, it's DONE, and there's no changing it. No
matter how much or how little happens, it will change you - forever - if
only a little bit. You'll never be the same again, either psychologically or
emotionally. Have you really thought about that?"
They were both sitting there, stunned, even though I hadn't raised my voice
or used any but the calmest voice I had - no anger, no passion, nothing
other than to emphasize some words.
Continuing, I said to both of them "I'm not angry or upset that you're
asking me this. What I AM is disappointed that you didn't give it as much
thought and consideration as you should have. Now, if and when you really
*think* about what I just said, and have the answers to the questions I just
asked, I'll be able to at least _think_ about it, and have a reasonable
basis to make a decision on."
Jan was leaking a little around the eyes - but as hard as it was, I had to
ignore it.
Kelly, on the other hand, wasn't - and was finally ready to speak her mind.
"Dan, I know that I'm asking a lot of you; and if you're going to tell me
'no', then I'm at least glad to know that it's not because of my looks."
"Like I said, it definitely isn't that."
She continued, "Dan, my dad is some kind of stock market trader, and my mom
is into real estate. Neither one spends much time at home, I don't have any
brothers or sisters, and my folks haven't really paid much attention to me
since I had my first period."
"Sounds to me like another reason for me to refuse, then - for all I know,
you're just lonely, and looking for someone to pay attention to you.", I
said, deliberately prodding her to see what her reaction would be.
To my surprise, she didn't take the bait, saying, "I suppose that's one way
to look at it - except that there are a couple of things that you don't
know. First, I still have lots of friends - none as good as Jan, but still
friends, and I got used to my folks being gone most of the time a long time
ago. Second, you don't know what kinds of things I do, or what kind of
person I am. I mean, you don't know that I get all 'A's in school, except
for those stupid classes like literature, where there aren't any real
answers. Third, you don't know that if I had anyone else I could trust as
much as Jan trusts you, I'd go to them - but I don't, and as much as Jan
trusts you, I think I can trust you, too - for the kinds of self-respect
reasons you talked about that night we had the sleep-over."
Shit. My own words have come back to bite me on the ass. Traitorous
bastards.
She went on, saying, "Even if my folks ever did find out about it -- and I
can promise, it wouldn't be from me! - I really don't think it would matter
to them. The reason I say that is because one of the few times my mom and I
were able to talk about this kind of stuff, she *told* me that as long as I
didn't get pregnant or catch some disease, she wasn't going to ask me about
any of it, so she could 'respect my privacy'. I think what she meant was so
she didn't have to bother with me, but I could be wrong. I don't have
answers to the questions about me, because I really didn't think there was
any chance that you might actually consider it. I was wrong, and I *AM*
going to finish thinking it through. And when I'm ready, *I* will be the one
to ask you, not Jan - you're right about that, and I should have been the
one to do the talking, even if Jan were with me." She turned and looked at
Jan, and said, "Jan, you probably want to talk to him, too, so I'll go back
to your room, and we can talk when you're done."
Giving me a look that told me she'd just learned something about herself,
she stood, and headed toward Jan's room.
Jan was still crying a bit, and said "Uncle Dan, I'm sorry."
"What for?"
"For dumping this on you like I did. I wanted Kelly to feel as good as I do
when I'm with you, and I was using my heart instead of my brain, like you've
tried to teach me."
"Jan, I hope that I've never given you the idea that your brain is more
important than your heart; without the love and compassion and all that
comes from the heart, we're not much better than machines. What I'd hoped
was that you would have learned to use your heart AND your mind, TOGETHER.
Wanting to help Kelly came from your heart, and I'm never going to be upset
with you for having a soul. Like I said, I'm just disappointed that you
didn't get past the 'what' in your heart, and use your brain to solve the
'how'."
"Well, I'm sorry that I disappointed you, then."
"There's no reason for you to be sorry about that, either. This situation is
something pretty unique, and I don't see how you could possibly expect to
find solutions when you didn't even know the _full_ extent of the problem."
"Then why are you disappointed?"
"Because if you _had_ started thinking it through, I expect that you would
have run into the questions I asked, and realized that you didn't have
enough information. At _that_ point, you would either give up - which I
doubt you would - or realize that you needed to talk to someone about it.
And considering the topic, I expect that I would have been that person, and
could have helped you."
"Okay, I understand now. I'm just sorry that I messed it all up, though."
"You obviously weren't paying attention to what was said, then."
"What do you mean?"
"If you had been, you would have heard me say that *when* you two were able
to answer my questions, *then* I would be able to give you an answer - which
means that I haven't decided yet, which means that I _haven't_said 'no'. And
you would have heard Kelly say that she was going to find the answers to HER
questions, AND come back to ask me again."
"Oh."
"Do you remember what Kelly just said to you?"
"Uh, yeah, that she knew I wanted to talk to you, and she was going to wait
in my room, and we'd talk then."
Tick.
Tick.
Tick.
The light goes one, and Jan says "Oh."
Then "OH!"
"Trouble, life doesn't have a rewind button. You've got to catch it the one
time it's played."
"Yeah, I guess so!" Then, a few moments later, "Uh, are we done?"
"I suppose so, since you're so eager to get back there with Kelly.", I
laughed.
She laughed, too, and took off.
They pretty much stayed in Jan's room for the rest of the evening, coming
out only for supper (pizza and sodas), during which time, Jan was watching
me a little, with love in her eyes. Kelly, on the other hand, was looking at
me in a very contemplative manner; I kind of felt like a bug under a
microscope, or something, but was careful not to take any notice of her,
other than to chat with her a little about school and such.
The boys and I retreated to the den after clearing the table, and had a
rousing game of Life that lasted past their bedtime. John and Leo battled it
out to the very end, with me far behind. Ultimately, John won, but just
barely, with Leo second, and my distant third. Playing a game of sorts, I'd
let the boys stay up past their bedtime, and let them slide on baths that
night, with the promise that they'd take showers the next morning. As far as
they knew, it was our secret that I was so lax. Paul knew, of course, but
pretended not to: he didn't mind, since I was careful to only do it on
weekends. Soon they were in bed, and not long after that, sound asleep. I'd
returned to the den, and was able to catch the start of the evening news.
About the time the sports came on, Jan came in and sat next to me on the
couch, snuggling into my side, pulled my arm around her, and held my hand in
her lap. I could tell she wanted to talk, so I turned the TV off (I don't
care much about sports, anyway, which she knew), and gave her a kiss on top
of the head to encourage her.
"Uncle Dan, I've been talking to Kelly, and thinking about what you said to
us earlier."
"And?"
"And I've decided that I really don't mind if Kelly wants to be with you
more than once."
"Is that so?"
"Yup. Talking to her tonight, I realized that she's already a little in love
with you, and that I didn't mind. When I started thinking about that, I knew
that if you, uh, helped her, she'd be even happier, and more in love with
you - but that it wouldn't change anything about the way that you love ME.
And I know that if you help her, you won't be able to help but love her,
too; I mean, that's just the kind of guy you are - you wouldn't do it just
to touch her or see her naked or anything like that, you'd do it because you
*cared* about her, and wanted her to be happy and make her feel good. Just
like I love you, I love her, too, in a different way, and want her to be
happy. If that means that she's with you more than once, then it's okay with
me, because I *do* love her - and you."
"What do you mean, she's already a little in love with me?"
"When you were talking to her, it wasn't like she was a kid or something;
you didn't worry about anything except being honest with her. Even when you
said that about her being lonely, and it hurt her, you didn't try to baby
her. Nobody's ever really been like that with her before; the ones that know
she's smart still treat her like she's stupid, if you know what I mean. So,
when you didn't worry about it, she understood it to mean that you actually
_respected_ her, and that whole thing you told us about respect kind of
kicked in. So, because you respect her, she loves you a little."
"Trouble, don't tell her this, but when I said that about her being lonely,
I did it the mean way, just to find out if she *was* going to be grown up or
not. If she'd started crying or acting up about it, I'd know that
_emotionally_ she wasn't ready; but because she responded with adult
emotions and thoughts, she proved to me that she's a young woman, not a
little girl."
She looked up at me for a moment, to say, "You're sneaky."
"Yeah. And your point is... what?" earning myself a giggle and hug from her.
She returned to snuggling against me, and asked, "So when she asks you
again, what are you going to tell her?"
"So, spying for her, are you?"
"No. Well, okay, a little. What are you going to say?"
"That depends. If she's really thought it through, and knows what she wants
and can tell me, then I'll probably say 'yes'" -a small gasp next to me -
"But she has to understand that no matter how much I like her, even love
her, I'm not going to do it unless and until she's able to convince me that
she's really ready; and I think - I hope! - you can vouch that that isn't
easy."
"Yeah, I can!"
"Good. Now you can go back and tell her that you were able to weasel the
answers out of me, without my even knowing you were doing it."
"Yeah, like she'd believe that." she answered, but got up anyway, and headed
off.
I turned the TV back on, and got it tuned to the channel that offered
"Politically Incorrect", a rather irreverent kind-of talk show that I
sometimes enjoyed. Usually, the guests were actors, authors, and other folks
that lived far enough from reality as to have no idea that clues even
_existed_, never mind having one. But, every so often, he'd get a group
together that actually had something interesting to say. Once set up, I
muted the TV, so I could get a little more out of the book I'd started.
I was mildly surprised, then, when about a half hour later, when the two of
them came walking into the den. Kelly, wearing her robe, sat down in one of
the chairs diagonally across from the couch, while Jan, in her nightie, sat
on the hearth. I noted the page I was on (never have needed to fold pages
(horror!), or use bookmarks), and put it down, waiting for one of them to
speak. Kelly cleared her throat, indicating that she wanted to speak first.
Interestingly, she looked nervous, but quite resolved about what she'd come
in there for.
After a couple of false starts, she was finally able to say, "Dan, I've
thought about what you said, and the questions you had. When I've, uh,
masturbated, I've had what I thought were orgasms; but nothing like what Jan
has told me she's experienced, so I don't think that's what they really
were. So what I want from you is for you to help me learn what kinds of
things will help me have stronger orgasms, and help me _start_ learning what
things I like and don't like about sex. I want you to teach me about what it
feels like when a man uses his mouth on me, and how I can do the same for
him. I want to learn touching, and kissing, and all of that. I want to learn
all of the things that you've shown Jan - she's told me what they are, all
of them. I want to know what a penis looks and feels like, when it's hard
and when it's not, what a man's testicles look like and feel like. I want to
see what a man looks like when he ejaculates, and even what his semen feels
and tastes like. I'm even willing to find out what *I* taste like, when I'm
as excited as Jan has told me she gets; I never seem to get wet enough to
really know. Honestly, I don't even really know what *I* look like, down
there, where my vagina and everything are."
She looked at me, hesitantly, and I nodded for her to continue.
"If you're as patient and gentle and everything as Jan has told me - and I
think maybe you are, now - then I might even want to go as far as, uh,
losing my virginity." At that, Jan's head snapped around to look at her,
eyes large as saucers. Clearly, that last hadn't been discussed between
them.
"Okay, Kelly, you've got my attention, and you've settled my mind about some
of the things that worried me. Do you understand that I wasn't trying to
embarrass you, or make you ashamed or anything like that?"
"Yes. I know - now - that you were just trying to make sure that I was
really serious, and that I understood what I was getting myself into. I
think that I can show you I'm serious, and that I'm not afraid of what I'm
asking you."
"How so?" I asked.
She answered by standing up, and dropping her robe, to stand naked in front
of me. That seemed to surprise Jan, as well.
I looked first at her face - she returned my look without flinching or
blushing. As she stood there, hands hanging at her sides, neither hiding nor
exposing anything in particular, I looked her over, slowly and carefully. On
her own, she turned slightly, so that I could see a bit more of the back of
her, for a couple of minutes before turning back to face me.
I looked her in the eye again, and still she didn't blush. I said, "Okay,
you've convinced me of that part, too. You can put your robe back on, now."
She started to reach for it, but changed her mind, and simply sat back down
on the chair - again, taking no special steps to show or hide anything.
"Well, you've convinced me. My opinion of you has improved greatly - not
because of how you look; nice as it is, there are millions of pretty girls
in the world - but because of your intelligence, character, and yes, even
soul. If you really want me to teach you, I will, as long as you understand
that you can cancel the whole thing at any time - and once you cancel it,
that will be the end of it - I won't ever bother you about it, and you won't
ask me to do it again. As for losing your virginity, that's up to you - if
you want to stop short of that, that's fine, I'll understand, and not bother
you about it, and if you want us to be together again without going any
farther, that's fine, too."
She looked me squarely in the eye, and said, "I understand, and agree
completely."
"Okay, with that settled, how does this happen?"
Here, Jan spoke up for the first time. "Well, John and Leo have a soccer
practice tomorrow afternoon. It's supposed to go from 1 to 3, and I thought
that I could go with them, take them for ice cream after it was over, then
to the video store to check out a movie or two. You know how they are, Uncle
Dan, and all that should keep us busy until 5:00, or a little later. If it
doesn't, for some reason, I've got a couple of other things I can use to
keep us all out of here until then. So you've got from whenever we leave
tomorrow until 5:00 at the earliest. They've been kind of bugging me to
spend some time with them, and this is a good chance - and reason! - to do
it."
I responded "Yeah, but the idea is to keep it relaxed and easy, and that
doesn't seem like much time if things go the way Kelly seems to want them
to. How about if I pay for a movie between the ice cream and video store?
That'll add another couple of hours, and keep any of us from feeling any
particular hurry by pushing the deadline back to say, 6:30?"
Jan agreed, and then Kelly took over, saying, "I have to admit that I'm
nervous about this, but I'm willing to do whatever you say." looking at me.
I told her "First thing for you to learn is that it's not a question of
doing what I say - it's doing what you're comfortable with, when you're
ready. You're obviously not ashamed for me to see you nude" - they both
smiled - "so how about if we start with an anatomy lesson" - here, Jan
giggled - "and we can just see where it goes from there?"
Kelly agreed, and that seemed to settle it. They got up, and Kelly picked up
her robe - and showing me how firm her breasts were when they didn't move
during the process - but not putting it on. As they started to leave, Kelly
paused a moment, then asked Jan "Uh, Jan? Is it okay if I come back there in
a few minutes, instead of now?"
Jan smiled at her, nodded, and left after giving me a wink.
Kelly came over to me, and asked, "Is it okay if I sit down?"
"Sure"
"Um, on your lap?"
"That's fine, too."
She did, with her legs to the side, and turned to look at my face, studying
it for a few moments. I put my arms around her, but loosely, so she'd know I
wasn't starting anything yet.
Then she looked me in the eyes, and said, "You know, you're pretty special."
"I try to be."
"I know, and I think that's what MAKES you special - you really do _try_,
because you CARE. You joke about yourself, and play dumb sometimes, but
that's only to help folks relax around you. I know you're not as dumb as you
pretend sometimes; in fact, you're kinda scary how smart you are. You've got
more love and compassion and SOUL in your little finger than anybody I know
has in their whole body. I love you, and you make me want to be like you."
Where the hell did all this come from?
"Well, in case you hadn't noticed, you aren't built right to be like me."
For the first time ever, I saw Kelly give someone the Goober look - but it
was me she was looking at.
"C'mon, you know better than that. One of the reasons I love you is because
you're smart like that; don't go blowing it by playing like both of us are
dumb."
What is this kid? A witch or something?
"Sorry. Sometimes, stuff like that just kinda slips out."
"I understand; I do stuff like that, too, so people don't get too shook up
around *me*. Just remember, I'm not those other ones - *I'm* not scared by
who you are. You can talk straight with me."
With that, I could see in her eyes that she really had fallen in love with
me; and I started to wonder if I hadn't fallen more than a little in love
with her. She leaned forward, and kissed me on the lips - and I kissed her
back. Things quickly heated up, and before long, she had her arms around me,
hugging me, and I was hugging her and caressing her back while our tongues
dueled in each other's mouths.
It was Kelly who broke the kiss, leaning back to look into my face with
smoky, lustful eyes. Tilting her head, she said, "I think maybe I got the
right teacher, here. But if I don't get back to Jan, she's probably going to
come looking for me, and I don't think I want an audience, just yet."
I could only respond by saying, "You might be right about Jan, but she might
just figure it out, and stay where she is, too. Probably better if we wait
until tomorrow, though, when there isn't any pressure or worry."
She nodded, and stood up before asking me "Uh, could you give me a hug
before I go? I mean, without your shirt? I want to feel your skin on mine
before I go to bed."
I readily agreed, and stood up. I had barely gotten my hands on the first
button when she said, "Here, let me. I want to learn how, and this seems
like a good place to start."
I laughed, and put my hands back down at my sides, leaving her free to take
care of my shirt herself. The first couple of buttons seemed to give her a
little trouble, but she quickly got the hang of it, and with a little help
from me, soon it on the floor.
Looking up into my eyes, she raised her arms to hug me, and I did the same.
She moved into my arms and started hugging me, pressing her breasts into my
chest while she held me tightly. I held her, as well, just as tightly, and
we stood there hugging each other for a couple minutes before she again
moved away from me. As she stepped back, I could see that her nipples where
erect, and looked forward to being able to give them the attention they
deserved.
Smiling at me, she said, "That's nice, but I really do have to go to bed."
I smiled back, and teased her with "Well, if that's the way you're going to
be, then fine. Just go off to bed; see if I care! Good night!"
She giggled, and as she turned to leave, I gave her a pat on the butt, and
lovingly told her "Sleep well, Kelly." She looked over her shoulder at me,
smiled, and quietly headed back to Jan's room, making sure I had a nice view
on the way.
I turned off the TV, kicked off my shoes, and lay down; but sleep didn't
come as soon as I'd have wanted.
...
The next morning, I was awakened by a pair of soft lips on mine, and a hand
on my chest.
When the lips left, and without opening my eyes, I said "If that's John or
Leo, we're going to have to have a *serious* talk!" - and heard Kelly's
giggle in return.
Opening my eyes and looking up, I could see that she'd worn her robe, but
hadn't bothered to fasten it, so that it hung open, showing me her breasts
and pubic area.
I raised my hand, palm up, and looked at her questioningly; she understood,
and nodded her permission for me to touch her.
She twitched a little when I finally touched her, but didn't flinch or make
any sound; I cupped her breast in my hand, and gently ran my thumb over the
nipple, causing her areola to pucker, and her nipple to harden. Not wanting
to play favorites, after a moment I moved my hand to the other breast,
repeating my actions, and getting the same results. When she started to pant
a little, I sat up; she moved closer, and I was able to use both hands.
After perhaps a minute or two, she leaned forward - I could see her eyes
getting smoky with arousal - and began kissing me. At first, she was nearly
as hesitant as she had been the night before, but quickly equaled the
previous nights gains.
When she moved to sit on my knees, I looked at the clock on the mantel, and
seeing that the boys wouldn't likely be awake for another hour or so, didn't
object when she spread her legs slightly so that she was facing me full on.
She leaned forward, putting her head on my shoulder, and began hugging me,
making it difficult to continue playing with her breasts. So I carefully
moved my hands to her back, stroking the length of it, from her shoulders to
her waist. When she started pressing her breasts into my chest, I took it as
a cue to expand my touch, and slowly started going farther and farther in my
explorations. After a few minutes, I was sliding my hands down her back to
her ass, which I would caress and squeeze gently, then over to her hips and
back up her sides, pausing to run my thumbs over the sides of her breasts,
then curling around to her shoulders and neck, before starting the cycle all
over again.
It didn't take long before she was panting, and starting to arch her back so
that her pelvis rubbed against my leg while she started kissing my neck and
shoulder.
Several minutes of that had my motor going pretty good, and it was all I
could do to stop my caresses and simply hold her when I said "Kelly?"
"Uhn?" she gasped.
"I think we'd better stop."
"W- Wuh- why?"
"Because everyone will be getting up in a little while, and you don't want
an audience, remember? As nice as this feels"
"Uh-HUH!"
"- I don't know if we would be able to stop before the boys saw us, and that
wouldn't be a good idea, would it?"
"Nuh- No."
"Believe me, Kelly, I don't really want to stop, either - but if we can quit
now, then we'll have the whole afternoon, okay?"
Reluctantly, she released her hold on me, and sat straight up again, with my
hands on her hips.
I could see in her eyes that it was something of a battle for her to get
control, and did my best to help by simply holding still and not doing
anything.
A couple of minutes later, she was in full control again, and looked in my
eyes to say "Damn! If you hadn't said something, I was ready to keep that up
forever. You've got me more hot and bothered than I've ever felt before!"
I laughed a bit, and said "I don't know about *that*, but I can tell you
were enjoying it", looking down at where she'd been rubbing herself against
me, and the small wet spot she'd left on my pants leg. When she saw it, she
got a surprised look on her face, and without hesitation, dipped a hand down
to her crotch, where she ran a finger between her vaginal lips. Bringing it
back up, we could both see that it was quite wet; we also detected an
ever-so-slight odor of sweet muskiness. Her eyes wide, she looked at me and
said "I've _never_ been that wet there before! What are you doing to me, and
how can you do that?"
I laughed again, and told her "*I'm* not the one doing it, silly, YOU are."
- which earned me a dirty look. I continued, "I think it's just a case of
having the right situation and person, is all. All I'm doing is giving you
the attention you deserve, and some encouragement."
"You're encouraging me, alright! I'm starting to understand what I've been
missing out on, and why Jan said you helped her so much! Is the whole
afternoon going to be as nice as this?"
"That depends, Kelly."
She frowned slightly, and asked, "Depends on what?"
"On whether or not you want it to. If you get scared or anything like that,
then, no, it won't. But if you're as open to new feelings and experiences
this afternoon as you were last night and just now, then yes, it will be as
nice - if not more."
She got a very thoughtful look on her face, followed a bit later by one of
eager anticipation.
Patting her hip, I said, "Now, I think it's time you let me get up, and you
went in there and got dressed, so we don't shock the boys too much!"
She laughed, and stood up; before *I* got up, though, I leaned forward, and
softly kissed her on the end of each breast, making her gasp, and her
nipples harden again. She looked at me, and said "If you keep that up, I'm
not going to make it to this afternoon!"
"Sure you will - because you have to."
"Yeah, I will - you rat!" With a smile on her face, she made a show of
closing and belting her robe. Stepping forward to give me a quick kiss on
the lips, she made her way back to Jan's room, and closed the door behind
her.
The morning passed entirely too slowly. They had all bunched up in the den
with me, watching cartoons on TV. Jan noticed the looks that Kelly kept
giving me, and just smiled at each of us whenever we looked at her. I
watched her closely, and never saw any sign of jealousy or envy or anything
but support and affection.
We all had a light lunch - the boys so they didn't feel bogged down for
soccer practice, Jan (I think) from nerves, and Kelly and I in anticipation
of _our_ 'practice'.
Jan even went so far as to suggest to the boys that they get an early start,
so they could warm up a little before the practice session. When she offered
to play with them, they readily agreed, and all of them were out of the
house by 12:30.
As we heard the door close, I looked at Kelly, and saw that she was having
an attack of nerves. I have to confess that I was too, a bit. When she
looked at me, I told her "Kelly, there's nothing to worry about, or be
afraid of. YOU are in charge, here - nothing is going to happen without YOUR
permission. If you tell me 'stop', then I'll stop - right then and right
there, without hesitation. If I start to do something you don't like or
don't want me to, just say so, and that will be the end of it. I'm not going
to be upset or angry with you if there's something you don't want to do -
I'm here to _help_ YOU. There's no hurry or rush; if we run out of time
today, then we can start again another time, if that's what you want. Since
Jan has talked to you about her and I, you know that she and I didn't do
everything the first time, either, and that I'm not going to rush you or
_knowingly_ do anything to make you uncomfortable or unhappy. If I *do*
happen to do anything like that, I will *stop*, immediately, when you tell
me. You told me that you love me; well, I love you too, and I don't want to
do ANYTHING to upset you in ANY way. Okay?"
That seemed to calm her considerably, and she said "Thank you. I'm nervous
because I've never done anything like this before, and I don't know what -
if anything - I'll like or dislike, and I don't want to disappoint you."
Surprised, I answered, "There's nothing you could possibly do or say that
would disappoint me. If you want to tell me right now that you've changed
your mind, and don't want anything to happen, then I'll accept that, and we
can go watch the boys. I won't be upset or angry or any of that kind of
nonsense - like I said, I'm here to try and make YOU happy, and if that's
what would make you happy, then that's what we'll do. As I've told Jan,
there are some things about sex that some people like, while others DON'T
like them, and others simply don't care. That's why we're here - to find out
what YOU like, and don't like; what *I* think about any of it is irrelevant
to what YOU think about it."
That seemed to put her at ease, and a bit later, she said, "Uh, how do we,
um, get started?"
"How do you want it to? Last night, I suggested an anatomy lesson, if you
like, so that we can kind of ease into the rest of it. Jan's told me that
there isn't much to the sex education you all have at school, so that seems
like a good place to start; but if you already know what's what, then we can
still start that way, and just not take as long with it."
She blushed a bit, and said "Um, I've learned a little bit about it from
Jan, but I don't think I really *know* anything, so that's probably a good
idea."
"Okay, that's where we start, then. Have you ever seen any kind of pictures
or diagrams or anything describing things?"
"No, not really." she answered, a little unsure, looking down.
"That's fine; I'm asking so I know how and where to start, okay? It's not a
test, and there aren't any right or wrong answers; just reality, okay? I can
find a couple drawings that we can use for reference, and we can get
started."
That cheered her up, and she looked at me again when she said, "Okay. Um,
what can I do?"
"Well, I think we'll want some room, so that pretty much excludes the
bedrooms. How about a couple blankets on the floor in the den, and maybe a
couple pillows or cushions? If you want to get that part ready, I'll get the
diagrams, and we can go from there."
She nodded her agreement, and as I headed for the computer in the den, she
made for the linen closet.
A few minutes later, when I'd printed the diagrams I'd found on the net, I
turned around to see that she'd laid the blankets out, and had a couple of
pillows handy. Sitting on the couch, she looked a bit nervous, but eager, as
well.
She watched me carefully as I told her "Kelly, I think it's pretty obvious
that as this goes along, we're going to wind up naked with each other. How
that happens is up to you."
She blinked a bit, and said, "How is that?"
"Well, we can start with all our clothes on, and just take off whatever is
necessary when we need to, or we can both get completely naked right off. If
we both get naked right off, we can do it separately, or together, privately
or with each other. Or, if you want, one of us can be naked, and the other
one keep their clothes on until YOU decide they need to come off."
Finally realizing that she really was in control, she calmed down again, and
with an impish smile, said "Uh, I think I'd like us to be naked from the
start."
"That's fine. How do you want us to do that?"
"I think I want to take your clothes off, and then have you take mine. Is
that okay?" she asked, mischievously.
"It is if that's what you want."
With that, I calmly walked over to the edge of the blankets she'd spread,
put the diagrams face down on the floor, and simply stood there, looking at
her.
After a moment, she stood up, and moved over in front of me, facing me. She
hesitantly reached up for my shirt buttons, and when I didn't say anything,
began unfastening them. When they were all undone, she pulled my shirt open,
and looked into my face, as though asking permission. I nodded, and she
leaned forward slightly, to first kiss my chest, and then start caressing
it. After perhaps a minute or two, she stopped, and looking up into my face
again, started pulling my shirt off. I helped as needed, and shortly, it was
on the couch.
Taking a deep breath, her hand was trembling as she started to reach for my
belt buckle. Without touching her, I said "You might find it easier later if
my shoes come off, next, instead."
Blushing furiously, she looked up into my face before squatting down to undo
my shoelaces, and as I raised each foot in turn, my shoes, which she set at
the end of the couch.
Standing again, she was much calmer as she reached for my belt, and after a
little fumbling, got it undone. Hesitantly, she reached for the snap of my
jeans; I pulled my stomach in a bit to help her, but otherwise didn't say or
do anything. Once the snap was open, her hands were visibly trembling as she
reached for the zipper, and pulled it down. Once that hurdle was out of the
way, it didn't take her long to kneel down, and get my jeans down around my
ankles; and after I'd raised each foot, on the couch with my shirt. Staying
on her knees, she tentatively reached for my jockey shorts several times
before finally laying her hand on my semi-erect penis that was gently
tenting the front of them. When she looked up at me again, I nodded, and she
gently began squeezing it. After a few moments, though, her curiosity got
the better of her, and she grasped the waistband of my shorts, and pulled
them down to about mid-thigh. As my genitals popped free, she exclaimed
"Oh!" and paused to examine them for a bit. Finally, though, she finished
pulling my shorts down, and when I raised each foot, removed my socks, as
well. The whole lot were soon on the couch, too.
Now that I was naked before her, she was free to do as she wished; it didn't
take her long to muster the courage to use a couple of fingers to grasp my
penis, and move it around so that she could look at it from different
angles; and move it out of the way so she could look over my testicles.
Finally releasing it, she put her hands on my thighs, and felt the muscles
of my legs, and then around to my butt. Apparently satisfied that I was
really there, and really naked, she stood and again kissed me on the chest
before stepping back to face me.
To my raised eyebrow, she nodded her readiness, and I stepped forward to
begin undressing her. Starting with her blouse, I slowly unbuttoned it,
kissing each newly exposed bit of flesh, from just below her throat, to just
above her navel; and as I removed it, I kissed her collarbones, and then
shoulders. Her blouse easily found a home at the opposite end of the couch
from my clothes. Her bra fastened in the front, and I carefully unhooked it,
and gently pulled the cups away from her breasts, pausing to kiss her dark
brown nipples as they came into view, causing a catch in her breath both
times.
Kneeling, I gently slid my hands down her sides, then her thighs, on my way
to removing her shoes; she hadn't bothered with socks. I looked up at her as
I reached for the waistband of her pants, pausing just before touching her,
giving her the chance to change her mind. She nodded to me, and I carefully
unfastened the waist, and then the other buttons that made up the fly on
them. I reached back to hold and caress her buttocks briefly before taking
the waistband and gently pulling it down, sliding her slacks to her ankles,
and then off of her. Before me, I saw the pale nylon of her bikini briefs,
along with a hint of wetness at the juncture of her legs. Leaning forward, I
kissed her bellybutton as I slid my fingers under the waistband of her
panties; grasping them, they too slid down her hips, allowing me to plant
soft kisses on her hips and belly and just above her pubic hair. Sliding
them the rest of the way down, they joined the rest of her clothing on the
couch. Before standing again, I leaned forward once more, to place a kiss
first on her soft, black, straight pubic hair - where I was greeted by the
gentle scent of her womanhood - then on the inside front of each of her
thighs, where they met her pelvis.
Standing again, I took a step away from her, and could see that she was
already developing an aroused flush, her shoulders and upper chest
noticeably darker from the blood.
We stood there, looking at each other, for a couple of minutes before I
offered her my hand, and said, "Shall we begin, then?"
That broke her gaze at my body, and she took my hand as we moved to sit next
to each other on the blanket.
Once seated and comfortable, I picked up the drawings, and explained to her
that they were 'generic' diagrams of the genitals of each sex, and that we
were going to compare them to the real thing. From there, things went much
as they had when I'd done this with Jan - except more quickly, since Kelly
was much more sure about what she wanted. Her clitoris amazed me - though
barely visible most of the time, when erect, it protruded quite clearly
under it's hood; and judging by the way she reacted when I touched it at one
point, quite sensitive. I was quite pleased by the size and shape of her
labia, too, when we got to them: thin, they were barely darker than her
skin, and even when fully extended, were barely visible in her cleft. When
we got to the part about looking at her labia, I had to find a mirror; I'd
completely forgotten about it, and didn't have one handy. Kelly, too, was
interested in seeing what her hymen looked like, and it was with much less
hesitation and discussion that we got her the view she was after, with my
help - though she did express surprise and amazement on how wet she'd gotten
inside. Though not as 'fluid' as Jan, she was still quite wet; more than
ample for what was yet to come (apologies for the pun).
Then, of course, it was her turn, and I laid back as I'd done before, with
similar warnings about sensitive spots. Kelly, too, asked about the
difference between my circumcised penis, and the uncut one of the diagram;
and was more accepting of the explanation. Here, too, Kelly was much more
direct and inquisitive than Jan had been; and I answered all of her
questions just as directly.
Once assured that she was reasonably normal in her particulars, and
satisfied that she understood the function and workings of the male anatomy,
she laid back and got thoughtful for a bit. Content to let her move at her
own pace, I waited patiently until she came back to our time zone.
Looking at me, she said, "I can stop now, can't I?"
"Yup."
"And you really wouldn't be mad or upset or anything, either, would you?"
"Nope."
She looked into my eyes for a while, and saw that I was telling her the
pure, unadulterated truth.
She finally spoke again: "You know, you really are kinda scary."
"How's that?"
"Because you're not trying to bullshit me."
Surprised, as much at the language as the statement, I asked, "Why would I
want to do that?"
"Cause I'm laying here, naked, and you've seen everything there is about me,
and you're still willing to stop if I want; and even more, I really do
believe that you wouldn't be mad or anything."
"Yeah, and?"
"And I don't think there are many people in the world that would do that.
You really are putting what I want and what I need ahead of anything else,
right now. And that's what's so scary - I don't know *anybody* that has ever
been that honest with me, or that caring *about* me."
"I'm sorry to hear that."
"See? That's what I mean - you really *are* sorry. Not because you're
supposed to be, or anything like that, but because you really do *care*."
"Isn't that the way people are supposed to be?"
"Yeah, but it never happens that way. Mostly, they're just trying to find a
way to use each other - for their jobs, for sex, for money, or whatever else
they're after. Why aren't *you* like that?"
"Damned if I know. About the only thing I can figure is that I'm just not
willing to settle for anything less. I can't change the world, at least not
all at once, but I can try to change ME, and maybe even some of the people
that I come into contact with. Maybe not a lot, but a little; and with a
little luck and enough time, maybe it will be enough to make a bigger
change."
"What are you, some kind of saint, or something?"
"Not likely. When I was your age, I got into enough trouble for any 3
people. Then I went into the Navy to get away from home, and they helped me
start getting my head on straight. Nothing like working on airplanes, where
people's lives are literally in your hands to give you a sense of
perspective - and doing it RIGHT to give you confidence and self-respect.
Traveling around in Asia, I got the chance to see what other countries and
people and cultures are like, and that got me interested in the how and why
of it - and that got me interested in learning what I could about, of all
things, philosophy."
"I thought philosophy was just people talking about stuff that didn't matter
to anybody."
"Sadly, that's true in a lot of cases. But if you take the time to learn
_philosophy_, and not just the junk most philosophers try to teach, then it
DOES make a difference. You start learning about ethics and morals and all
kinds of things, and you learn how to use philosophy in real life, to solve
problems and find answers."
"You mean like religion?"
"No, religion is a special case. Religion is kind of like fill-in-the-blanks
philosophy: rather than helping you find answers for yourself, religion
offers you an answer - whether it's really right, or not."
"How do you mean?"
"Well, you know about the Ten Commandments, right? Well, they are a specific
religious application of the philosophic fields of ethics and morals. Except
that the religious versions are usually geared toward keeping some kind of
control over people - usually by the religious leaders - than finding ways
for people to solve THEIR problems."
"For instance?"
"For instance, whichever commandment it is that says to honor thy father and
thy mother. They tell you to do it, but without saying WHY; and if you don't
do it, they try to make you feel guilty about something, and control you
through your guilt - whether or not that guilt is actually deserved."
"Like how?"
"Well, take you, for example. From what you've told me, your parents don't
pay much attention to you, and don't much seem to care what happens to you.
So exactly *why* should you honor them? Respect them, sure, but HONOR them?
For what? Why should you honor somebody that doesn't appear to give a happy
damn what happens to you, good or bad? Why should you be punished or feel
guilty about not honoring someone like that?"
"It sounds like you're saying that they have to earn my honor, somehow."
"Don't they? Would you give your money to anybody on the street that walked
up and asked you for it? No? Then why should you give something far more
personal and intimate to the emotional equivalent of a stranger, even if
they are related to you?"
"What about love?"
"What about it?"
"You say that you love me. Why?"
"Simple. Because you have _value_ to me."
"What, I'm something you can buy or sell?"
"No, I didn't say that. I said that you have value to me, not that you were
valuable to me."
"What's the difference?"
"If you were _valuaBLE_ to me, that would me that I could use you for some
gain of my own, either financial or sexual or whatever, at no cost to
myself. But to have _value TO_ me, it means that there are things about you
that, if lost, would COST me something, as a person."
"Such as?"
"Such as your intelligence. To see a mind as good as yours is a pleasure to
me, BECAUSE I see so few of them, and it sometimes gets tiring not being
able to speak as freely as I can with you. Such as your self-respect,
because it's so rare. Such as your independence, because that's even rarer.
You are of value to me - I love you - because of the best that is inside
you, pretty much the same as you love me - I am of value to you - because of
the best that's within ME."
"So love is a kind of trading?"
"At its most basic and fundamental level, it IS trading. The trading of
one's best values for the best values of another, freely, as equals, value
for value. That's why Susan wasn't willing to stay Phil's girlfriend: there
wasn't LOVE involved. She offered HER best, and Phil offered HIS best, and
because the values involved weren't EQUAL, she felt cheated after a fashion,
and withdrew her love. The value he offered her - the content of his mind
and character - his love - was worth far less than the love - HER character
and values - she was offering. To continue such an unequal trade is to
commit suicide, either emotionally or spiritually or mentally; Susan simply
has too much self-respect - self-VALUE - to do that."
After a bit, she asked me "Then how does sex fit into it? Jan told me that
you said having sex and making love were different."
"As far as I'm concerned, they are. 'Making love' is the physical equivalent
of the spiritual love I just described. Having sex is the physical ACT, but
without emotional attachment involved in making love. Last night, when we
were kissing, that was 'making love' on a small scale, because we truly
cared for each other. Kissing, without that bond, is only having sex, on an
equally small scale. Get it?"
With that, I saw a light come on in her eyes - that sensation almost
everyone has when something that's been bothering them suddenly becomes
clear, and they really, truly UNDERSTAND it, fully and completely.
"Then I want you to teach me how to MAKE LOVE. Completely. To ALL of me."
she told me, confidently, with an absolute radiance.
Yeah, she got it.
I began by leaning down to kiss her, softly, on her forehead, then the
bridge of her nose. Both eyes were next, then her cheeks, and finally -
gently - her lips. Her return kiss was equally gentle, and she patiently
accepted it when I moved on to kiss more of her face before returning to her
lips. This time, my kisses were firmer, as were hers. Gradually, in an
ever--increasing cycle, we became more and more insistent, and more and more
involved with each other - at times, I didn't know where I ended and she
began.
As our bonding started, so did our explorations: reaching out, my hand
landed on her breast, gently as a butterfly, then began stroking it from
base to tip the same way. Firm as her breasts were, I could feel them
tighten even more at my touch, her nipple first hardening, then erecting to
press into the palm of my hand.
Her hand took a less direct route - first touching my face, she softly and
slowly trailed it down my chest, then my belly, until she reached my
manhood, full of blood but not yet erect. Her gentle stroking soon corrected
that deficiency, and she continued on by cupping my testicles in her hand,
and stroking the sack, and even rolling them in her hand before trailing her
fingers back up, and along the length of me.
Following her example, I traced my way down her body, fingertips barely
touching her, pausing here and there to create little designs on her skin,
before reaching her pubis, and finally, her womanly treasure. I was not
surprised to find that her clitoris had raised its head in greeting, nor
that her inner recess had opened for my explorations. I softly traced the
outline of her pubic hair, and make several trips across and through its
lushness, marveling at its softness. However, I was continuously drawn back
to the damp, hot opening between her legs, and began exploring it with my
finger - tracing the outline of the lips guarding it; drawing my fingertip
between her inner lips, feeling them almost clutching at me, as though
inviting me in. Ultimately, I did as they bid, and carefully pressed a
fingertip in toward her very core - and was made welcome by the hunching of
her hips, inviting me in even farther.
I went carefully, though - pressing in slightly, and then withdrawing, to
make sure that her slippery juices were well distributed before pressing
further inward. I met the resistance of her maidenhead, but found my way
past it without hurting her, until, finally, I had an entire digit in her.
Her moans into my mouth encouraged me to further action, and after a short
pause, I began stroking it in and out of her, feeling her inner lips
clasping at my finger as it withdrew, and guiding me on the way back in. In
a surprisingly short time, her pelvis was rising and falling in time with my
actions, and she'd broken off our kiss to gasp and moan as her passion
increased. After only a couple of minutes, she was near the peak, but
somehow unable to cross it. It was then that I moved my thumb down to apply
pressure to her clitoris, so that her pelvic movement caused the pressure
against my thumb to vary each time she raised her hips. That, apparently,
was enough, and it took perhaps a half dozen such thrusts to finally grant
her the release she'd sought for so long: when it finally hit, her first
spasm froze her in mid-air: hips raised, pressing her clitoris against my
thumb, with my finger inside her as far as it would reach. I could feel the
milking action of her vaginal walls as she tried to draw my digit even
farther inside; to increase her pleasure, I made circling motions with it,
causing her to gasp out the last bit of air she had in her lungs before her
vaginal mouth clamped down as her contractions continued, one after the
other. It was only when her oxygen-starved brain demanded refreshment that
she finally stopped her climax, and drew breath again.
After that first draw of breath, she started panting, and lowered her hips
again. I slowly withdrew my finger, causing her to moan, and evincing a
flutter from her vaginal mouth. Selfishly, I cleaned it off with my own
tongue, savoring the sweet/spicy flavor she'd blessed it with. Satisfied, I
lay next to her, holding her as she continued trying to catch her breath,
and regain her senses. Her good health and youthful vigor helped her
recovery, and it was only a few minutes before she opened her eyes, looking
up at me with a gratitude I'd never seen before. To give her a little more
time to recover, I gestured something to drink, and she nodded. Returning
from the kitchen with some cool water and a couple of glasses, I filled one,
and held her up so that she could drink. A few swallows seemed to satisfy
her, and she indicated that I should put the glass down. When I did, she
turned and hugged me fiercely, crying into my chest.
When she finally released me, and lay back down, she said "Thank you! Now I
*KNOW* that what I felt before wasn't orgasms - THAT was. That's the first
time in my life that I've ever felt like that, and it's because of you. I
had no idea that _anything_ could feel that good!"
"Like I said, it was just a matter of having the right attention and some
encouragement. I was just lucky enough to be able to offer them at the right
time, and in the right way. YOU did the rest by being open to the
experience, and willing to take advantage of it."
"On the subject of taking advantage, are you going to, of me?"
I laughed, and said "Only if you want me to, Kelly - though if you *want* me
to, I don't think it could really be considered 'taking advantage'."
"I do want - but before that, I want to find out about all the other things
we can do together. Um, Jan told me that you, uh, use your mouth to, you
know, make her climax. Could you do that to me, too?"
I smiled, and said, "It would be my pleasure, I assure you!" making her
laugh before replying, "Yeah, I heard that."
With her fully recovered, I was ready to resume the 'lessons' - and lowered
myself to kiss her, softly, on the lips. She responded eagerly, but not
demanding; knowing that she was about to experience something new.
I kissed her lips again, briefly, several more times, before moving down to
plant one on her throat, just next to her collarbone. The next was was
halfway between collar and the hollow of her throat. I continued kissing her
as I worked my way to the other side, and beyond, to her shoulder, where I
kissed, then softly bit, her. Placing my kisses more closely to each other,
I moved back toward her neck, until I was past their juncture, and halfway
up her neck to her ear. Taking the muscle in my teeth, I made growling
noises, and gently - so as to leave no bruises - waggled my head back and
forth, as though chewing on her. She laughed, and giggled, and even
scrunched her shoulder up before I released her and moved on to take her
earlobe between my lips, and softly 'chew' on it. When she gasped, I
released it, and using just the very tip of my tongue, traced the outline
and edges of her shell-like ear - and eliciting soft moans of appreciation.
When I was done with her ear, I slowly traced the line of her jaw with my
tongue, tasting the faint saltiness of her skin as I did so, until I reached
the other ear, where I again outlined and traced it with my tongue - and
getting another set of moans, stronger this time, for my efforts. From
there, I moved my way down to her other shoulder, and softly nibbled and
licked at the length of it. While doing that, I placed my hand on her
stomach, and gradually eased it up until my fingers were touching the lower
swell of her breast, and began tracing patterns on her chest and breasts -
but always being careful not to actually touch her areolas and nipples. By
the time I finished her shoulder, she was panting softly, and arching her
back in an effort to get firmer contact with my hand, and get some attention
to the ends of her breasts. When she reached that point, I moved on to
placing soft, damp kisses across her collarbone, and then - randomly -
across her upper chest: I'd put the tip of my tongue on her skin as I kissed
her, and then use my mouth to apply a mild suction to the same spot as I
withdrew. I gradually moved down, until I was at the upper slopes of her
breasts; there, I branched out to apply the same tender kisses, but all
_around_ her breasts, circling each and paying special attention the
sensitive areas where they grew out of her sides. As her arousal increased,
and her moaning started, I slowly moved my focus to her breasts- first one,
then the other - still giving her the same kisses, and applying them in
inward-spiraling motions toward her nipples - but stopping short of them. By
this time, her areolas had puckered so much that they looked like miniature
volcanoes sitting on the ends of her breasts, with her fully erect nipples
looking like angry plumes of dark smoke. Moaning as she was, she still
managed to gasp out "Dammit, DO IT! *NOW*, before I go crazy!" - so I did.
When I finally took the end of her breast in my mouth, and started firmly
sucking on it, she had what could only be described as a mini orgasm: her
entire body tensed, and where my hand rested on her belly, I could feel
several small spasms pass through her as she gasped for air. It didn't last
but for a few seconds, but that was enough to bring her back down slightly,
and to reassure me that I was having the desired effect. I moved on to the
other breast, and did the same, though with lesser - but still pleasing -
results: she let out a loud moan, and arched her back to try and get more of
her breast in my mouth. Moving back and forth between them, I gave each of
her delightful mounds similar treatment: randomly placing small kisses or
licks or suction at different areas on the breast itself, teasing the
nipples with my tongue-tip, washing the entire surface thoroughly with my
tongue, nibbling at the nipples with my lips, and applying soft, rhythmic
suction on the entire areola and nipple. Before long, she was at the same
high arousal, when I again started moving, this time, lower, toward her
pubis.
Taking a decidedly indirect route, I showered her with soft, dry kisses all
across her belly and hips and abdomen, pausing for a while to pay special
attention to her navel - rimming it with my tongue, dipping my tongue tip
into it like a cat lapping at milk, placing my whole mouth over it and
applying pulsating suction. The focus on her bellybutton started her moaning
even louder, and got her pelvis moving in small thrusting motions.
Finally, though, I reached my goal: her pubic area, and more specifically,
her firmly rounded Mound of Venus, where her clitoris had raised its head to
watch out for me. As I drew my tongue down through her soft, straight pubic
hair, she readily spread her legs for me, allowing me easier access to her
treasures.
Her vaginal lips seemed to remember my previous visit, and were extended -
if barely visible through her down - and glistening with her dew. Pressing
my hands softly against the backs of her thighs, she quickly raised her
knees, tilting herself up for me - and bringing me a wave of the delightful,
heady aroma of a woman, aroused and ready. Glancing up at her face, I could
easily read the desire and anticipation on it, and dipped my head to slide
the tip of my tongue through her cleft, bottom to top. As my tongue passed
between her labia, I got a full taste of her essence - sweet and spicy at
the same time, as it had been on my finger, but stronger and more pleasant -
and then on up to gently brush across her clitoris, causing her pelvis to
snap up toward me slightly as she released a full-throated moan of pleasure.
With that kind of encouragement, what could I do, but continue? I did it
again, but got a quieter - if no less enthusiastic - moan for the effort. I
made several more such passages, each time getting an audible sound of
appreciation.
Using my thumbs to spread her slightly, I took the opportunity to examine
her more close than I'd been able to, before.
What I saw delighted me: her mons was gently curved from her pubic bone down
to the entrance to her vagina; full without being 'meaty', and covered with
a medium-dense patch of straight, soft, dark hair. Her vaginal opening was
little more than a slit; guarded by two thin, smooth lips that gently
progressed upward to the hood of her slightly larger than usual - and very
erect - clitoris. Her pubic hair was short enough to not be in the way of
her vaginal opening or clitoris; the net effect was to cover, without
actually _hiding_, her treasures.
As I resumed my oral administrations, I found her hair to be soft and long
enough to tickle my lips, but not enough to interfere with my attentions -
there never was any of that pause-to-pull-a-troublesome-hair-out nonsense.
I started by taking each of her small labia in my mouth, and sucking on
them, followed with a soft chewing, and then a nibbling with my lips, gently
pulling them a bit father out. I switched between them several time, with
her hands on my head to guide me when she wanted a change. From there, I
opened my mouth as far as it would go, and managed to cover her, from
perineum to clitoris, and started firmly sucking on her while softly
circling her clit with my tongue - her reaction was to start moaning loudly,
and arching her pelvis up even more, exposing her back entrance to me. Every
so often, I would stop and pull my mouth away; it was during one of these
times that I noticed that our combined juices had trickled down to moisten
her rosette.
When I next resumed my attentions to her mons, I also moved my hand up, and
used my thumb to begin spreading the lubrication on her anus, rubbing it and
pressing against it slightly. She not only didn't object, but gradually
began pressing herself against my thumb, her muscles there clasping at me,
as though trying to capture it.
After a bit, though, my jaw was tired enough that I changed over to simply
making a probe of my tongue, and sliding it between her labia and into her
vagina, slowly tongue-fucking her. The change surprise her, and pleasantly
so, judging by the gasp I heard when I first entered her, and the arching of
her back as she tried to get even more of me into her. I slid my tongue back
out a bit, and fluttered it a bit between her lips, earning another gasp,
before sliding it back in as far as I could reach. Her reaction was to start
slowly humping her hips toward me, fucking herself on my tongue as I held it
in place.
After perhaps a minute of this, enough of my saliva and her secretions had
found their way down the crack of her ass that there was plenty of
lubrication for me to try pressing a finger - my thumb seemed a bit large
for a first experience - into her. Groaning, she accepted it when I pressed
in a little, then withdrew, making sure that there was plenty of our juices
to ease the way - in surprisingly short order, I had a finger completely
inside her nether hole, as she continued hunching herself up toward me, now
fucking herself on my tongue and sodomizing herself with my finger.
For as long as I could, I kept my tongue straight and solid for her, but the
effort eventually got to me, and I had to change over to something more
active - taking her erect clitoris into my mouth and sucking on it as I
softly fluttered my tongue across it. That, together with the sensation of
my finger in her ass, seemed to be enough, and after only a couple of
minutes, I could feel her clamp down on my finger, and the fluttering of her
labia as her orgasm started. After a moment, she froze, deep into her first
spasm, and I took the opportunity to begin moving my finger in rapid
in-and-out motions while applying suction to her clitoris without actually
touching it. She gave a shriek, and the intensity of her spasms nearly
doubled - I could barely move my finger in her ass, and I could feel her
labia pulsing against my lower lip. She froze there for perhaps fifteen
seconds before gasping as another, shorter, spasm hit her. Several more
followed, each only slightly less intense, until they finally stopped. As
she lowered her pelvis, my finger started to slide out, causing a series of
quivers in her until it finally popped free.
She lay there, gasping for breath as I moved back up to lay next to her
before taking her in my arms to hold her until she'd recovered for the
intensity of the experience. Again, her youth and vitality helped her with
the process, and it wasn't long before she was able to move again.
The first thing she did was kiss me - full on the mouth, tongues dancing -
and thus getting a taste of her own womanly essence. She pulled back a bit,
smacked her lips a little, and smiled, saying "I think I can see why you
like doing that!" before moving in to kiss me again, more chastely, and then
moving on to lick the remains of her secretions from my face.
When she finally lay back again, she smiled up at me, saying "Every time you
do something to me, it makes me feel better than the time before."
"I'm glad you liked it."
"Oh, I liked it all right! You kind of surprised me when you started
touching me, you know, back there; but it didn't hurt or anything, so I
didn't stop you. Next thing I knew, it was feeling *good*!"
"Yeah, I kinda figured that."
She giggled, and asked "Uh, does that mean I'm weird or anything? I mean,
for liking my own taste, and letting you put your finger inside me like
that?"
"Not as far as I'm concerned. Some folks - men, too, mind you! - don't mind,
or even enjoy having attention paid to them like that. I don't much care for
it, but that's just me; if you like it, then have fun, and more power to
you."
"What about liking the way I taste?"
"Kind of the same thing, only different. Some women think tasting themselves
is okay, but would rather die than find out the taste of another woman;
other women wouldn't even think about tasting themselves. It's another one
of those open-to-the-experience kind of deals: if you're open to it, you can
find out if you like it, or you don't; otherwise, you're just pre-judging
something based on nothing more than your own prejudices, without KNOWING."
"Do all women taste like that?"
"Obviously, I can't speak for *all* women" - earning myself a mild dirty
look - "but from the ones I DO know about, the answer is 'no'. Even the same
woman will vary a little bit, depending on her diet and health and, uh,
grooming."
"What do you mean 'grooming'?"
"Well, some women grow up being taught that their vagina is somehow dirty or
nasty or bad, and don't bother practicing good sanitation and grooming in
that area. And kind of like when milk spoils, it starts to smell and taste
bad, a vagina can do the same thing."
"I wondered about that. Some of the girls at school smell really, really bad
sometimes, like when they're having their periods. I guess it's because they
aren't washing themselves the way they should."
"Perhaps so."
"Well, I've never been like that - I like feeling *clean* after I take a
bath or shower, and that just seemed like part of that feeling."
After a moment, she asked "Uh, Dan?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you think I, you know, like girls, too? I mean, because I tasted
myself?"
"I don't know - have you ever tasted another girl, or made love with one?"
"No!"
"Then how can you know if you would like one, or not? If she's clean - like
you are - and she's affectionate - like you are - then I don't see how it
could hurt you any to find out. The only thing I think you should be careful
about is making sure that she's someone you can trust, because there are
still a lot of people out there that literally HATE the idea of someone
finding love, or enjoying sex, with another person of the same sex. Plus,
there's the problem of what the church would think about it."
"Oh, I don't worry too much about that kind of stuff, other than to be
careful not to aggravate them. I mean, I'm not Catholic or anything; my
parent send me to that school cause it's real good, and a WHOLE lot better
than public school. I mean, when they tell us to pray or give confession and
all that, I do what they expect, but I don't really *believe* in it."
"Ah! That explains a few things to me, then."
"Like what?"
"Like why you didn't give me any argument when I was talking about religion,
for starters. And like why you were so able and willing to try being
together with me, like this, for another."
"You notice a lot of things, don't you?"
"Sure. You miss too much of life if you're not paying attention to it."
She looked thoughtful at that, and we continued to rest for a bit, before
she looked up at me again, and said, "You haven't, uh, climaxed yet, have
you?"
"No, but that's not important to me right now."
"But it's important to _me_. You've made me feel so good, and I want to do
the same for you."
"Kelly, you *really* don't have to do that."
"But I WANT to - I LOVE you, now, more than before, and I want to give back
that love - freely, equally, and value for value - the way you've given it
to me."
Hoisted on my own petard. Again. When am I gonna learn to keep my big yap
shut?
"Okay, if that's the way you really feel about it" - "I do!" - "Then I guess
it's okay."
She reached down and took my flaccid penis in her hand, before looking up at
me, and asking, "Uh, what do I do?"
"You've got a couple of choices - you can use just your hand, like I did
with you that first time, or you can use your mouth on me, like I did to you
just now. Either one would be just fine."
"What would you *like*?"
"Uh, a little of both, actually."
"So how do I start?"
"Well, to use your hand, you kind of do on the outside of me what I did to
the inside of you."
"Okay. And if I want to use my mouth?"
"Pretty much the same thing, only you can think of the end of my penis as
being like your clitoris - that's where most of the nerves are, and that's
where I would get the most intense feelings."
Satisfied, she started caressing and stroking me, seeming to enjoy the
results as my penis filled with blood, and became semi-erect. Happy that she
was having the desired effect, she moved down to begin licking at me, and
caressing my testicles; before long, I was fully erect, and enjoying her
attentions tremendously.
At one point, she looked up at me in awe, and said "It's so hard inside, but
soft on the outside - and so *HOT*! Are all men this big? How do you get
that into a girl?"
"No, not all men are that big; some are bigger, some are smaller - I'm
pretty close to average, actually. As for getting it inside a woman, that's
a matter of practice and patience. A woman stretches inside, so she can
accept almost any size; what matters is that she's aroused and excited
enough that her inside lubrication - her 'wetness' - is enough to let the
mans' penis slide in without hurting her."
She thought that over for a few moments, before returning to her
ministrations to my penis - which was now quite hard, and starting to twitch
in her hand. Seeing that I'd leaked a little pre-cum onto the tip, she
paused long enough to scoop a little on her finger, and put it in her mouth
to taste it. Satisfied, she said "A *little* salty - but I like it!" before
lowering her head to take my erection into her mouth, and running her tongue
around the head. At that, and after all that I'd been through with her so
far, it was a wonder I didn't blow my load. Fortunately, I didn't, and was
able to enjoy the rest of the experience.
Seeming to take my comment about the equivalency of the head of my penis and
her clitoris seriously, she was surprisingly careful and considerate - not
once did I have to caution her about too much pressure, or her teeth, or
anything of the sort.
With all the stimulation I'd already had, it didn't take long for me to
start down the road that dead-ends at male nirvana; each time she did
something pleasurable, and I responded, she redoubled her efforts; and
because she was so open to the experience, she didn't have any hesitation
about trying new things: taking the head of my erection in her mouth, and
'walking' her lips down it to take more of me in, until she'd taken all she
could manage. Or releasing me completely so that she could approach it from
the side, trying to wrap her lips at it from that direction while massaging
me with her tongue. Or twisting her head as she bobbed up and down on it,
stimulating places I'd almost forgotten I had. Or taking my entire sack into
her mouth, and using her tongue to press against the underside of my penis
where the sack hid it. Or licking my entire sack, and then blowing on it,
creating a sensation that both stimulated me, and tightened me up. Or gently
taking one testicle at a time into her mouth, and ever so gently sucking on
it and rolling it around in her mouth before moving on to the other.
It was when she finally settled in to bobbing her head up and down on my
penis, while rhythmically sucking on it and using her tongue to constantly
caress the underside of the head, that I finally hit the 'home stretch', and
shortly later, the point of no return. When I felt my balls tighten up in
preparation for that first shot, I hurriedly told her "I'm going to shoot!"
When she felt the first shot of my semen start, she quickly pulled her head
back, to watch as it cannoned out the end, and landed on my chest. Satisfied
with what she'd seen, she just as quickly took me back into her mouth,
sucking firmly on the head, drawing out the second shot with nearly as much
force as the first, and all the rest of them, as well, leaving me thoroughly
drained, and VERY happy. Some of my semen had escaped her at first, and
dribbled down my member, but all the rest had stayed in her mouth after she
tightened her lips around the head. Once she realized that I was done, and
that my penis was softening, she swallowed, and released me before starting
to lick up what had escaped her before - pausing a moment to scoop some that
had dribbled down her chin back into her mouth. Finally satisfied that she'd
gotten everything in the area, she licked me clean, and, with a twinkle in
her eye, moved up to softly lick and vacuum up the splotch on my chest from
that first shot. Content that she had it all, she lay down next to me, and
draped herself across me - one leg over mine, her breasts pressing into my
side, an arm across my chest, and her head on my shoulder.
After a couple minutes, when I'd gotten my breath back, she lifter her head
to look at me, and ask "How did I do, Teach?" with a grin on her face.
I pretended to consider it for a bit, and answered "Hmmmm. All things
considered, I guess I really don't have any choice but to give you an 'F' "
- she looked surprised and afraid - "for 'Fabulous'!" which prompted her to
poke me in the side and call me a stinker before starting to laugh.
She lay back down next to me, and I put my arm around her, holding her
close. Looking up at the clock, I could see that we'd barely used two hours;
leaving half again that much still to us.
Contented just to be next to each other, we laid like that for several
minutes before Kelly spoke.
"Dan?"
"Yes, dear?"
"This has been really nice."
"Yes, it has."
"Were you really serious about what happens this afternoon being up to me? I
mean, I know you said it, and everything, but I just need to be sure about
something."
"Yes, I was really serious, and I really meant it. Haven't I shown you that,
yet?"
"Yeah, you have; I just needed to hear you say it one more time."
"Why?"
"Because I wanted to make sure before I asked you something."
"What's that?"
"Would you, um, be my first? I mean, the first one to actually make love to
me? You know, take my virginity?"
Sure, I'd heard her say something about it last night, but I really didn't
think the two of us were going to get anywhere near that point; at least,
not yet. It was enough of a surprise that I lay there for a bit, thinking
about it.
"Dan?"
"Yes?" I answered, still a bit distracted.
"Would you?"
That brought me out of it, and I had to think for a few seconds before
answering "Kelly, I'm genuinely honored that you would ask me. I'm not going
to insult you by asking if you're sure, because I know you well enough now
that I know you wouldn't ask me if you weren't. It's just that it's a
serious thing to ask, and I'm not sure that I want the responsibility of
making your first time as pleasant and comfortable as it *should* be."
She answered by saying "I know that it is, from the way you've talked to me,
and even Jan, about it. I know you think there *might* be somebody else out
there that would be more gentle and careful than you, but *I* don't think
I'd find that person - at least, not before I was too old to enjoy it. Dan,
I *trust* you. I *know* that you would be as patient and considerate and all
that as anyone I could ever hope to find. There's all kinds of guys out
there that would be more than happy to 'pop my cherry'; but I don't WANT it
'popped' - I want someone that will _remove_ it, gently, with love and
affection and concern for ME while they do it. I don't want somebody 'like'
you; I want it to BE you. Maybe it won't hurt; but if it does, than I know
that if YOU did it, you'd make the pain as small as ANYONE could - and then
you'd make me as happy, and satisfied, as anyone could, too."
At the end of that, I could feel her hot tears as they rolled down my side.
Talk about 'feeling like crap" - I did, and big time.
After a few moments, I was finally able to say "Kelly, if you're *that* sure
you want to do this, and if you're *that* sure that you want it to be _now_,
and *that* sure you want it to be _me_, then I can't find it in myself to
deny you and disappoint you. If you want me to be your first, then I'll do
it - and do my best to make it a HAPPY memory."
It took a bit for what I'd said to sink in, but when it did, she gasped, and
raised herself up on her elbow, to look at me before asking "You will?"
I sighed, and answered, "Yes, since you're THAT sure you want me to. I can
only hope that you don't regret it, after."
She smiled at me, sniffled a little, and said, "I really am that sure - not
just that I want it to be you, and now, but that I'm not going to regret it,
either."
I smiled back, and reassured, she lay back next to me, giving me a hug every
little bit.
A couple minutes went by, and she slid her hand down to start playing with
my pubic hair, before asking, "So, um, how do we start? Do you have a condom
or anything that you need to put on or use or whatever?"
I answered by telling her "We start pretty much the same was as we have
before; we just don't let it stop where it has until now. As for not making
you pregnant, that's something *I* don't have to worry about."
Laughing at the expression on her face when she looked up at me, I continued
"Several years ago, I decided that I wanted a vasectomy, so that I wouldn't
have any unwanted children. So, my tubes have been cut, and all I fire now
are 'blanks', so to speak."
She gave me a dirty look for jerking her chain, and asked "What happens if
you DO decide that you want children, then?"
"Then I go back to the doctor I visited, and the woman and I use one of the
several samples I left before the operation. The doctor said I have real
good little swimmers, and that he didn't think there would be any problems
making a baby with any one of the samples I left."
Satisfied with the answer, she gave me a wicked grin, and moved up to start
kissing my chest, and even giving my nipples the occasional lick and suck as
her playing with my pubic hair expanded to include my penis, too. Before
long, I'd become semi-erect, and she apparently decided that more effective
measures were called for - and slowly changed position so that her head was
even with my penis, and her ass was pointed back at me. When she finally
took me into her mouth, I reached out and placed my hand on her ass,
marveling at the smoothness of her skin, and how it was both firm and soft
at the same time. As she dealt with getting me hard again with her mouth, I
took the chance to do a Braille examination of her ass and thighs -
caressing and squeezing her cheeks, gently rubbing her hips, and softly
stroking her thighs from just above the knee to just below the juncture of
her thighs. After a couple minutes of this, her backside was wriggling
slightly. Since she'd gotten me fully erect, I applied gentle pressure to
the inside of her knee, so that she would know to raise it. When she did, I
guided it over me, to my other side, so that she was now straddling my
chest. She understood what I wanted, and willingly scooted back a bit, to
allow me easier access to her now-damp cleft.
Tilting my head forward, I was able to easily run my tongue through her
slit, drawing up the slightly oily nectar she'd produced. Reaching up, I
pulled her ass cheeks apart, so that I would have better access to all of
her, and began the pleasant task of using my mouth and tongue and fingers to
arouse her as much as I possibly could - which turned out to be a LOT.
Between her excitement at doing what she was to me - sucking on me, licking
me, kissing and nibbling at my testicles, and all manner of things in
between - and what I was doing to her - nibbling at her labia with my lips,
flickering across her clitoris with my tongue, rubbing her anus with my
finger, and seeing how much of my tongue I could get into her vagina in
different shapes - she was soon as open as I'd seen _any_ woman before being
entered, and fairly dripping with her essences.
When she felt my testicles draw up next to my body, she increased her
efforts, and in short order, had me hosing down the back of her throat with
my semen, which she greedily swallowed - even gulping more of me into her
mouth so as to not lose any of it. I was initially surprised by her actions,
but then realized that SHE understood that I would last longer on the second
go-around, and so was taking steps to make sure that I lasted as long as
possible when we got to the 'good part'. Once satisfied that she'd properly
drained me, she raised her head, and then her body. Sitting up, she quickly
turned herself around, so that she was kneeling over my face, with her front
toward my head. I quickly resumed my oral ministrations, and reached up to
start caressing and squeezing her breasts. From the way she responded, I
knew that she liked the simultaneous sensations - and increased my efforts.
It didn't take long before I had a slow, steady stream of her juices slowly
trickling into my mouth, and she was slowly hunching her pelvis as I licked
and sucked and nibbled everything I could get my mouth on, and caressed and
softly pinched and squeezed as much of her body as I could lay hands on. To
my surprise, it didn't take long before her arousal started to have its
impact on me, as well - I could feel my penis starting to lengthen, and
swell slightly. Sensing the change in me, she looked over her shoulder, and
saw that I was starting to recover. With a delighted look on her face, she
pulled away from me, turned around again, and began licking at me, and
taking me into her mouth while applying soft, rhythmic suction. Happily, she
also stayed close enough to my head that I was able to resume my efforts, as
well, helping my arousal progress.
As much as I enjoyed what I was doing, it was HER efforts that finally got
me hard; once satisfied that I was going to stay that way, Kelly released me
from her mouth, and carefully swung herself around to my side. With a
distinct lust in her eyes - and the slightest trace of nervousness - she
asked me "I'm ready. God, am I ready! What do I do now?"
It took me a moment before I was able to say, "The easiest thing would be if
YOU were the one controlling the, uh, action. So that if it started to hurt
or feel uncomfortable, you could stop it when you wanted, for as long as you
needed. The best way for that to happen is if I'm on the bottom, and you're
over me, so you can lower yourself onto me, using your weight to help me
enter."
She nodded her understanding, and leaned over to give my erection one final
suck, leaving a sheen of her saliva as added lubrication in anticipation of
what she was going to do.
Standing up, she unhesitatingly moved over me, so that she was facing me,
and her feet were on each side of me, by my hips. She squatted down, until
she was just a few inches above me, and took my erect - and saliva-slick -
penis in her hand. Raising it, she slowly ran the head of it between her
labia, spreading her vaginal secretions on it, as well, getting it
thoroughly wet with them. After only a few seconds of that, she was ready to
continue, and positioning herself, placed me at the entrance to her cavern.
Hunching herself down, she tried to force me inside her, but she was still
nervous enough that my erection first bent, then slid away from her,
brushing her clitoris as it moved. She gasped from the sensation, and
quickly recaptured me, getting me relocated between her labia.
Putting my hands on her knees, I told her "Kelly, there's no hurry. YOU'RE
in control, here. Relax, and take your time. Because this is your first
time, you might have to hold me in position for a little bit, until I'm
inside you a little ways -- but again, there's NO HURRY. Go as slow as you
want, or need to; I'll be right here, ready whenever you are."
That last part made her laugh a bit, and she visibly relaxed, though I could
still see wanton desire in her eyes.
Holding me with one hand, this time, she put the other on my chest to keep
herself steady, and slowly lowered herself a bit, until I started pressing
against the mouth of her vagina. Seeming to realize that patience and care
were to her advantage, I could feel her relaxing the muscles at her
entrance, and after raising herself a bit and lowering herself a little
farther, I could feel the head of my penis finally push through, until just
the head of my erection was inside her - and causing her to emit a surprised
moan. God, she was hot inside, and - of course - tight. The last time I'd
had this feeling, I'd been too young and stupid to fully appreciate it's
delights. Marginally smarter this time, I treasured the sensation, savoring
every moment and bit of it.
Because of her position, I had a clear view of our junction, and the way her
breasts heaved as she gasped for breath. I could see the way her labia
clasped my penis, and a trace of the fluids from her vagina trickling down
toward my pubic hair. Looking up, I could also see the fine sheen of sweat
on her body, and the way her breasts and nipples had erected to delightful
pointed, curved cones.
She paused a bit, to get used to the sensation, and to allow her insides to
stretch to fit this new invader. Several moments went by before she felt
comfortable again, and raised herself up ever so slightly - and allowing a
small wave of her lubrication to leak down my erection - before lowering
herself again, and getting perhaps another inch of me inside before she
paused again. With more of me in here, the adjustment period was longer this
time; but again, she became used to it, and raised herself up in preparation
for the next stage. There was a repeat of her fluids escaping, and this
time, as she lowered herself, we hit the barrier of her hymen - that
ultimate symbol of her womanhood. Content with her progress, she released my
penis, and careful not to lose what she'd gained, moved her legs so that she
was on her knees, and leaning forward slightly, her hands now both on my
chest. As she caught her breath, and relaxed to the sensation of having me
almost halfway into her, I put my hands on her hips, and started speaking to
her, softly and slowly, to try and help her adjust.
"That's it, Kelly. Take it slow, and easy. You're in control, and you can go
as slow as you want, and stop whenever you want, and take as long as you
want. I can feel your hymen, and I'm most definitely NOT going to do
anything to hurt you. You can rest like this for however long it takes you
to get used to having me inside you like this. I know that it's a lot
different from when I had my finger in you, and there's no hurry to any of
this - just do what feels comfortable for you, and everything will be fine.
You're in charge, and I'm not going to do a thing to hurry you, or push you,
or any of that. I want what YOU want, and if there's anything you want, then
all you have to do is tell me, and I'll be happy to follow your wishes. Both
of us are here to make YOU happy, and we are BOTH going to do what we need
to, to make this as easy and painless for you as WE can. If you want my help
in any way, then you've got that help - that quickly and that easily. You're
the boss, and I'm here to do what YOU say."
At the end of that, she nodded her head, and said "You're fine; it's *me*
that I'm worried about."
"That's exactly who we're BOTH worried about, Kelly. And that's why I'm not
pushing you to go faster or slower or anything else. Even if you wanted to
quit, right now, I could accept that, with no problem." Okay, so a
not-so-little lie. But the reason for the lie was the important part.
"Like hell I'm gonna quit now, Dan! I'm getting used to it, but I'm still
worried about how to, uh, get *past* this point."
"That's easy, Kelly; I'm surprised that you haven't realized that you've
already got the answer."
"What's that?"
"Just do whatever you're comfortable with."
With that reassurance, she gained the confidence she needed, and started
moving again. Eyes closed, she raised herself so that I withdrew from her
until just the head of me was inside her, paused a moment, and lowered
herself until I came up against the barrier of her hymen again. She repeated
that action several times, spreading her lubrication enough that that last
couple of times, I slid in easily. Having apparently reached some goal she'd
set for herself, she paused a bit, then began gently pressing herself back
against me in short, soft motions, so that my erect penis repeatedly made
bumping contact with her maidenhead, thus creating a soft battering ram to
break down her barrier. Her plan seemed to be working: after a couple of
minutes, I thought that I could feel myself entering her marginally further.
A couple minutes after that, I was sure: rather than breaking or tearing her
membrane, she was 'teasing' it out of the way, until, finally, she bounced
back one time, only to have me slide into her perhaps half an inch - *past*
her now-disintegrated hymen. When that happened, she gave a small squeak,
and I saw an ever-so-brief wince flash across her face before she stopped
moving.
Opening her eyes, she saw the hurt and concern on my face. She smiled at me,
saying "It's okay, Dan, really. It only hurt a little bit, and just for a
moment. Kind of like getting a shot at the doctors office, only inside."
Thus comforted, I couldn't help but observe, "Yeah, I suppose that you could
call it an injection, of sorts."
It took her a moment to get the joke, but when she did, she started laughing
- and to our mutual surprise (and pleasure), she slid a little farther down
onto me, perhaps another half inch, or so, in the process.
Having felt no pain from the addition, her eyes got a little larger at the
sensation of having almost exactly half of me held tightly in her sheath.
Taking advantage of the situation, she raised her self a bit - showing only
a mild discomfort as I passed over the area where her hymen had been - and
quickly settled herself down again, getting another inch of me inside. She
paused a few moments to adapt to the sensation, and repeated it, this time
only gaining an additional half-inch or so because of the position of her
legs. Realizing the problem, she raised herself again, careful not to let me
escape her internal clutches, and got her feet under her with her hands on
her knees, so that she was against squatting over me. With the added
leverage and clearance, it took her only a couple more tries before she'd
managed to get her butt firmly planted on my thighs, my stiff member
completely inside her. Thus situated, she leaned forward to put her hands on
my chest again, merging our pubic hair - and bringing herself close enough
to me that I could again stroke her breasts and sides, and softly pinch her
nipples, and caress her hips. We stayed like that for a couple minutes, as
she gradually relaxed around me, and allowing the last fraction of an inch
of my hardness to slip the rest of the way inside her. Once comfortable with
having me completely inside her, she began making small, experimental
movements: sliding her hips this way and that, rocking them, and even
clenching her internal muscles, experimenting with the sensations she could
create by doing so. She didn't hurry with any of this, and that was a Good
Thing - had she gone much faster, it would have been enough to push me over
the edge into a climax. As it was, though, the time it took was enough to
allow me to get better control of myself, while the sensations were enough
to keep me fully erect.
After several minutes of experimentation, she was finally ready to move on
to the main event - and raised herself until the head of my penis was only
barely inside her, and then lowering herself to take it all in, in one
smooth motion; moaning as she did so. With her again squatting over me, I
had a clear view as she did this, and could plainly see her vaginal lips as
they clasped at me, pulling away from her as she raised herself, and then
disappearing as I entered her through the tight ring of her entrance. When
she'd reached bottom, I looked down to see that her clitoris was fully
erect, and appeared to be being tickled by my pubic hair. She repeated her
actions quite often during the next few minutes, each time a little faster
and a little more smoothly than the time before, until she was finally
bouncing herself up and down on my slick, erect penis with surprising
frequency. Toward the end, though, she was starting to tire, and finally
raised herself up enough to let me pop free from her hot, tight confines. I
could see the fronts of her thighs trembling, and after a moment, she
kneeled down again, pausing long enough to lift me up enough to let her
cavern swallow me up again. She leaned forward, and lay on my chest to rest
- and I was happy to have her there, nipples pressing against me as her
internal muscles randomly clenched around me. I held her there for a while,
before starting to caress her again - softly rubbing her back, caressing her
sides and hips, firmly massaging her thighs where I could reach them, and
cupping and squeezing her ass cheeks. After only a couple of minutes, she
was fairly purring into my chest, and shortly after that, had regained the
strength to start kissing my chest and neck as I attended to her. A few
minutes later, she'd recovered enough that she was slowly hunching herself
against me, moving only and inch or so of my penis at a time, but also
rubbing her clitoris against my pubic bone, cushioned by my hair.
The sensation was just fine with me, and I was content (!!) to let her do as
she wished while continuing my touches.
The stimulation she was getting from her actions seemed to be enough for
her, too - it didn't take long before her movements were faster, and more
insistent, until, finally, I felt her vaginal muscles clamp down on me as
her orgasm hit.
With her first spasm, she lifted her body, making her breasts available to
me. Seizing the opportunity, I quickly latched onto an areola and nipple,
sucking them into my mouth while my hand grasped the other breast and began
rubbing my thumb over it's end, stimulating her even more. At that point,
she arched herself against me, trying to get as much of my erection inside
her as she possibly could while she moaned and gasped at the sensations. It
must have worked, because I could feel the entrance of her opening at the
very base of my penis, and the fluttering of her labia on the flesh around
it. The sensation of her hot, wet cavern milking at me was nearly enough to
push me over the edge, as well - but through sheer force of will, I managed
to stave it off; probably the hardest thing I've done in my life. I knew
that she would want more, and knew as well that I wouldn't be able to give
it to her if I released that soon. Still, it was a very, very close call
before her spasms tapered off, and the sensations on my member quieted.
When enough of her orgasm had passed, she took a deep, ragged breath, and
nearly fell onto my chest, my erection still firmly planted inside her. Her
sweat-slick body felt great on me as she gradually caught her breath over
the next few minutes, occasionally releasing a small moan of satisfaction
and pleasure. Though the milking sensation had stopped, she still generated
small fluttering and clenching movements that were more than sufficient to
keep me erect.
Even after her breathing returned to normal, it took Kelly a couple of
minutes to realize that I was still hard, and still inside her. When it hit
her, though, she lifted herself up enough to look into my face, her eyes
wide, and say "You're still hard?! After all that, you're still hard? I
can't believe it!"
"Trust me, Kelly, it most definitely wasn't easy - you'll never know just
how close it was for me, there at the end."
"Yeah, but...."
"Yeah, but, I didn't think you would want to stop just yet, so I tried very
hard not to shoot too soon, so that I could keep going.", I interrupted.
She looked at me for a moment, and said, "You knew I'd want to do this some
more?"
"I didn't KNOW you would, but from the way you've acted until now, it seemed
like a pretty safe bet. Why, don't you want to?", I teased.
"Damn right I do! I'm just surprised - and glad! - That you would, uh, do
that for me."
"Kelly, for the umpteenth - and I hope final - time: I'm here, now, for YOU.
We can keep going as long as we've got the time, can muster up the energy,
and I can stay - or get - hard for you. This is YOUR time, and I'm here FOR
YOU, okay?", I said, gently.
"Until this very moment, I really didn't understand just what you meant by
that. I knew that you were going slow and letting me take my time so that I
wouldn't be too nervous or anything. But I didn't think that you would go as
far as trying so hard not to shoot your stuff - your semen - so that I could
do this some more. I thought that once you were in me, that was the end of
it, and you'd shoot your stuff whenever you felt good enough."
"Kelly, I'm a little disappointed to hear that. I'd really hoped that you
would think more of me than that, and know me better than to think that I
could be that selfish in a situation as special as this, for someone I love
as much as I do you.", I said, softly.
Her eyes teared up, and she hung her head as she told me "Dan, I'm sorry. I
knew you were kind, and gentle, and patient, and courteous, and everything
else. I knew that you were a very special person; my mistake is that I just
didn't know - until now - HOW special. Believe me, I've learned - boy,
howdy! have I learned! - just how special you are, and I'll never, EVER
doubt you or misjudge you again. I just hope you can forgive me."
"It's okay, dear. There's nothing to be sorry for, and no need for me to
forgive you - you disappointed me, a little, but my feelings aren't hurt.
The important thing is that you learned; I know you wouldn't do anything to
hurt me like that on purpose. You know better, now, so that's the end of it,
okay?"
She nodded, and lay back down on my chest, hugging me. I felt a couple of
tears wet my chest hairs, and heard a couple of sniffles, but nothing more.
At least, nothing more until the sensation of still having my erect penis in
her started to get to her. At first, she just moved around, slightly, trying
to enjoy it without getting aroused, but that didn't work; and before long,
I could feel her face and chest getting warm from the blush of arousal she
was experiencing.
Finally, though, it was more than she could pretend to ignore, and she sat
up again, settling herself firmly on my erection. Looking at me with an
impish smile, she said "Okay, you're right - I *DO* want to do it again, but
my legs are tired. Can we do it another way, so that YOU do all the work
this time?", followed with a giggle.
"Sure, there's all kinds of ways - anything that gets your part 'A' matched
up with my part 'B' will work. There's the so-called 'missionary' position"
- she snorted at that - "where you're on your back, and I'm on top, between
your legs. Then there's the 'doggy' or 'dog style' position, named for what
should be obvious reasons. Beyond that, we can be on our sides, change one
of the missionary or doggy positions a little, or anything else that gets us
lined up right, up to and including standing on our heads.", that last part
getting me a laugh.
"I think I want to start with you on top of me, and then maybe the other
one, the doggy thing."
"Your wish is my command, oh nymph of great beauty and little wit!"
She laughed at me, and said, "Little wit, huh? You just wait and see what
kind of wit I've got, there, mister!" before slowly raising herself up - I
could see that her thigh muscles _were_ tired - and then moving over to sit
next to me. Once free to move, I sat up, and moved around so that she could
lay down on her back, with her head resting on one of the pillows.
With lust in her eyes, she looked at me, and deliberately spread her legs -
where I could see a very few, very small specks of blood - and bringing her
knees up, so that I could clearly see her woman-spot, and how wet and
aroused she was. Teasing her, I slowly knee-walked over to between her legs,
her eyes growing larger as she watched my erection sway in front of me,
still glistening with her juices. To my surprise, she sat up again, and
leaned forward to take me into her mouth - and cleaning her fluids off me
with her tongue, again savoring the taste of herself. Satisfied that she'd
gotten most of it, she ran her tongue up and down my length, re--coating me
with a different lubrication before lying down again with a mischievous look
on her face.
I paused for a bit, to drink in her beauty - the smooth, soft skin; the firm
breasts with dark, erect nipples; the gentle curve of her hips; the dark,
but smoky appearance of her pubic area; the smooth gentle curves of her
legs; and my target, the wet extended lips between her graceful legs.
Leaning forward, I placed my hands on either side of her, and as she
watched, lowered my pelvis until I was approximately in position to push my
way into her warm cavern. She pulled her legs a little farther apart, and
raised her knees more, giving me better access to her, and when I started to
reach down to position my erection, she murmured "Let me do that!", and
reached between us to take hold of me, and guide the head to her entrance,
holding it there as I slowly pushed my way in, stopping when the head had
popped through the ring of her vaginal mouth. She released me, then, and
moved her hands up to cup her breasts, and squeeze her nipples between her
fingers. Our gazes met then, and we stared into each other's eyes as I
gently hunched my hips, pushing myself fully into her in one slow,
continuous movement, eliciting a gasp from her when my pubic bone bumped her
clitoris.
In her completely, I paused for a moment, and rather than pull out again,
repeatedly pressed forward again slightly, applying a rhythmic pressure
against her clitoris. She grunted each time I did, and the blush on her face
and chest had deepened considerably by the time I quit. Only then did I
withdraw about halfway, before sliding back into her, where I paused briefly
before doing it again, then again. Before long, I had a slow rhythm going,
and Kelly had pulled her knees back enough that her feet were by my hips,
tilting herself up enough that I was pistoning straight in and out of her.
Not long after that, she was starting to hunch herself up toward me as she
continued to squeeze her breasts and pinch her nipples, eyes closed and
panting for breath.
With that sight for encouragement, I slowly started increasing my strokes,
pulling out until just the head was in her before driving back in until our
pelvises met. A few minutes later, I started varying my strokes: pulling out
until the end of my erection was barely held in place by her labia, and then
rapidly moving in-and-out through the mouth of her opening; pressing in a
short distance, withdrawing slightly, and pressing in again (two steps
forward, one back approach); changing the angle of my entry; withdrawing
some distance and then using short, rapid strokes to rabbit-fuck just a
small area of her tight sheath; entering her slowly and then withdrawing
quickly, or just the reverse, or some mixture of the two; or, as I'd done at
first, entering her completely, and then repeatedly bumping her clitoris
with my pelvic bone.
As she got progressively more aroused, I slowed the changes of what I was
doing, and gradually settled in to a steady, straightforward pistoning of
her wet channel; the liquid sounds of our union were clearly audible over
our panting, and her gasping and moaning and incoherent muttering. To my
surprise, as I started to feel myself approaching release, she suddenly
hunched herself up at me, nearly lifting me off the floor, before her
internal muscles clamped down on me as she started to orgasm. As she did, I
stopped my thrusting (tight as she was, I couldn't move much anyway!), and
lowered my head to kiss her face briefly before taking her shoulder in my
teeth and softly biting it in time with her spasms.
This orgasm wasn't as strong, and didn't last as long, as the others, but
she seemed happy with it - when she opened her eyes after it ended (and I'd
released her shoulder), she looked up at me and gave me one of the most
beatific smiles I'd seen in a long time. It didn't take her as long, either,
to realize that I was still inside her, and ready to continue. Sighing, she
told me "You never stop surprising me - very, very pleasantly!"
I smiled back at her, and gave a tentative press with my hips. Her eyes
closed, and she moaned slightly as she pressed back against me, before
opening her eyes again and saying "You obviously can, so if it's okay, I
want to try that dog position you told me about!"
"Sure, we can do that" - "I'll bet!" - "As soon as we change around a
little."
Teasing her, I pulled out in slow, reluctant stages, so that when I was
nearly free, she was hunched up toward me, trying to keep me inside her for
as long as possible. Finally, though, I broke free of her with a soft,
audible 'pop', and a small moan from her. I raised back up to a kneeling
position, and after a false start, she was kneeling in front of me - and
quickly wrapped her arms around me to give me a ferocious hug, letting go
before I could hug her back. Looking into my eyes, she said "I made the
right choice; you, and now, are just what I needed." before turning around
to put her hands on the floor - and giving me a wonderful shot of her small
tight ass, her smooth thighs, and the slightly-drooling slit they framed.
Looking back over her shoulder, she could see where my eyes were, and said,
"See anything you like?" with a mischievous tone.
I could only answer, with total honesty and conviction, "'Like' doesn't even
begin to describe it!"
"Then DO something about it, willya?" Clearly, she was ready to go - again.
Easing up behind her, I took myself in hand, and slid the end up and down
her furrow, getting a gasp for a reply, before placing the head securely
between her labia. As I reached for her hips, she pushed back against me,
hard enough that she took nearly a quarter of my length inside before I even
touched her. With my hands on her hips by then, I grasped them firmly, and
sank the rest of myself in her in one quick stroke, causing her to gasp yet
again before saying "Yes! Like that!"
Taking that as my cue, I pulled out, and rapidly pushed back into her hot,
damp, and ever-so-tight woman-place, eliciting a pleased grunt from her.
Again, only harder this time. An even happier grunt. Again, harder; same
result. Thus encouraged, I didn't hesitate any longer to give her a plain
old, Mark I fucking - nothing fancy, no 'tricks', no subtlety; just
ordinary, everyday _fucking_. It didn't take long before I was _almost_
pounding into her; even so, I could see the rippling of her ass and the
slight swaying of her breasts from the impact. Each time, she emitted a
happy grunt from the impact, and before long, was moaning and gasping and
almost shouting encouragement to me as her labia clasped at me, and her much
more ample fluids gradually soaked not only her mons, but my testicles and
even up to my own pubic area, matting it. As much as she was enjoying it, I
was too; but determined to keep going for her, I used every trick I could
think of to keep myself from starting down the slope to a climax. It worked,
but barely - I couldn't help but speed up my movements, and I was just
starting to feel the tingle of final stimulation in the end of my penis when
she had still another orgasm - this one stronger than any I'd seen yet.
She nearly screamed as it hit her, and her arms gave out, so that her head
and shoulders collapsed to the blanket as I simply pressed myself against
her as tightly as I could, struggling not to let the clasping of her sheath
draw me into my own climax. After the first few waves washed over her, she
managed to get back up on her elbows, gasping "Oh, God! Oh, God!" over and
over. I was able to lean forward enough to take her breasts in my hands and
firmly squeeze them and pinch and pull at her nipples, eliciting another
round of spasms in her - and through her vagina, around my
ever-so-close-to--unloading penis. Finally, though, enough had passed that
she started to softly collapse to the floor. I withdrew from her, and with
my penis pressed against her mons, followed her, so that when we were
finally down, I was resting on my elbows to keep my weight off her. My
sweat-slick front was in full contact with her equally slipper back, my legs
outside of hers, so that I effectively acted as a living blanket, keeping
her warm as she finished her recovery. My diamond-hard erection, eager for
release, rested between her ass cheeks, my now-blue balls grazing the
juncture of her thighs. Being who, and what, she was, she inspired me to
feats that I'd never before imagined that I'd be able to achieve - but there
I was, having helped her reach no less than 3 orgasms, and not unloading my
jism in her even _once_ in the process. I hoped - wished! - that I never
again found it necessary to even TRY to match what I'd done that afternoon.
It was a couple of minutes before I felt her start to stir under me, and I
lifted myself a bit, so that she could move around if she wanted.
Apparently, she didn't, judging by the disappointed noise she made, so I
lowered myself again, covering her with my body.
After a bit, she indicated that she wanted to turn over, so I raised myself
again. She quickly flipped over onto her back, and once there, reached up to
pull me down on top of her again, our faces close. She hugged me for a long
time, before releasing me to look up into my eyes.
"You are really something, you know it?" she asked.
"I could say the same about you - you really surprised me there, that last
time."
"How?"
"I really didn't think that you would want, or be ready for, that kind of,
uh, activity; when you were, and enjoyed it" - "Did I!" - "it surprised me.
Pleasantly so, you understand, but still surprised."
"Yeah, well, what surprised me was that you were able to, uh, 'do' me again
like that. Um, did you shoot this time? I couldn't tell."
"No, I haven't climaxed yet; I'm not surprised you couldn't tell - you DID
seem kind of 'distracted'!" I teased.
Her eyes got big, and she looked at me with concern, saying, "What are you,
some kind of robot or something? Why didn't you climax? Are you, uh, okay?
You know, *there*?"
"The answers to your questions, in order, are: no, I'm not some kind of
robot; I didn't climax because I was trying very hard NOT to, so that you
could enjoy what we were doing as much as possible; Yes, I'm okay 'there'; a
bit uncomfortable, but okay."
"You wanted to climax, but you didn't? How do you do that?"
"Uh, when my body starts telling me it's time to climax, I have to find ways
to distract myself, to kind of, you know, 'ignore' it."
"Doesn't that hurt or something?"
"No, the ignoring part doesn't hurt, but it's kind of uncomfortable
afterwards - I mean, my body has been telling me that it really *needs* to
climax, and when I don't let it, it kind of complains."
"You mean it hurts?" she asked, troubled.
"Well, not _hurts_ hurts, but more like gets real uncomfortable."
Slightly mollified, she said, "Is there anything I can do? You know, to, uh,
_relieve_ you?"
"Not just this moment, but the next time, I might climax before you do. I
hope you won't be disappointed, if I do, because that'll mean that I can't
go on afterwards."
She smiled at me, and said "After all you've done for me today? Not likely,
Mister! If you wanted me to, I'd be more than happy to take care of you
right now, and not do another thing the rest of the day! Hmmmph.
'Disappointed'!"
That said, she put her arms around me again, and still holding me, closed
her eyes for a bit.
When she opened them again, I saw a mix of apprehension and desire in them -
and when I raised my eyebrow, she hesitated a moment before asking "Dan?
Would you do something for me?"
"I don't know, that depends on what it is. I mean, if you want me to drive
you down to a tattoo parlor, the answer is 'no'", I kidded.
She ignored the joke, and continued, "Well, it's kind of, uh, unusual, I
think. There's something else I want to try, but I don't want to gross you
out or make you think I'm weird or anything."
"Kelly, you forget: I'm 43 years old, and spent several years in the Navy. I
seriously doubt that you could come up with anything that would actually
gross me out. Maybe what you want to do is unusual, maybe it's not; I *can*
promise you that I'm not going to think you're weird or anything. What is it
you want to try?"
Slightly comforted, she still hesitated before averting her eyes, and
saying, "Well, uh, when you had your finger, you know, in my butt? And I
liked it? I want to know how if would feel if you, um, made love to me
there, too."
"Kelly today is the first time you've ever experienced anything like that,
and the first time you've experienced making love. It's not weird or
anything, for a woman that has had more experiences than you; but it's
pretty unusual for someone as young as you. Are you really sure that you
want to try that, this soon?"
"Yeah, I'm sure. As much better as it felt between having your finger inside
me and your penis, I think having your penis in my butt would feel that much
nicer than your finger did."
"There's an important difference, though: your vagina gets wet, and
lubricates whatever you choose to have inside you - your butt doesn't do
that, and unless you're really careful, you can get hurt pretty bad. Besides
that, your vagina is meant to stretch the way it does, so that you can have
sex; your anus isn't. What happens if it turns out that you *don't* like
it?"
"I thought about that, Dan. If I don't like it, then I don't have to do it
again; but I'm never going to know if I like it or not if I don't try it at
least _once_. As for the lubrication part, wouldn't something like baby oil
or lotion or something be just as good?"
Obviously, she wasn't willing to be talked out of it. And I had to admit,
the idea did have more than a little appeal to me.
I finally gave in to it, and told her "Okay, Kelly, if you really want to
try it, we will - but the first time you feel any pain or unpleasantness or
anything like that, you tell me - I am *NOT* going to do anything that would
hurt you just so you can try a new experience. Got it?"
"Yes, Dan, I've got it. I don't want it to hurt, either, so you can be sure
I'll say something!"
"Okay, if that's settled, then we're going to need something to make it
easier."
"Uh, I've got some baby oil that I use on my skin after I shower; you said
that would work, didn't you?"
"Yeah, that'll be fine." I answered. Getting up, I said "Do you want to get
it, or should I?"
"I'd better go; it's in my backpack, and you'd never find it."
With that, she got up as well, and as she went past me, I patted her on the
butt and said "On your way back, you might want to run it through the
microwave for a few seconds - unless you LIKE cold oil on your butt!"
She paused briefly, laughed, and said "No, not particularly!" before giving
my still-erect, if somewhat sticky, penis a squeeze before taking off again.
Watching as her ass cheeks clenched and unclenched while she walked caused
me to twitch several times in anticipation of what was yet to come (pardon
the pun).
Shortly, I could hear the door to the microwave open, and perhaps ten
seconds later, the ding as it announced it was done. A moment later, I could
see Kelly appear in the doorway, and enjoyed the view as she walked toward
me: breasts jiggling *ever* so slightly, dark hair bouncing around her head,
the ebb and flow of her leg muscles as she walked, the sway of her hips, the
eager anticipation on her face as she got closer.
Handing me the bottle of warm oil, she looked at me, expectantly. I answered
by telling her "It's probably best if you get on your hands and knees, like
before. I'll do the oil part, and we can go from there, okay?"
She nodded her assent, and was soon on her hands and knees again, her cute
ass pointed at me as she looked over her shoulder; ready, if slightly
nervous.
I kneeled down too, and after opening the bottle, squirted a small puddle
into the palm of my hand, which I then laid at the top of the crack of her
ass, and tipping my hand a bit to allow the warm oil to trickle down between
her cheeks. Her eyes got wide as the oil seeped down the crack, and then
sliding over her anus. Using another, smaller, amount of oil, I repeated the
action, but this time, after letting it roll out of my hand, I spread her
cheeks slightly, and worked the oil around a bit, making sure it was well
distributed. Getting into it, she rested on her elbows, so that her ass
tilted up more, and bringing her pucker more into view.
Holding the bottle, I allowed a little bit to dribble out, directly on her
anus, causing her to flinch, then moan. Using my forefinger, I started
working it into the folds first, then, with a little more pressure, farther
and farther into her rosette, until, finally, I had the first digit of my
finger inside. She was moaning constantly now, and rocking herself back
toward me, so I didn't hesitate to drip more oil onto my finger as I worked
it in and out of her sphincter, getting her well lubricated.
When I judged that we had enough oil to last the duration, I pulled my
finger back out of her rectum, twisting it back and forth as I did so, and
earning a gasp and disappointed murmur as it popped free.
Squirting a little more of the cooling oil on my hand, I liberally applied
it to my erect penis, particularly the head. Satisfied that we were both as
ready as we could be, I sealed the bottle and set it aside, pausing to wipe
off the excess from my hand.
Easing forward, I used my hand to direct my erection down slightly, until it
was pointed at her nether entrance, then placing the head against it.
Seeming to realize that the angle was wrong, Kelly got back on her hands,
leveling things out and lining them up better. Pressing forward, I was
unable to wedge enough of her open to make my entry. Releasing the pressure,
I caressed her hip, and told her "Kelly, I know you're nervous, and maybe
even scared. I'm NOT going to force my way in, because that would hurt you.
If you want me to do this, you'll have to relax, and LET me in."
She nodded, and I could *see* her making a conscious effort to relax -
which, after a few moments, she did. Pressed against her, but not pressING
against her, I waited a bit longer, as she got more control, and eventually
calmed enough that I thought it worth making another try.
With her reduced tension, I again pressed myself against her, gently, so
that she would know I wasn't going to hurt her. She relaxed even more, then,
and I gradually increased my efforts, until, finally, I popped through - and
immediately stopped as she cried out. Holding very, very still, I waited to
see what she wanted to do: get used to the sensation, or end it. After a
bit, she told me "Yeah, that's it - just hold still for minute. I want to
get used to this, first."
I asked her "Kelly, are you okay? Am I hurting you? Are you sure you don't
want me to stop?"
"No! Don't stop! Just hold still, okay? THAT'S a lot bigger than your finger
was, and I just need a minute to get used to it. It doesn't hurt, exactly,
it just feels BIG back there, like that. Just give me a minute, okay?"
"Okay, whatever you want - a minute, two, five, whatever you need."
Satisfied that I wasn't going to move, she hung her head, and started
breathing deeply, in an effort to let herself loosen up. It worked, and
after a couple of minutes, I could feel her pressing back against me, when
she said, "It's okay, now. I think I'm okay with it, but go slow at first,
would you?"
"Anything you want, Kelly."
With that, I firmly, but carefully, increased the pressure, until I started
to slide into her again, slowly. She accepted it, and as I got further into
her, and as the sensation remained pretty much constant for her, relaxed
even more, until I was finally fully embedded in her ass. Once there, I
again stopped, both to give her time to adjust, and to savor the sensation
of having my entire length inside her incredibly tight back entry, and the
feel of her crinkled anus clamped so tightly around the base of my member.
Leaning forward a bit, I reached around her, to take her breasts in my
hands, squeezing them and playing with the nipples - not just for the sheer
pleasure of it, but also to try and distract her, and help her accept my
presence in so intimate an area. It seemed to help, because it wasn't but a
few minutes before I felt her again starting to move under - and around -
me, if only experimentally. Giving her some time to work out how it felt to
her, I continued to fondle and caress her breasts and nipples, until she
finally spoke to me again.
"WOW!"
"Wow good, I take it?"
"No, *I* took it - but yes, 'wow' GOOD." she giggled at her own joke.
"You've got a twisted sense of humor, Kelly - but I like it!" I laughed,
with her.
That said, we were quiet again for a while as she continued trying different
things: arching her back, moving from side to side, tightening and then
relaxing her anus, and so on. I waited, patiently, though getting more and
more aroused with each of her efforts. After a bit, she spoke to me again,
saying "Uh, Dan?"
"Yes, dear?"
"Uh, I think I'm ready to, uh, start now."
There wasn't any response that seemed appropriate, other than to grasp her
hips again, and start moving inside her; short, slow strokes at first, and
as she got used to the, gradually increasing the length and speed of my
actions, until I hit a rhythm that seemed to make both of us happy. Feeling
as good as it did, I didn't mind in the slightest when she reached back
between her legs and started playing with her clitoris, and sliding a finger
inside herself to keep it lubricated. Occasionally, she would reach further
back to play with my testicles as they swung forward, but mostly she kept
her attention on herself. That was fine with me, since the feeling of having
her tight, if now stretched, anus sliding up and down my length, and the
heat of her bowels wrapped around me was more than enough to please me. In
fact, it didn't take but a few minutes before I felt that 'old, familiar
feeling' settle in, and knew that this time, I was free to take it to
completion.
With the beginning of the end, so to speak, my pace started to increase, as
did my 'enthusiasm'; that told Kelly that it wouldn't be long, and she
redoubled her efforts on her clitoris, and in her vagina - while still
eagerly accepting my faster, harder thrusts into her. A very few minutes
later, I could feel the tightening in my balls, and pumping into her hard
enough to make her grunt with each entry, it wasn't long before I finally
went over the edge, spraying the inside of her bowels with the first of many
shots. It was apparently enough of a sensation for her that she reacted by
starting her own orgasm, causing her anus to clamp down on the base of my
still-spewing erection. The tightness of it was almost enough to stop my
flow - ALMOST enough to stop it. I'd delayed too many times, and the
sensations she was giving me were simply too much, and after only a
momentary delay, I continued to fire shot after shot of hot juice into her,
holding myself inside her until her spasms had passed, as well.
Exhausted, and thoroughly drained, I pulled my wilting member from her, and
nearly collapsed on the blankets, my head fortunately landing on one of the
pillows as I closed my eyes. After a bit, I felt her get up, then heard her
leave. The sound of water running, and then she was back, wiping my face
with a damp cloth before moving down to clean my now-shriveled and slightly
sore penis. Opening my eyes, I could see the affection and care and concern
on her face as she attended to me; and when she saw that I was watching, she
smiled at me with a depth of love I'd rarely seen on anyone's face.
Once finished with her tasks, she quietly lay next to me, half on, half off
my body. Snuggling into me, she simply lay there, letting me slowly drift
off to sleep. When I woke up again, she'd moved to the other side of me, but
assumed much the same position; glancing up at the clock, I could see that
we still had just short of an hour and a half before the earliest we could
expect Jan and the boys to return. Plenty of time to get the coroner here
for me.
When I tried to move a little, she realized I was awake again, and quickly
sat up, looking tenderly down at my face. Looking into her eyes, I could see
the concern she had for me.
I smiled up at her, and teased her, saying "First you try to kill me, and
NOW you're getting worried?"
Those beautiful eyes of hers crinkled as she grinned, and answered "Well,
you DID say I was in control; if you're not up to the work, then don't take
the job!" giving as good as she got.
I laughed, and said, "If I'd known I was going to work for an insatiable
slave-driver, I wouldn't have!"
She blushed a bit, and laughed in return, asking me "Was I *really*
insatiable?"
"If not, you didn't miss it by much. No, it's just that you're young and
feisty, and I'm old and worn out, is all."
"After giving me, what - five? - orgasms, and climaxing yourself only twice
- and one of those early on - DENYING yourself orgasms so that you could
give me more of them, you're going to try and tell me you're old and worn
out? I don't think so! If anything, you're mature, and reasoned in your
actions. You've given me more pleasure in the last" - she glanced at the
clock - "four and a half hours than I've experienced in the previous fifteen
YEARS."
Continuing, she said "Laying here, I realized that I've asked more from you
than I've asked from anyone in my LIFE - not just the making love part of
it, but the emotional and spiritual part, too; and the ONLY reason you've
hesitated to give it to me was because you _cared_ enough to not to want to
overload me, or let me get into a situation you knew I couldn't handle.
You've taught me things - not just the sex stuff - that I wouldn't have even
*guessed* at for a long time - if ever. Even the stuff I kinda-sorta knew, I
didn't have words for - until YOU gave them to me. Even if I accept that the
emotional and mental gifts you've given me haven't cost you anything - which
I'm not sure I believe - then the physical gifts cost you time and energy. I
can't _begin_ to tell you how grateful I am for those gifts, or how happy
and satisfied and just plain-old GOOD you've made me feel."
"If I was to get run over by a bus tomorrow, I'd die knowing that I'd at
least experienced a *taste* of life, if not it's full flavor. I'd die happy,
because I would KNOW what love is, and what it's like to love someone else
and be loved BY them. No, that old and worn out crap isn't going to fly,
this time. I wore you out - physically, at least, if not more." she ended,
crying.
"Kelly?"
"What?" she blubbered.
"Kelly, it's not you, okay?"
"What do you mean, it's not me?"
"It's not YOU that wore me out."
"What, you did it all by yourself?" she asked, sniffling.
"No. But you didn't do it, either."
"Then why the hell did you damn near pass out? Why the hell were you
sleeping for so long, then?"
"Because WE wore me out. Not you, not me, *we*."
"What do you mean?"
"If I hadn't been there, I couldn't have *gotten* worn out. If you hadn't
been there, I wouldn't have had any reason TO get worn out. So, it wasn't
YOU and it wasn't ME, it was US - together. You gave me the inspiration, but
it was MY decision to put so much effort into it. So there's no reason for
you to feel bad. If anything, I figure that I should be thanking YOU, for
giving me the chance to get such a wonderful aerobic workout!" I teased.
She'd stopped crying, but her nose was still a little runny - she still
looked lovely to me, in spite of it - and when she finally started laughing,
she made a snuffling noise that embarrassed her, and made her laugh even
more. Grabbing a tissue from the table at the end of the couch, she blew her
nose, and then used a cloth to wipe her face before lying back down, next to
me, and putting her arm across my chest.
"Kelly?"
"Yes?"
"Thank you."
"For what?"
"For this experience we've had this afternoon. It's been a long, long time
since I, uh, was physical with a virgin, or someone as willing to learn and
experience as you. The last time I was with a virgin, I was young enough
that I didn't have the wisdom to do it, or enjoy it, properly. You've given
me a chance to make up for that foolishness, and it's for that that I thank
you."
"It was my pleasure!" she giggled into my side.
'I'm glad to hear that. And what you said about what you say I've taught
you?"
"Yeah?"
"Thank you for letting me know that you were listening, and that it not only
had an impact, but a good one. It's nice to be able to see the results,
sometimes."
I could feel her smiling into my side, and she said, "It's okay. I didn't
mean to blow up like that, but you kinda got me going."
"Fair enough. We're back to where we were before, then? My feelings aren't
hurt, and yours aren't?"
"Nope."
"Good. We've had too good of a time this afternoon" - "Damn straight!" - "to
be upset with each other."
We lay like that, comfortable with each other, for a little while, until I
noticed that we only had a little under an hour before the 'early' deadline.
It seemed that Kelly was a little tired, as well - I had to say her name a
couple of times before she woke up, and answered me.
"I'm sorry to say it, but we're running out of time, dear. I think we can
probably squeeze in a shower - together, if you want - and get the place
straightened up before everyone gets back."
She groaned, but said, "Yeah, I suppose we have to. Shower together, you
said?" she asked, perking up.
"Yes, but we'll have to keep the grab-assing down to a minimum, though!"
Sitting up, she managed to fake a tolerable 'indignant' look while she
replied "I *never* grab-ass!"
I snorted, and said, "Sure - unless you think you can get away with it!" -
and completely destroying her effort to look serious, as she started
laughing, with me joining her.
Reluctantly, we both got up, and headed for the shower. Yes, there was some
grab-assing - both figuratively and literally - by both of us, but we did
manage to keep it to a minimum - the one shower only took us half an hour.
We dried off quickly (well, kinda quickly), and were soon back in the den,
dressing, and then cleaning up the area we'd used, and opening some windows
to help thin the light, but distinct, smell of sex.
That done, we had time enough to get ourselves a couple of sodas and get
involved in a movie on TV before everyone got back shortly before 7:00. When
they came in, Jan's eyes immediately went to Kelly, who met her look, and
nodding slightly. Jan's eyes got large as saucers, and she looked over at me
with something akin to awe in her eyes. As the boys started to tell me about
their soccer practice, and then the movie they'd been to see, Jan and Kelly
eased their way back to her room, where I could hear the door close. I, of
course, was going to be one of the topics of discussion; I'd pretty much
expected it anyway, from their friendship.
The boys finished their description of the day, and headed off to their room
for a while, leaving me alone in the den, where I turned on some music, and
lay down on the couch. Listening to the music, I drifted into a half-sleep,
interrupted a while later by the boys coming in to wish me good night as
they headed for bed. Perhaps twenty minutes later, Jan and Kelly came out to
join me in the den - both dressed in their robes, making me wonder if
something was up.
When they were seated, they both noticed the concern on my face, looked at
each other and giggled, before opening the tops of their robes to show me
that they were dressed for bed, underneath. That question resolved - and my
mind greatly eased! - they settled into the chairs they'd taken.
Looking at Kelly, I asked her "Are you okay?"
She smiled, and said "Yeah. A little sore in places, but it's a *good* kind
of sore. Besides, it brings back some nice memories! How about you?"
"Oh, nothing a little rest won't cure." I reassured her, continuing by
telling her "As for the soreness, I think you might have a different opinion
of it, tomorrow."
"Why?"
"Ever ridden a horse?"
"Yeah."
"Remember what it felt like, the next day?"
"Yeah - uh-oh. You mean I might feel like that, tomorrow?"
"It's a very distinct possibility that you'll experience a similar effect,
if in a different place or two." - that earned me a mild blush, from BOTH of
them, interestingly - "If you do, I think your best bet would be to work it
off - and no, not *THAT* way!" I teased.
Kelly nodded her understanding, and said "Well, from the way I feel right
now, I don't know that I'd want a repeat any time soon, anyway. Later,
certainly, but not soon!"
Jan was looking at me during that, clearly amazed at the reports of what I'd
done with - and to - Kelly. Surprisingly, though, there didn't seem to be
the slightest trace of jealousy or regret. If anything, I thought I detected
a bit of envy, but certainly nothing more than that.
Turning to Jan, I said "Jan, I expect that Kelly has already said it, but I
wanted to thank you, too, for keeping Leo and John occupied this afternoon.
It let Kelly and I have the time we needed to make her first time more
pleasant and enjoyable; and if she hasn't already, she has my permission to
tell you why *I* was grateful for the opportunity, as well." Here, they both
flushed slightly, telling me that there weren't many secrets between them,
if any at all - obviously, Kelly had repeated what I'd said about wanting to
make up for my youthful ignorance.
Jan smiled at me, and said "It's okay, Uncle Dan. Someday, *I'm* going to
want it to happen to me, too - well, maybe not ALL of it - and I hope that
when it happens, the person is as good with me as you were with Kelly. And I
want to thank you for all you've done for me, and for Kelly. I know she's
told you what she wants to, but I wanted you to know that I appreciate you
helping my very best friend, too."
That said, they both got up, and moved toward me. With Kelly holding back a
bit, Jan reached me first, and leaned down to place a soft kiss on my lips
while she held my face in her hands. When the kiss broke, I could see the
love in her eyes, and smiled to her, and told her "I love you, Jan." She
nodded, and stood up, moving to the side a bit so Kelly could move in.
Kelly, too, kissed me softly on the lips, but put her hands on my chest.
When she drew back, I saw love in her eyes, as well, and she told me "Thanks
for a very special first time, Dan. I'll always cherish the memories of it."
"You're welcome, Kelly. You'll always hold a special place in my heart and
thoughts."
Standing, Kelly moved back, and together, they headed toward Jan's room,
where I heard the door close a bit later.
Tired, and amazingly content, I lay back down, and soon fell into a deep,
satisfying sleep.
After my experience with Kelly, both girls were more than happy to spend
time together; and particularly with me. I continued to pull Responsible
Adult Figure duty for Paul when he was out of town on business trips, though
now mostly for the sake of the boys, Leo and John, than for Jan. At my
suggestion, she'd started talking to Paul about some of the things that were
going on in her life, at school, and so on; the result was that he'd come to
learn that she had a pretty good head on her shoulders, and had a lot of
maturity for her age (which, of course, I could easily have verified, if not
for fear that Paul would kill me if he ever found out how I'd learned it!).
With her increased freedom and responsibilities, Jan had flourished, and
shown that she could handle it, and each time she did, earned herself a bit
more freedom, and so on. The trick was that Paul trusted Jan to be
responsible for herself; he didn't figure she was *quite* up to handling her
brothers, as well - no matter how well behaved they were (most of the time).
For her part, Kelly asked a couple of times if we could get together again,
but I'd always begged off on the excuse of work, or other plans. Not that I
wouldn't have enjoyed it, mind you, but I was determined not to do anything
with Kelly that could conceivably hurt Jan.
So it was that several times, I'd be at Paul's place, with the boys involved
in various nearby athletic events (usually at the park a couple blocks
away), with Jan and Kelly keeping me company - usually snuggled up next to
me on the couch in the den, watching a movie. With spring in full bloom, and
easing it's way into summer, the girls were almost invariably dressed in
shorts (or short skirts) and lightweight tops (tank tops or T-shirts). The
result was that it was always easy for me to caress a smooth, firm thigh or
hold a firm, braless breast. They usually had a hand inside my shirt
tickling my chest hairs or just laying on a pectoral muscle, or on my thigh
(and if one or both was frisky, holding or caressing my penis through my
pants).
One memorable evening, we were sitting there, watching "9 1/2 Weeks" (they
usually chose the movie, a medium-to-hard 'R') when Kelly looked up at me
and asked straight out if she could spend the 4th of July holiday with me -
at MY place.
When she said that, Jan looked up, and asked, "Yeah, Uncle Dan! That's a
good idea! Kelly's folks will be gone on a cruise for a week, and she'll be
home alone. If she could stay with you a couple days, she wouldn't be so
lonely at home. And I *know* she wants to spend some more 'private' time
with you!"
Why did I get the feeling that the whole thing had been orchestrated?
After a bit of badgering, and a little negotiation, I finally capitulated,
and agreed - but ONLY after satisfied that Jan really was okay with the idea
of Kelly and I being alone together. As much fun as Kelly was, Jan was my
best friends daughter, and as much a daughter to me as if she'd been mine.
Not in any size, way, shape, or form would I knowingly or willingly do
_anything_ to hurt her, in any way.
With that settled, the girls shared a look, and we went back to watching the
movie - though the girls and I were soon molesting each other more than
usual.
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Between the time that Jan and Kelly ambushed me about letting Kelly stay
with me during the 4th of July holidays and the time of the event, Jan
reassured me several times that she was fine with it, without any
questioning or prompting by me (or, to my knowledge, Kelly). She and Kelly
had been best friends for nearly two thirds of their young lives, and knew
each other about as well as two people could. I trusted that Jan was
sincere, and knew what she was saying, but have to admit that the
reassurance made me feel better.
Soon enough, it was the start of the holiday - and as agreed, Kelly turned
up at my door late in the afternoon. A few months older than Jan, she
already had her license, and her parents - ever willing to spend money on
her, rather than time WITH her - had bought her a shiny new VW Beetle for
her birthday, in her choice of a bright yellow. When *I'd* asked her what
she wanted for her birthday, Kelly had told me that I'd already given it to
her, the afternoon we'd had together - enthusing that it had been the best
present she'd gotten, ever, from anyone (which made me feel rather pleased
with myself for several days).
After I'd let her in, she seemed a bit nervous, but still comfortable about
the situation. I got her something to drink - a beer, at her request - and
we chatted for a bit, during which time she said that she'd parked around
the corner a bit, so that anyone seeing her car might think that it wasn't
HER car. I pointed out that it was as likely to be towed or stolen left out
like that, and said that she was more than willing to park it in my
driveway; or, if she was worried about getting me in trouble, in my garage.
She agreed, and having had only a few sips of her beer, I was willing to let
her get it, after she said she'd rather park it in the garage. So, a couple
minutes later, I had the garage door open when she pulled into the driveway,
and then into the garage, stopping next to my Volvo. Once the garage door
closed, she seemed to calm down considerably, and after getting out of her
car, planted a kiss on me that damn near curled my toes. After that, I
wasn't reluctant about holding her asscheek in my hand as we went back into
the main part of the house. I had a smallish (a touch under 3000 square
foot) 3-bedroom, 2-bath house, with one of the bedrooms set up as a home
office/lab that I used as part of my business as an independent engineer (I
focused on distributed control/automation systems). Once settled back into
the 'family' room, we settled down to just talk for a little while. As
intelligent as she was, and incredibly mature at 16, we got along
surprisingly well, despite our nearly 30-year age difference: we'd found
that we were quite comfortable sitting and talking, or - most amazingly of
all - simply being together; reading, listening to music (she'd learned an
appreciation of my preferred Classical music), or simply sitting there.
After a while, I offered to give a tour of the place, and she readily
agreed. Starting in the room we were in, I explained all the things that I'd
had done to the place. From there, to the living room area, then to the
'spare' bedroom that I'd actually furnished as a bedroom, if sparsely. Then
to my home office, which seemed to impress her mightily - "How much is all
this stuff *worth*?" , "Oh, new, it cost probably somewhere between a
hundred-fifty and two hundred thousand; it's worth less now." - when she saw
all the test equipment, my intranet, computers, and all the electronics. The
master bedroom was next, where she saw that I lived a fairly simple
lifestyle with fairly simple tastes: Queen-sized bed, simple - but
high-quality - furnishings, plain designs for linens and such. Then on to
the kitchen, which was equipped as expected, but laid out better than most.
It was there that she finally noticed that as we'd walked through the house,
lights had come on and then gone off without me touching any switches, and
that the kitchen had a touch screen LCD display. Asking me about it, I
explained that the house was a semi-custom design, and custom built: I'd
deliberately had it constructed in such a way as to make adding a home
automation and control system easy. From there, I had to explain that the
house was able to detect people, and switched lights on and off as
necessary, as well as monitoring the time of day, weather, and so on to
minimize energy consumption; it was even able to 'remember' what my routine
was, and simulate it (with minor variations) while I was gone, so as to
convince a potential burglar that I was actually home. I even had to
demonstrate the voice-controlled distributed audio/video and communications
systems by standing in the middle of the kitchen, calling Jan on the phone,
and talking to her without touching anything, and having an HBO channel
display on the LCD screen in the kitchen. .She went on to ask about the
house itself, and I had to tell her the story of how I'd had to fight with
the designer to get permission to modify it from his original plans to
something *I* could use, and then tried 3 different builders before I found
an independent willing to do the quality kind of job I wanted, as opposed to
the minimum-standard called 'The Code'. She even laughed when I told her how
I'd walked out on one builder after he tried to slip me a contract that fell
back on 'the code', rather than committing to the higher standards *I*
wanted. The house had wound up costing me nearly 25% more than its 'to code'
equivalent, but was fully twice the quality. When she asked about whether or
not I was worried about someone coming in and stealing everything, I had to
show her the basics of the security system, including the high-tech ring I
wore that literally talked to one of the computers in the office and opened
the door FOR me (even though I did have high-security key-operated locks for
emergency backup, I'd never had to use them). She finally realized that
despite the high-tech look, all of it was very livable for people, and
energy-efficient, what with 12" outside walls, solar supplemented energy,
and all the other features I'd designed in.
Following that, she had to know what it was that I did for a living, and I
explained to her that I was an independent engineer, specializing in
distributed and automated control systems. As such, I made enough to keep
myself comfortable, without having to worry about having the time to do
things that I wanted to - my customers were an extremely loyal bunch, having
learned that my higher prices were more than paid for by the higher quality
and reliability of my work.
We eventually found our way back to the family room, and continued our
conversation.
"Dan, why did you say that I could park in your driveway, instead of letting
me park my car where I did?"
"Because I'm not too worried about anyone saying anything about you being
here."
"Not even my folks? Why not?"
"I don't mean any offense, but I figure it this way: if your folks were
worried, they would have made other arrangements BEFORE they left on their
cruise. If anyone else sticks their face in it, I just tell them to buzz off
- it's none of their business."
'But what if my parents *did* find out? Or DO find out?"
"If they really objected, then I suspect that I'd have to get lawyers
involved - I'd probably try Susan's dad, first. I think the argument could
be made that you're old and mature enough to be making your own decisions,
considering how you've said that your parents are to you. And if it *really*
got bad, and you didn't object, the argument could be made that their lack
of attention and concern constituted neglect, if not outright abuse, and
that your time with me - setting aside any physical contact - was supportive
and caring."
"I don't know if I'd want my Mom and Dad described that way, but if it was
them or you, then I'd let it happen. They've never beaten me, or anything
like that; it was more like they just really didn't want to be bothered,
like I was taking up too much of their time. Not like you - I mean, all
we've done so far has been *talk*; you spend more time talking to me than my
parents do, and about more important stuff. And even when it's not about
important stuff, you talk to me like I've got a brain and can understand
what you're talking about. I mean, even when you were telling me about your
house, and all the stuff you've done to it, you told me what was going on
without using baby-talk."
"Kelly, I like you for YOU, who you are inside. You're smart, you're more
grown up than a lot of the so-called adults I know, you're pretty - very
much so! - but that's not why I like spending time with you."
"I'll say! I've been here what, a couple of hours, now? - and you *still*
haven't jumped my bones yet; all you've done has been play with my butt for
a little bit after I put my car in the garage!"
I laughed, and said "Well, that's not _entirely_ my fault, now, is it? After
all, YOU were the one that decided to plant yourself in the family room and
talk, and then you just *had* to have the tour of the place - and didn't say
or do anything, even when I showed you BOTH bedrooms. So if you're not
getting the kind of reception you want, you've got to be a little more
explicit about what you want - you KNOW that I'm not the kind of guy to just
start humping your leg or anything just cause you're in the room!"
She laughed, too, and replied "Yeah, yeah, yeah. Okay, you want 'explicit'?
How's THIS!" - stood up, unzipped the sundress she was wearing, and let it
drop - revealing that she didn't have a thing on under it.
Yeah, that was pretty explicit - from her trim calves and thighs, to the
soft, dark cloud at their juncture to the soft, curved hips to the trim
waist to the firm, flat belly to the swells of her firm, half-a-large-orange
sized breasts with their dark nipples, to the soft shape of her shoulders,
to her slender neck, to her cute face with the incredibly beautiful hazel
eyes, to her straight black hair. With the warmer weather, she'd apparently
gotten a head start on a summer tan; even with her olive complexion, I could
see slightly paler areas around her breasts and pelvis where her (obviously
bikini) swimsuit covered her.
With a smile on my face at the defiant look she had, I calmly stood up, and
took my clothes off, as well - though more slowly because of having more
than just the one item to discard. Eventually, though, I was as ready as she
was, if less appealing. She walked over to me, and we hugged for a bit, her
head tucked neatly under my chin, allowing me to smell the fragrance of her
shampoo, and warm, fresh girl.
When we separated, I stepped back a bit, and sat down, pulling her -
kneeling - down onto my lap. More evenly situated, we started kissing. First
softly, then more and more passionately, until we were all but fused
together at the lips and tongue. Eventually, though, we did have to break -
if more from a need for oxygen, than wanting to.
When we did break, I had to assure her "Kelly, we've got the next couple of
days, so there's no hurry on any of this. Let's just take it easy, and
_enjoy_ the time and situation. I promise, it will make for a happier time
and better memories."
She smiled, and blushed a little, and replied by saying "Yeah, I suppose so.
But it's been so long since that first time, and I *really* want us to be
together!"
"That's fine, I understand, and even agree. But that doesn't mean we have to
rush into it, either. Remember the fun we had last time?"
"You bet I do!"
"Ask yourself this: would it have been as much fun it we'd only had ONE
hour, or even two, instead of the whole afternoon?"
"Uh, no, I guess not. Okay, I understand what you're saying."
"Good. Now we can just let what happens, happen. No pressure, no hurry, no
muss, no fuss. We'll make love while you're here. But that's what we'll do:
make LOVE, not just have sex, nice as that is sometimes. There's no pressure
or hurry on any of it. Take your time, and savor the time and experiences we
have together."
With that, she seemed to understand that her time with me was precious - to
BOTH of us, and relaxed a bit. And with that relaxation, she was less
demanding, and being less demanding, she was better able to enjoy the
experiences we had over the next couple of days. Such as
Making love on the couch. I was sitting, and she planted herself in my lap,
leaning back against my chest. We sat there like that while watching a movie
on TV; I started with my hands on her hips, and eventually moved them so
that I was holding her on my lap. Not satisfied, she soon pulled them up so
my arms were crossed and my hands holding her breasts as my growing erection
started pressing against her mons. Gently squeezing her breasts and tweaking
her nipples, I started kissing her shoulders, and before long, she was
wriggling around, until the head of my penis was pressing against her
opening, and then with a little more wriggling and a few up and down
movements, inside her. As she slowly raised and lowered herself on me, I
reached a hand down to slowly and softly caress her erect and prominent
clitoris. We continued like that for perhaps 20 minutes before she finally
peaked. As her inner muscles milked me, it was enough to trigger my own
climax, and I flooded her hot, tight tunnel with my spray.
Making love on the floor, in front of the fireplace. We'd showered after the
couch incident, dried off, and were laying in front of a small fire in the
fireplace when she got it into her head that she wanted a condensed repeat
of the first afternoon we'd had together: she started by taking me into her
mouth and softly sucking me to erection, then quickly squatting over me.
Once ready, she slowly lowered herself onto my saliva-slick rod, seating
herself firmly into my lap. She paused a bit, then began humping herself
over me, sliding my erection nearly all the way out before swiftly and
firmly re-seating herself. After a few minutes of that, she dismounted me,
and pulled me up to a seated position before moving to the side and getting
on her hands and knees, telling me "Do me! Like this!". Ever obliging, I
did. Remembering how she'd reacted the first time I'd had her this way, I
wasn't gentle with her - just as she'd wanted, judging from the moans and
gasps she released. When I started to get close to climaxing, she noticed
the increased effort, and after a bit, stopped me, saying "No! Don't shoot
yet. I want you the other way, too!". I withdrew, and she quickly lay down
and rolled onto her back, spreading her legs and drawing her knees up,
making herself easily accessible to me. I laid over her, and she reached
down to guide me into position, where I quickly pressed myself home, merging
our pubic hair. I quickly resumed my previous rhythm, but having had a
chance to draw back from the edge a bit, was better able to apply myself to
maximizing her pleasure. After a few minutes, I reached down to lever her
knees over my arms, so that her pelvis was tilted up to me, allowing me to
enter her as deeply and easily as possible. Once in that position, I was
soon almost pounding straight into her, causing her to grunt with each
impact of my pelvic bone against her clitoris. As I felt my balls tighten
up, Kelly began her orgasm; with my pounding against her, her orgasm was
among the strongest I'd ever seen, and the clutching of her vagina was
finally enough to trigger me into my own release - I pumped what seemed like
quarts of semen into her before finally collapsing over her, still careful
to keep my weight off her. We lay like that for several minutes, until my
softening penis finally popped free of her, releasing a wave of our combined
juices to soak our still-merged pubic hair.
Waking up on the receiving end of some truly outstanding oral sex. Sated for
the evening, Kelly and I had showered again, and (still nude) spent the rest
of the evening listening to music. When we were both finally sleepy enough,
we went to bed - together. Snuggling next to each other, we fell asleep in
the classic spoon position, her cute fanny tucked neatly into my lap, my
semi-erect penis securely resting between her ass cheeks. When I woke up in
the morning, it was to the feeling of her warm mouth wrapped around my erect
penis as she slowly moved her head up and down on it. When she realized I
was awake, she smiled at me as best she could, and with a twinkle in her
eye, moved around so that I could reach her butt and mons. For some reason,
she didn't want to move so that I could return the favor, so I had to
content myself with massaging her clitoris, and sliding a finger or two into
her vagina. The more I did it, the more excited she seemed to get, judging
from the wetness. Getting an idea, I carefully applied some of her wetness
to a finger, and began massaging her anus. Gradually, I increased the amount
of lubrication available, until I was finally able to insert a finger -
while keeping two more in her vagina. That done, I quickly went to work
pumping them in and out of her, both at the same time for a while, then
see-sawing them; having both holes stimulated that way soon had her doing
everything she could to finish me: applying an incredible amount of suction
to my penis, using her tongue to tickle different parts of it, taking as
much of me into her mouth as she could (not quite deep-throating me), It
didn't take long with such mutual stimulation before I had to warn her of my
impending climax. Her vocal acknowledgement (the humming created a vibration
that was *quite* pleasing!) was enough to trigger it - in moments, I'd
blasted the first of several shots of cum into her eager mouth as she
swallowed and sucked on me as best she could. About the time I started to
soften, my efforts at her nether regions were rewarded by the feeling of
both her openings clamping down on my fingers. Though unable to move them in
and out, I was free to wiggle them inside her, causing her second spasm to
be nearly as strong as her first, and the next to be only slightly less
powerful. Eventually, though, they stopped, and I was able to ease my digits
from her - and getting a few more shudders as I did so.
When she'd caught her breath, she moved back around, so that she was lying
next to me. She held my soft, sticky penis in her hand as she lay on her
side, her head on my shoulder. I put an arm around her so that my hand was
on her ribs, just below the curve of her breast, and kissed her on top of
her head.
As we lay there, she told me "I really didn't understand how much you were
trying to make this place nice to live in until last night."
"What do you mean?"
"I got up once to go get a drink of water, and as I was going to the
kitchen, some blue lights in the walls came on, but *real* low - enough to
let me see where I was going, but not enough to make me blind, you know? And
when I got to the kitchen, even those lights didn't come on all the way;
only about a quarter, maybe. I could see enough to get a glass and
everything, but it still wasn't enough to hurt my eyes. Then, later, I had
to go to the bathroom, and as I got close to it, some of that same kind of
blue light came on inside, in the ceiling. It was like a nightlight, but
easier to see in. I went inside, and closed the door, and that one light was
enough to let me find everything. Then, this morning, when I started to get
out of bed, that computer voice told me what time it was, and what the
weather was outside, and asked me if I was ready for coffee. I don't drink
it, but I know you do, so I went ahead and told it yes. I had to repeat it a
couple times, but it eventually told me 'OK'. A little later, I could smell
coffee brewing!"
"Yeah, that's 'MABEL', the voice-activated computer.", I told her.
"Mabel?"
"Yeah - MABEL, as in Machine Access By English Language - M, A, B, E, L."
"Oh! How cute!"
"C'mon. You were there yesterday when I showed you how I could make a phone
call and call up a cable channel on the screen in the kitchen. Each time, I
started out by saying 'MABEL'. What did you think I was saying?"
"Uh, I just thought that was some kind of code word, you know, to get the
machine's attention or something."
"Well, it does do that, but it's also the name of the system I designed.
When you had to repeat yourself, that was its way of learning to recognize
your voice. The next time it asks you a question, it will be able to accept
your answer faster. The down side is that as you start giving it commands,
you'll have to repeat them a couple time at first, as it learns how to
recognize your entire voice, and not just a few words. You can help it by
keeping your instructions simple."
"How?"
"For example, instead of telling her - I know it's a machine, but I think of
it as a 'her' - 'turn on the TV to 'All My Children' at eleven', you would
wait until the right time, and simply say 'mabel, TV, here, on, channel
ten'."
"What's the difference?"
"Mabel has enough 'smarts' to be able to figure out what you want from what
you say - as long as she recognizes your voice. But until she can do that,
you would have to repeat the instructions several times so she could
recognize the individual words. You can get the results you want faster,
while still helping her learn, by using the fewest words to get the idea
across. Once she knows your voice, you could use the first instruction - she
would 'parse' it to mean the second one. The difference between the two is
that the first is easier for us humans to say, while the second is easier
for Mabel to understand - even though both mean the same."
"Yeah. By making it easy on 'Mabel' for a little while at first, that makes
it easier for me later, for an even longer time."
"That pretty much sums it up."
"So how come Mabel doesn't answer up every time one of us says her name,
Dan?"
"The system is programmed so that the name has to be said first, with
emphasis, and a bit more loudly. Kind of like you would do if you were
trying to tell one person in a group to do something."
"Sure, that makes sense. How did you design this? I mean, how did you know
what you wanted to do, and how to make it happen?"
"It was pretty simple, actually. There has been home control and automation
stuff around for a long time. It was mostly older technology that was meant
to just plug into an existing electrical system, and use that wiring to
communicate. I looked at what that system was able to do, and then figured
out how to do the same things better. Since I was building the house from
scratch, I didn't have the limit of only being able to use the electrical
system to communicate. That meant that I could design in a lot more
efficiency and flexibility by running wiring specifically for what I planned
to do. That I was able to do it in such a way that it also used the same
wiring as I wanted for the computers just made it easier and more
convenient. Cheaper even, since I could electrically 'glue' common parts
together to do what I wanted. Remember, that's what I do for a living, so
it's all pretty much second nature to me by now!"
Pretty much satisfied, Kelly let the subject go, and we lay there for quite
a while before she spoke again.
"Dan?"
"Yes, dear?"
"It's okay with you if Mabel learns to recognize my voice?"
"Sure, why not?"
"I mean, for her to learn my voice, doesn't that mean that I would have to
be here for a while before it was any use?"
"Yes. Why?"
"Then doesn't that mean that you expect me here more? That it's okay if I'm
here more than just this one time?"
"Yup, that's what it means. Not that I *expect* you here more, only that
you're welcome to be here more, if you want. I'm not trying to demand
anything from you, only to let you know that if YOU want, you're welcome to
come back again."
"What about Jan?"
"Jan has her own family; you don't. And close as Jan and I are, it's not as
close as you and I are, I think; and in a different way. I love her more
like a daughter; you I love more like a friend or lover. Don't worry,
though, about her - if you *do* come back" - "I will!" - "then I'll talk to
her about it, and explain, if I have to. If she gets upset - I don't think
she will, but if she does - then it might be necessary for both of us to get
with her and discuss it."
"Uh, would it help if I talked to her first? As her best friend?"
"It wouldn't hurt, I suppose."
A little bit later, Kelly was surprised when Mabel informed us that the
coffee was old, and cautioning us (me) that it might burn the pot. I used
that as an excuse to get both of us up and into the shower before heading
into the kitchen (still nude) for a late breakfast of croissants and coffee
(me) and tea (Kelly).
Kelly and I spent the rest of the holiday in the house, dressing only
briefly to answer the door for food deliveries - pizza and Chinese food on
the two other evenings we spent together. With no pressures, we were able to
enjoy each others company the whole time - sometimes content to simply lay
on the bed and listen to music, other times sharing the couch for a movie,
or each of us reading, or even joining in the lost art of having simple
conversations with each other. We had several intimate times together, as
well. A few times, I'd use my mouth and hands on her to bring her to climax
without actually making love to her; sometimes she'd do the same to me. A
couple times we went into full-blown lovemaking sessions that lasted an hour
or better; and on one occasion, we partook in a mutual masturbation that
left us both thoroughly drained and exhausted. All in all, it was a
friendly, comfortable, affectionate weekend, with periods of intimacy mixed
in, versus a sex marathon held together with recovery periods. By the time
she left, I felt as close to her as I had anyone in my entire life - and
given her one of the electronic 'keys' to my house, in the form of a fob for
her key ring, so as to remain less obvious than the ring I wore.
As she was leaving, Kelly stopped to give me one of her patented ferocious
hugs before looking up at me with tears in her eyes. When I looked at her in
concern, she simply smiled at me, and said "This was the nicest time I've
had with anybody - except for our first afternoon; and even that was
different than this. You were right, taking it easy and savoring the
experience just made it better. I love you more now than I ever loved
anybody. Not just for the making love - that was great! - but for the
intimacy of your *life* that you shared with me. If you're not careful, you
just might have me around here all the time!"
"Kelly, I enjoyed it too, for pretty much the same reasons. And what makes
you think that I would object to having you around here all the time? You're
smart, you're pretty, you brighten any room you're in, and I love you, too."
Smiling, but with her eyes still sparkling from tears, she hugged me again -
more gently this time - and kissed me softly before getting into her car. I
opened the garage door, and she backed out, on her way to the house she
shared with her parents.
---------- ---------- ----------
It was a couple of days after Jan's birthday (Paul had bought her a
gently-used VW Rabbit, I a genuine eighth-carat diamond for her bracelet),
and Paul and I were sitting on the patio having a beer together. It was
early evening, and we'd been having a 'mild spell', so the temperature was
cool enough to make the patio worthwhile, but still warm enough to make the
beer taste good. We'd been there for an hour or so when Jan came out to join
us, sitting on the bench that diagonally faced the chairs we were sitting
on.
"Daddy, can we talk a minute?"
"Sure, Pumpkin. What's on your mind?", Paul answered.
"Well, I'm 16 now" - "yeah, I kinda noticed that!", Paul teased - "and I
think I'm pretty mature for my age."
"Yes, you are - that's why you've got your own car, and I haven't told you
where or when you can drive it.", Paul replied.
"Well, I think I'm old enough to make some other decisions for myself, too."
Paul responded, "Yeah, you _probably_ are.", with a trace of suspicion in
his voice.
"Well, there's something I've decided that I think I need to tell you
about."
"And that is?", Paul asked, now definitely suspecting something is going on
that he's not going to like.
"I've decided that I don't want to be a virgin anymore."
At that, Paul had a coughing fit while I decided everything in the back yard
needed my detailed examination - everything, that is, but Paul and Jan. I
tried generating an "I'm not here" field around myself, using sheer will
power.
When his coughing finally stopped, Paul looked at her, and said "And how did
you reach this decision?"
"Daddy, I'm *16*. I see all the sexy ads on TV, I've seen the nudity and
'sexual situations' on movies, I hear the sex lyrics in songs - yes, even
the Country Western you like! - and all the rest of it. Daddy, all that sex
talk and everything is all around - did you really think I wasn't going to
catch on, sooner or later? And want to find out what it was all about? This
isn't the _Fifties_, for goodness sake; you can't pretend that it doesn't
happen! I mean, watch just ONE 'Victoria's Secret' ad on TV, and you know
_something_ is going on."
"So why are you telling me this?"
"Because I want to be honest with you, and when it happens, you know that I
didn't lose my mind, or that I got drunk or stoned and someone took
advantage of me. I'm telling you so that you know that I'm being mature
about it, and not doing it from a passing desire, or anything like that.
Daddy, I've really, *really* _thought_ about it. I KNOW that once it
happens, I can't undo it. I KNOW that it will change me, forever - not just
physically, but mentally and all the rest."
"Okay, you've thought it through, and made your decision. But you didn't
have to tell me ahead of time, so why are you *really* telling me this now?"
She paused a moment, and I started to take a hit from my Michelob when she
said "Because I want Uncle Dan to be the one."
Beer came out my nose.
Which, of course, precipitated a coughing/sneezing fit.
When it was over, I was still red-faced, eyes watering, and had a runny nose
- and could see that Jan was intently watching Paul, who was looking at me
as though the whole thing had been MY idea somehow, and he was ready and
willing to kill me for it, right on the spot.
I all but shouted "No fu- rigging way!". I'd never sworn around the kids,
but this was more provocation than I'd ever had before, too.
Jan looked a bit hurt by that - the expression on her face almost broke my
heart - but I really NEEDED to get the point across to Paul that I had no
intentions or plans to ravage this delicate flower of his loins. It took a
bit, but once satisfied that I wasn't going to rip her clothes off right on
the spot and rape her before his very eyes, he seemed to understand that
this was NOT something I'd come up with, and turned back to look at her.
Taking full advantage of the break, I stood up, told them "Look, this is
something you two need to talk about, without me here. Yeah, I know, it
seems to involve me, but I _really_ don't think there's anything I can say
that wouldn't upset one or both of you right now. So I'm going to go home.
When you two get things worked out, you know how to find me, Paul." That
said, I was out of there, like a rocket-assisted cheetah.
It was a week later, and I was at my office when my secretary let me know,
via intercom, that Paul was there, and wanted to talk to me. Knowing it was
coming didn't make it any easier, but I was damned if I was going to avoid
him, either; so I told her to let him in, and that I'd be unavailable until
further notice.
When he came in, I could see that he hadn't been getting much sleep - and,
surprisingly, that he didn't look particularly upset with me.
Once he was in a chair, I asked him if he wanted something to drink -
coffee, a soda, something a bit stronger? No, he didn't, but thanks anyway.
So I waited for him to say what was on his mind. After a bit, he did.
"This really sucks."
"Yup."
"No, I mean, this *really* sucks. Big time."
"Yup."
"You aren't gonna help me with this, are you?"
"I don't know what you've got to say, so I don't know HOW to help, Paul."
"She's serious, you know."
"I figured. She jokes around, but not about anything serious like this."
"Why'd you leave?"
"Because I really didn't think there was anything I COULD say, just like I
told you. I'm damn well not going to say anything bad about her, but if I'd
pointed out anything good or right about what she was saying, you'd have
likely tried to take my head off, and felt sorry about it afterward."
"You are a smart sumbitch, aren'tcha?"
"I have my moments."
He snorted, and there was a long pause before he continued "She's been
calling me 'FATHER'."
All I'd _ever_ heard her call him was 'Daddy', and raised an eyebrow in
question.
"Yeah. 'Father'. She's been spending all her time in her room. Only comes
out for meals, and is so damn polite and formal with me that it even scares
Leo and John!"
THAT scared even ME - those two weren't afraid of anything in the known
universe, to my knowledge. I couldn't help but stare at him in disbelief.
"Yeah, Dan. And there's more. She won't have any of her friends over. Won't
take calls from them. Just sits in her room, doing God-only-knows-what. I
got up to get a drink of water the other night, and could hear her in her
bedroom - *crying* for chrissake!"
Hearing that even made MY heart hurt.
"Okay, Paul, so what are you going to do?"
"Damned if I know. That's why I'm here - to talk to you."
"Why? Like I said, I'm not going to say anything bad about her to make you
feel better, and I still figure that if I say anything in her favor, you'll
just figure I'm trying to get in her skivvies." Blunt, but I needed to see
if I could shake him out of his funk.
It didn't work. He just sat there some more, head hanging, before finally
looking up at me and saying "No, that much I've gotten straight. Hell, it
took me 4 days before I finally realized that there wasn't any of this that
I could blame on you; not even the sex education stuff. I mean, that was
stuff she needed to know anyway, really, so best I could figure was that
what it did was help her realize that sex wasn't something she should just
jump into."
"So what can I do, then?"
"I dunno. I feel like I gotta talk this out, and get my mind around it,
y'know?"
"Well, you can talk to me, but I don't know how much help I can be."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, are you going to get all pissed off at me if I tell you something
you might not want to hear, even if it's right and the truth? Are you going
to think I'm letting who she is, and what she is, influence me if I tell you
when I think she's got a valid point?"
For a minute, he looked hurt, and even a little offended while he thought it
through, but finally said "No, I guess not. One of the things I've always
liked about you is that you say what you think, without getting too
concerned about who it is."
He laughed a moment, and continued "Hell, I still remember that time you
stood up in that PR meeting our esteemed Senator threw, and all but called
him a two-faced, lying, thieving son of a bitch - right there in front of
all those cameras and God and everybody. Every time he'd try to weasel out
of it, you'd just use his own words to knock his dick in the dirt AGAIN! And
I've always admired the way you're able to kind of 'step back' from
something, even when it involves you, and give your God's-honest opinion
about the good and bad of it, as though you had no interest in it at all.
So, no, I don't think I'm going to get pissed at you. Me, maybe, but not
you. Just try not to rub my nose in it too much, willya?"
"Paul, you know I've *never* rubbed your nose in it about anything serious.
Yeah, I'll bust your ass from now to forever about little shit, but when
it's serious - and you better believe I think THIS is! - no, no gloating."
He smiled at me bit, and said "Thanks. Now I just need to figure out where
to start."
"How about you just start, any old place, and if I have a question or
something to say, I'll jump in. Sooner or later, we'll get to it all."
I watched as he collected his thoughts, and worked his way up to getting
started.
"I guess that first thing to say is to tell you WHY she picked you."
"This should be interesting!"
"Yeah. She said that she wanted YOU because she knew that you would be
patient and gentle with her; that you wouldn't do anything to hurt her, and
that she trusted you enough to know that if was going to hurt, you would
make it hurt as little as possible."
"*IF* it was me, yeah, *I* know I would. But what do YOU think?"
"On this one, I gotta admit I figure she's right. After the way you dealt
with that little shit that turned up in the back yard, there isn't a doubt
in my mind that you'd NEVER willingly do anything to hurt her."
"Nice to hear, but for the sake of argument, let's check the other options,
okay?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, the way I see it, if she'd determined to do it, it's gonna happen. If
that's the case, then we can figure she's not stupid enough to just pick
some random dipstick; she's going to pick somebody that she figures will at
least *try* to do it right."
"Yeah, that makes sense."
"Okay, then, let's assume that it's NOT me that does it. That means it's
someone else. The question is, who? After this experience, can we figure
she's going to tell you who? Somehow, I don't think so - which means that we
have absolutely no idea whether it would be someone she was really justified
in taking the risk with: she may pick right, but I expect it's more likely
that she'll pick wrong. Not deliberately, but more likely someone that
doesn't really care *that* much - that is, someone that might decide, after
the fact, to run his mouth, or discovers he isn't as patient and gentle as
he said he could be, or something along those lines."
"Yeah, I get it. But doesn't that bring us back to you?"
"Yes - but only as ONE of several options."
"Such as?"
"Such as: I *am* the one. It's not a responsibility I want, but there you
go. Another choice is that it's someone you - or we - DO trust to not only
do it right, but keep quiet about it - like YOU."
"Like hell!"
"Ah, ah. I'm not saying it WOULD be you, just like I'm not saying it WOULD
be me - I'm only pointing out _options_."
He shot me a dirty look, but kept quiet as I continued "Another choice is
that you - or we - try to convince her to wait, hoping she'll change her
mind." Here, he snorted. Pretty much my estimation of the chances, as well.
She was the only person I'd ever met that could out-stubborn a _cat_.
"Another one is to try and redirect her to one or more choices that you DO
approve of; or maybe chaining her in her room so she CAN'T follow up on any
of it." Again, a derisive noise, matching my own opinion.
"Finally, there's the option of simply trying to wait it out by putting up
with the nonsense, ignoring her declarations, and hoping for the best: that
she gets tired of it, and it all blows over with nothing more happening."
"Yeah, right. And Santa Claus is gonna bring me lots of presents this year."
"Pretty much what I figured, too, but that's the choices I see."
"This sucks."
"Where have I heard that before?", I asked, and getting a dirty look in
return.
"What's the worst case?", he asked.
"Worst case I can figure?" - he nodded - "Hmmm. I suppose it would be that
she completely lost her mind, and picked some shithead from school that took
her out on a date, all but raped her in the back seat, knocked her up and
gave her a dose at the same time - then told all his buddies about it the
next day; with pictures or some other kind of proof."
"Oh, *joy*."
"Yeah."
He thought for a while, and said "So it sounds to me like the best deal I'm
likely to get out of this is to respect her decision, and try to make the
best of it."
"Probably, yeah."
He got an evil grin on his face, and said "Then, the best YOU can hope for
is the same thing: respect her decision, and try to make the best deal you
can."
Uh-oh.
"Meaning?"
"Meaning that if *I* have to cave in, then you aren't going to be far
behind, 'Uncle Dan'!"
Oh, SHIT.
"Except for one thing: I don't particularly *want* any part of this, Paul."
"Yeah, like I do? You just said yourself, for either of us to be able to
tolerate this, it's going to have to be somebody we both know to do it
right. It sure as hell can't - ISN'T! - going to be me. We both know she's
not likely to pick someone else - unless YOU think you can stand The
Treatment like *I've* been getting!" We both knew I'd never manage it,
either.
He went on "There isn't any way that I'm going to get out of this _happy_.
But the thing that would make me least UNhappy is if it was someone I knew
and trusted - specifically, YOU, the guy she named in the first place. As
much as the idea of my little girl getting banged - and particularly by my
best friend - gripes me, at least with YOU, I know she's not gonna get
knocked up or catch something. At least with YOU, I know it'll be by someone
that will take their time and make it as easy and painless as they can for
her. At least with YOU, I know it'll be by somebody that actually gives a
shit about her. So, *buddy*, if _I_ gotta bite it, you're next in line for a
taste!"
shit, Shit, SHit, SHIt, SHIT, SHIT!!!!
One last try at escaping: "Okay, Paul. Now, how are you gonna feel about Jan
- and ME - afterwards? At some point, you would have to know that it was
over. Hell, you're probably going to get dragged into getting it set up.
Would you be able to keep your nose out of it? Control the thoughts that
would sure as hell get into your head - like they probably are now?"
He made a face at me, saying "Yah, I can't help but imagine it. But as long
as I don't actually have to LOOK, and don't know the gory details, then I
can keep it together. I ain't gonna like it, but I'll do it 'cause I gotta.
Much as I hate to admit it, you're both pretty damn important to me. It's
just getting used to the idea that the same chubby legs I used to tickle are
gonna be getting spread for some stud. And what do you mean 'probably get
dragged into setting it up'?"
"C'mon Paul, think it through. Do you want her being rushed the first time,
so that there isn't TIME to do it right? No? Then that means she's going to
be away from you for a while - and you're sure as hell going to notice THAT,
now aren't you?"
He sighed. "Yeah, I suppose you're right. Why the hell couldn't I have had
all boys?"
"Like I read in a Tom Clancy novel. It went something like 'Daughters are
God's way of getting back at you for being a guy.'"
He looked at the ceiling, and said "God? Why do you hate me so? If you'll
tell me, I promise I'll try to make it good - and then you'll quit messing
with me, right?"
I chuckled, and told him "Paul, if God quit fucking with you, you wouldn't
know what to do with yourself!" - and finally got him laughing.
After a couple minutes discussion, we settled on how he was going to break
the news to Jan. As kind of a payback, we decided to mess with her head a
little along the way.
---------- ---------- ----------
A few days later, by agreement with Paul, I stopped by to ostensibly do some
work on his computer. Jan saw me, of course, but when she tried to talk to
me, I just looked at her as though she'd somehow betrayed me; and when she
tried to get me to talk, just shook my head, and went back to the computer.
The timing was such that I was still there when Paul got home. We pretended
as though we were 'making up' ; and Paul 'eventually' invited me to stay for
dinner. All during the preparation, and even the meal, we pretended to be
standoffish, and I continued my pseudo-withdrawal from Jan, giving her much
the same Treatment as she'd given Paul. The net effect was to make her more
and more apprehensive. Even Leo and John were looking at me as though
waiting for me to go postal and murder them all with an axe.
When dinner was over, Paul and I stayed at the table, sipping coffee as the
kids cleared the table and straightened the kitchen. When Jan came in to
pick up the last few things, Paul told her that when she was done, they
needed to have a talk, and that the boys should go to their room. Her eyes
got big, but she agreed ("Yes, Father."), and continued what she was doing.
A couple minutes later, we heard the boys whispering as they headed toward
their room, and a few moments after that, Jan joined us at the table.
Seating herself carefully, she looked first at me (patently ignoring her),
then Paul (looking impassive and steadfast).
Paul started by saying "Janice, I've been giving your situation considerable
thought."
I could see her getting apprehensive as Paul continued "I've given it a
*lot* of thought."
He paused for a bit to let the tension build.
"Obviously, it's a matter of considerable concern, not just to me, but
obviously, to you as well."
Another pause. More tension.
"I've finally reached a decision."
Pause.
"It was not an easy decision to reach."
Pause. (Geez, I knew what he was up to, and *I* was getting tense!)
"In fact, it's one of the most difficult decisions I've ever had to make."
Pause.
"Before I reached that decision, I even talked it over with Dan for a bit."
Pause. Jan shoots a furtive look at my blank face.
"Dan was kind enough to point out some options that had not occurred to me."
Pause.
"Among those was to simply take full control of your life until such time as
you are 18 years of age, and thus free to make your own decisions - when you
left my house."
Pause. The glimmerings of fear on Jan's face.
"That was not the choice I made."
Pause.
"I made another one."
Pause. (Christ, Paul, get it OVER with, willya? You're gonna give ME a heart
attack!)
"The decision I finally settled on did not come to me easily."
Pause.
"No, not easily at all."
Pause.
"I asked you to join us so that you could hear that decision."
Pause.
"That decision is that if you are determined to no longer be a virgin, I
will not interfere."
Jan gasped. But before she could say anything, Paul went on:
"I said that I will not interfere. But I will not help, either. Who you
choose is up to you; getting their approval or assistance is YOUR problem,
not mine."
Jan gasped again, and immediately turned to look at me.
I looked back at her, completely without expression.
"Uncle Dan? Would you?"
"I don't know why I should, Jan. You brought this up with your dad in my
presence, which wasn't a polite thing to do. You involved me without asking
or consulting me, or even warning me that something was up. That's hardly
the way to treat someone that you want to do you a kindness. It was rude, it
was inconsiderate, and it was incredibly presumptuous."
Her face fell as she realized that I was (apparently) serious, and
understood that what I was telling her was entirely correct.
I let her sit there for a bit, until finally saying "But I love you almost
as much as if you were my own daughter, and I will agree to your request -
IF you can convince me that you're really ready for such a serious step."
She perked up, of course, almost instantly. But before she could speak
again, I continued.
"However, out of consideration for your _father_, I think you should show
him the consideration of *not* bothering him with the details of how you
prove that readiness. What you have told him and asked of me has caused him
considerable anxiety; it would be entirely appropriate for you to try and
minimize the stress he is under by not burdening him with details that he is
better off not knowing. Whether or not you are able to prove your readiness
to me" - she looked surprised at the possibility she might not be able to -
"whenever you *do* lose your virginity, it is not something that you need to
share with your _father_ - either in the time or method of it's happening.
No matter how grown up you are, or get, he is _always_ going to think of you
as his 'little girl', and such intimate details only serve to discomfort him
in ways that you will only understand when YOU are a parent."
I knew I was laying it on kind of thick, and really hitting those 'father'
bits, but I wanted to give her an idea of what she'd done to Paul, and to a
lesser extent, me. So by the time I finished that little spiel, she's gotten
wet around the eyes, was sniffling, and was looking at both of us with the
realization that she'd been a genuine turd.
Looking at Paul, she was finally able to say "I'm sorry, Daddy. I did this
wrong, and I'm sorry I hurt you; I really didn't mean to. I hope you can
forgive me."
Turning to me, she said "Uncle Dan, I'm sorry about how I treated you, too.
You're right, and I've been a real stinker about all of this. Thank you for
giving me a chance, even after the way I've acted."
She sat there, sniffling, for a couple minutes before Paul told her "It's
okay, honey. I DO forgive you, for the same reason that made me act the way
I did: because I LOVE you. But please, don't ever be like that again, will
you? It hurts me too much to see you like that."
Shaking her head, she jumped up and quickly moved over to him, sitting in
his lap and hugging him while she quietly cried on his shoulder. He held
her, and softly patted her back until she had calmed down a bit. Standing
up, she told him "Thank you, Daddy."
He answered her by saying "It's okay. But the one you need to thank is Dan -
HE'S the one that helped me understand all this, and figure out a way to
keep both of us from getting too hurt."
Turning to me, she looked at me with a questioning expression on her face,
and I opened my arms, as well. In nothing flat, she was in my lap, too,
crying again into my chest. I held her, and spoke softly to her, telling her
that she was forgiven, and that it would be okay. Eventually, she dried up
enough to get up, and go back to the chair she'd been sitting in.
Looking at us both, she said "I understand now what I did to you - BOTH of
you. I'm really, truly sorry, and I promise that I will NEVER do anything
like that again. There's NO reason to hurt someone you love like that, no
matter WHAT the reason; I know that, now, and I'll never forget it, EVER.
Uh, if I can be excused, I'd like to go to my room, if it's okay, Daddy?"
"Of course, Pumpkin."
With his words, she quickly stood, and hurried back to her room, leaving
Paul and I to look at each other for a few moments, both of us realizing
that not only had we given her a taste of her own medicine, but actually
been able to teach her something valuable in the process. As much as her
tears had hurt both of us, all told, it was a good showing. Finishing my
coffee, I thanked Paul for supper, and headed home - where it took me a long
time to get to sleep.
---------- ---------- ----------
About a week later, I was over at Paul's place again. When I arrived, Leo
and John both ambushed me to tell me that they were going to summer camp for
*two whole weeks*, and they'd be staying in _tents_ and riding horses and
learning to shoot GUNS and swimming and EVERYTHING. I congratulated them,
told them to be careful with the horses and guns, and went on in to see
Paul.
When he saw me, his eyes lit up, and he said "JUST the person I've been
looking for!"
"Ah, shit, Paul. What is it this time?", I asked in my best disgusted,
put-upon neighbor voice.
He laughed, and said "I've got a wee little problem you might be able to
help with."
"Sure. What do you need? Perpetual motion? Time Travel? The Alchemists
Stone? What?"
"Nah, I just need to figure out what to do with Jan for a week. I've got to
go out of town - hell, out of the country! - for a week, and I don't know
what, if anything, I need to do about her."
"Why just Jan, and not the boys?"
"Because, my good man, it so happens that it's during the couple of weeks
that they'll be at camp. So, the only one I need to worry about is Jan. What
do you think? I'm inclined to leave her here on her own; she'd old enough to
stay out of trouble, but I'm kinda worried about leaving her _alone_, like
with no one to keep her company and all that. She called around, and could
stay with some of her friends, but that would only be good for a few days,
and I'd still be worried."
"Have you asked HER what she wants to do?"
"Yeah. She just said that whatever I decided would be fine. She sure is
agreeable, after our talk the other night."
That triggered something in my mind, and I kind of went into a trance while
my mind went to work. I kind of let my thoughts ricochet around my skull,
collecting ideas along the way, and then filtered out the stuff that was
patently crud. Paul had seen me do it before, and was content to let me work
it through, since the results were usually good.
After a couple minutes, I faded back into reality, and looked at him with
what I knew was a big shit-eating grin.
"Paul, I've got an idea that I think Jan will like, but I'm not too sure
about you."
"What's that?"
"What happens if she stays with me?"
I saw his eyes narrow, and quickly added "Remember, I DO have a SECOND
bedroom - with a lock! - and she STILL has to convince me that she's ready
for what she wants. And I think you know that I'm NOT particularly enthused
about the idea, so you can expect that it would take a LOT to convince me."
He thought about it for a bit, and calmed again, said "Yeah, I suppose that
would work. After all this other bullshit, I *KNOW* she'll have to _prove_
she's *damn* ready before you'll let anything happen. And with that second
bedroom, there's always the possibility that nothing WILL happen."
I could see he was talking himself into it, and was willing to go along with
it; even help a little.
"That's true, too. She can have some of her friends over if she wants - no
more than one or two at a time! - and you know she's safe, there."
"Christ, with that system you've got, damn right she'd be safe. Okay, I
guess I can live with it. Yeah, you're right: she'll like the idea."
"Okay, it's settled, then?" - he nodded - "Then we might as well tell her
now, and get it over with!"
He laughed, and called Jan into the den where we were.
"Pumpkin, have you decided what you want to do while I'm gone?" he asked.
"Whatever you decide is okay, Daddy." She was obviously determined not to
make any fuss, or demands.
"Maybe you'd rather go to stay with Dan? At his house?"
Instant ecstasy: "Can I?! Really? It's okay?"
Paul laughed, and said "Yes, you can. Yes, really. Yes, it's okay. Actually
it was Dan's idea."
In a flash, she was next to me, hugging me and thanking me.
After a bit, I managed to pry her loose, and told her "I've got a second
bedroom you're more than welcome to use." - her face fell a bit, which Paul
saw, causing him to frown a little.
I continued "I know, and your dad knows, that you might want something less,
uh, formal; but remember, you still haven't convinced ME to LET anything
happen, and until and unless you do, that second bedroom *IS* where you will
be sleeping. Got it?"
She was clearly a bit disappointed, but still happy at the opportunity.
"You're also welcome to have some of your friends over to visit, as long as
it's not more than one or two of them at a time. Whether or not I stay there
with you during the day is up to you - I've got a small office there I can
use if you want the company, or I can keep going to the office if you want
some time alone during the day. You don't have to decide now, or for the
entire week; we can just play it day by day, okay?"
She nodded enthusiastically, and said "Uncle Dan, THANK YOU. You don't know
how much this means to me."
I gave her a cautioning look, and then a quick eye movement toward Paul. She
understood, managed to contain herself a bit, and trying to cover her
exuberance by saying "After the way I acted, I'm glad you're willing to be
this nice to me, and give me a second chance to show you how responsible I
am."
That seemed to be enough for Paul, and I told her that since it wasn't too
far off, she needed to think about what she wanted and needed to bring with
her. She agreed, and soon headed back to her room, more happy and animated
than either Paul or I had seen her in a couple of weeks.
Paul and I soon had the gory details worked out: when he was leaving, where
he was going, and so on. I could see that he was still a touch bothered by
the situation, and tried to put him at ease by reminding him that nothing
was going to happen until *I* was convinced, and that I was a VERY tough
sell. He laughed a bit, having been over at my place when door-to-door
salesmen had shown up, or I'd gotten telemarketing calls.
When things were settled, we went out onto the patio and had a couple beers
before I headed home.
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When the Fateful Day - Thursday - arrived, I drove Paul to the airport
around mid-afternoon, with Jan riding in the back. We went with him as far
as the security checkpoint; it was enough of a hassle getting through the
darn thing that Paul suggested that Jan and I not bother. Since this trip
was, essentially, the same as any other, Jan agreed with only a little
hesitation, and with a final wave to Paul as he headed down the corridor, we
left.
Once back in my car, she sniffled a little, and when I asked about it, she
told me that even though it was 'just another trip', this one was different
because Paul would be out of the country. I hugged her, and told her he'd be
fine, and reminded her that he was still going to call each evening, and she
soon perked up again. With that, we headed back to my house.
Having been to it many times, and even grown up watching the changes from
its humble technical beginnings, she all but took the features for granted.
Yes, it was different from HER house, but it was familiar enough to her that
she didn't see anything particularly fascinating or 'magical' about it, as
Kelly had at first. So when I'd gotten the car in the garage, she didn't
hesitate about taking the small suitcase and overnight bag into the second
bedroom, and getting herself situated while I looked over the systems and
checked for any email. Everything fine, I met her in the family room.
She stood there a moment, looking at me, before coming over to give me a hug
- which, of course, I returned.
Looking into her eyes, I told her "Jan, we've got all week together, if you
want it. We can have fun together, like we have before, or not - the choice
is yours. Like I told you before, if you want to have some of your friends
over, they're welcome - but only one or two at a time; not because I don't
like them, but simply so that I can keep the noise and such down. If you
want, I can stay here during the day; any work I have to take care of I can
do in my office here. If you would rather have some time to yourself, or
with your friends, then I can easily continue to go into my regular office.
You don't have to decide for the whole week; you can decide what you want
day-to-day. I've got plenty of stuff you can use to keep yourself amused -
movies, cable TV, I can easily set you up a computer, I've got a stereo, all
that sort of thing."
She smiled at me, and said "That's okay, Uncle Dan. I don't want to break up
your life any more than I have to while I'm here. You go ahead and do what
you usually do, and I'll just keep myself busy. Uh, I do have a couple
things I've been wondering about, though."
"What's that?"
She looked at her feet for a moment before looking up at me again with a
lopsided grin, saying "Uh, do I have to get up and get dressed every day? I
mean, is it okay if I just wear my nightgown or whatever?"
I laughed, and answered "Sure, Trouble. Wear - or don't wear - whatever you
want; I think we've pretty much gotten comfortable seeing what each other
have. Actually, I usually run around naked, or in my underwear, until I have
to go someplace. So don't worry about it. What was the other thing you
wanted to know?"
She pinked a little, and said "I know you're not going to, um, do anything
to me yet, but is it okay if we still cuddle and, you know, play with each
other?"
I smiled and answered "Like I told you, we can still have fun together. Just
don't try to kill me with it, okay?"
She giggled, and satisfied with what I'd told her, gave me another hug
before heading back to the spare bedroom. I sat down and turned on the TV.
About the time I found something worthwhile to watch on it, Jan came back
into the family room - giving me something MUCH better to watch.
Dressed only in the smoke and dental floss panties she'd worn for me before,
she quickly moved over to the couch I was on and sat next to me before
snuggling close. Putting an arm around her, I hugged her, and looked down
into her eyes. With a half-smile on her face, she said "Uncle Dan, I know
that I really messed up when I tried to talk to Daddy that night. What I
wanted to do was wrong, and the way I tried to do it was wrong - not just
for you and Daddy, but for ME. I KNOW that now, I really do. I still want
you to be the one to teach me, but I know that I have to prove to you that
I'm ready for it. But I'm not going to bug you about it, and I'm not going
to try to talk you to death about it; I'm going to try to SHOW you I'm
ready. If I start to push you too much, just tell me, and I'll back off. I
want it to be YOU; I don't trust *anybody* else to be as gentle and patient
and everything as you would be. You know that Kelly and I talked about what
you did for her - and yeah, even what you did TOO her! - and you made her
*so* happy. You were honest and considerate and _loving_ with her - and
that's what I want, too. I've heard some of the girls at school talk about
what it was like for them, and it actually _scared_ me. I don't want my
first time to be like that; I want it to be as fun and nice as Kelly told me
it was for her. What we've done already has been really, really nice, and it
makes me believe that sex - making love! - can be a fun and happy-making
thing. I don't just want orgasms, even though they're nice! I want MORE. I
want LOVE."
That little speech did wonders for my attitude toward her wanting me to take
the final step of making love with her. But I was still a bit gun-shy, and
simply nodded my understanding of what she'd said.
She went on by saying "Kelly told me that she wanted to come and see you
here, and that she really loves you. But she was also worried that she
didn't make me feel like I was being left out, or that you were doing
anything for her that you wouldn't do for me. Really, Uncle Dan, it's okay
if Kelly comes over here. I know that your relationship with her is
different than what you have with me - and I don't just mean that you've
actually made love with her. *I* know that Kelly is smart; sometimes I
wonder how _anybody_ can be that smart, but that's the way it is. What's
important to me is that she's happy and YOU'RE happy. I know that a lot of
the reason you like her so much is because she's so smart - because YOU'RE
so smart. I think you know _way_ more than she does, but I think that's
because you're older than she is, and have learned a lot because of it. But
the thing that really surprises me, and her even more, is that you're
willing to tell us about some of what you've learned without making us feel
like children; kind of like the way you told all of us that stuff when I had
the party where you judged the nightgowns. And the reason she loves you,
like I do, is because you're kind and gentle and loving and sharing and all
the kinds of things that one person is *supposed* to be with another. Either
one of us can talk to you about *anything*; we know that you'll be honest
and fair with us, and treat us like we're the kinds of adults we SHOULD be -
and that makes ME want to BE that kind of adult; and THAT is what makes me
so sorry about the way I acted."
Yeah, she was getting the idea; she HAD grown up a lot. It wouldn't take
much more of this and she'd have me convinced.
Again, I nodded, and she continued "Anyway, I think you and Kelly would make
a good couple - you're both smart, you both really *care* about each other,
and you make each other happy. Uncle Dan, after Kelly was here, I could
*see* that she was happy about it, even before she said anything. All our
friends kept asking her what she was so happy about, and all she'd tell them
was that she got to spend time with someone that she really cared about, and
really cared about her. She wouldn't tell them if it was male or female,
what happened, or anything else. They started to bug her about it, but all
she said was that she'd spent time with someone and that was all she was
going to say. Even when they tried to ask her about a million questions, she
just stood there and looked at them without saying a *thing* - and making
them crazy because she was smiling the whole time. Uncle Dan, it's been a
really long time since I've seen Kelly smile like _that_ - and I'm glad to
see it again. If you can make Kelly that happy, then I don't have ANY
problem with ANYTHING that goes on with the two of you. Even if she moved in
here with you - and I think it would be a good idea - I'd be happy about it,
because I'd know that both of you would be happy."
Still having not said anything, I simply raised an eyebrow, and she went on
"Yes, I'd be disappointed if it happened before anything happened between
you and me, but I promise, I'd still be happy for YOU - both of you. So
please, *please* don't think you have to worry about me when you talk to
Kelly, and have fun with her. You and Kelly have something special that you
and I could never have. You'll always be a special person to me because of
how much you love me and how kind and understanding you've been with me, and
- I hope! - because you'll be the person to give me a proper introduction to
*making love*. But what you and I have isn't the kind of thing that lasts a
lifetime, like I think it would with you and Kelly. I envy her, but I'm not
jealous OF her."
I looked into Jan's face carefully, and all I could see was total honesty
and absolute conviction. I knew Jan's personality as well as anyone could,
and could tell that she'd spoken what she saw as the unvarnished, immutable
truth. She hadn't tried to gloss over anything, or make excuses, or dodge
any unpleasantness. THAT was the kind of maturity that I needed to see, to
be sure that she was ready - emotionally and mentally - to take the final
step into womanhood.
Seeing a change in my expression, she looked a bit concerned when she asked
"What? Did I say something wrong?"
"No, Jan, you said something *right*."
She got a mildly puzzled look on her face, and I continued "All that stuff
you just said was what a mature, honest, caring person would say about
someone they loved. You didn't demand anything, you didn't ask for anything,
and most of all, you didn't let YOUR wants get in the way of what would make
someone you cared about happy. You told me that if Kelly and I were together
all the time, you would be 'disappointed' if Kelly was to move in here
before anything happened between you and me. You didn't say 'hurt', you
didn't say 'sorry', you said _disappointed_. That sounds to me like you
realized that if nothing happened between us, the responsibility was
_yours_, and no one else's." - "But it is! *I'm* the one that messed it up!"
- "You didn't try to blame me or anyone else; the mistake was yours, and you
not only admitted to it, but stood ready to pay the consequences. That is an
example of the kind of maturity that I needed to know you had before I would
be ready to 'introduce' you to making love, as you put it."
It took her a few moments to realize that I'd just told her that I had the
proof that I'd said I'd need. Her eyes got real big, and she got real
serious when she asked me "You mean that you'll do it?"
"Yes, Jan, I'll do it - if you really want."
"I do!"
"Then the when and how are up to you."
I could see her starting to get emotionally excited, and quickly told her
"Understand, there's no hurry. If you want it to happen this week" - "You
bet I do!" - "then we've got the entire rest of the week to make it happen.
If you don't mind me telling you something I told Kelly" - earning myself a
mild version of the 'you are *such* a Goober!' look - "then here it is:
We've got plenty of time, and there's no rush. Enjoy what happens - *savor*
it as we go along. That night we had, when we slept together, wouldn't have
been as much fun for either one of us if we hadn't had as much time as we
did. Think about that before you decide you want me to jump your bones right
here and right now."
That seemed to settle her down, and I could see her thinking it over.
Excusing myself, I headed for the bathroom, and then into the kitchen to get
us both something to drink. Wine coolers seemed appropriate, so I grabbed a
couple and joined her back on the couch, where she quickly snuggled back
next to me.
After opening our drinks, Kelly took a sip of hers and looked up at me,
saying "I understand what you're saying, and you're probably right - I think
I *would* enjoy it more if we kind of eased into it, and just kind of let it
happen."
I smiled at her, which seemed to make her happy, and asked if she was
getting hungry yet, since it was getting into evening by this time.
"Yes! No. Oh, I don't *know*! I'm hungry, but I'm too excited to eat."
"Well, how about I order out, and by the time it gets here, and you've had a
little more of that cooler, you should be calm enough to at least take a
*few* bites."
She agreed, and after a little discussion, we settled on delivered barbeque.
There was a place in town that was almost unknown, but made the best ribs
and brisket for hundreds of miles. I gave them a call, and ordered more than
I knew we could eat that night - their stuff was just as good when
microwaved, which was saying something.
When the doorbell finally rang, almost an hour later, Jan was still next to
me.
"That should be the food. Do you want to get it, or should I?" I asked her.
She giggled, and said "If *I* went, the delivery guy would probably have a
heart attack!"
"Yeah, but if he didn't we'd probably get it for free!", I replied, making
her laugh.
Reluctantly, she let me up, and when I returned - via the kitchen, where I
left the surplus - she was sitting up on the couch, and had arranged a
couple of the trays I kept in there for us to put the food on. I also
noticed that she'd gone through almost the entire wine cooler, and asked if
she wanted more. She shook her head, and said "No, that one was enough; I've
got enough left to wash all this down, and that's all I need." With that, I
set the food on the trays, and we dug in.
There's no way around it: barbeque is messy. GOOD barbeque makes it worth
it. This stuff made it enjoyable. Ribs that all but fell off the bone.
Brisket so tender you almost didn't have to chew it. Cornbread so light and
buttery you wondered how it stayed in one piece. Potatoes mashed with the
skins still on them, enough lumps to prove they hadn't come out of a box or
bag, but smooth enough to be a delight. All told, it was wonderful - though
I expect the company had a lot to do with it. Of course, during the meal,
sauce got pretty much everywhere - I finally decided that I might as well
just take off my shirt and be done with it - getting the sauce off skin was
preferable to trying to wash it out of clothing. By the time we were done,
both of us were probably wearing as much sauce as we'd actually eaten -
though on Jan, I have to admit that it did look a lot better than it did on
me.
When we'd both finished, we looked at the mess we'd made of ourselves, and
both of us broke out laughing. When we finally settle down again, Jan
started to reach for a cloth to wipe herself off with. I quickly offered
"Here, let me do that." She smiled at me, and sat back again - only to be
surprised when I leaned forward to start licking it off of her.
She quickly got into the spirit of the thing, and said "That's not fair!
I've got WAY more on me than you do!" - then reached over and scooped some
of what was still on the plates on her fingers, and proceeded to smear it
all over my chest, leaving me with far more than she did. She sat back with
an impish smile - at least, until I got a gleam in my eye, and did the same
to her, with identical results. Before long, we were laughing and gasping as
we each tried to see how much barbeque we could smear on the other. And
enjoying every minute of it.
Finally, though, we simply ran out of 'ammunition', and had to settle for
smearing around what had already been deposited - which lead to a completely
different sort of fun. At one point, Jan cried "No fair! You've still got
most of your clothes ON, and I've got most of mine OFF!" - so I quickly
stood, and shucked what was left. leaving myself completely naked. And also
clearly somewhat aroused. As I'd started to drop my underwear, Jan stood
too, and quickly shed the panties she had on, leaving us both naked. The
'battle' quickly resumed, but it took only a few minutes before the heat of
our bodies and the action of smearing the sauce made it more sticky than
slippery, and we finally had to stop, still laughing and gasping.
When we'd finally caught our breath, she got a mischievous look in her eye,
and moved over to start licking me clean. Meticulously. With suction action
to make sure she didn't leave any behind.
So, when she was done, I returned the favor. In infinite detail. Slowly.
With *lots* of repeat action, 'just in case'.
By the time I was done, we were *both* more than a little aroused, and
quickly moved to the floor to continue the action, starting with a series of
soft, gentle kisses that soon escalated to checking each others tonsils and
a lot of tongue dueling.
It didn't take us long to expand our efforts and attentions: as I placed my
hand on Jan's breast, I could feel her lay her hand on my leg, and then
slide it toward my rapidly growing penis. Cupping her breast, I ran my thumb
over her nipple, feeling the ends of her breasts harden and her nipple erect
after only a couple of strokes. In return, she took hold of my member, and
slowly started caressing it, using just her fingertips. It didn't take me
but a few strokes, as well, before I was hard. When I was, Jan pressed
against my chest with her other hand, and I laid back (willingly, even
eagerly!) to let her do with me as she wanted.
Once on my back, she leaned over me, and used the ends of her breasts to
tickle my chest and belly for a while, before tracing a line down to do the
same to my legs. Then back up to my chest, but not as far, then back down my
legs - slowly, tantalizingly zeroing in on my now fully erect and twitching
penis. Not buxom enough to hold me between her breasts, she used them to
tease me with her nipples and manipulate me with her small, but firm,
globes. It didn't take long before several drops of pre-cum had made an
appearance, delighting her before she leaned down far enough to lick them up
with the tip of her tongue. Once she'd gotten a taste of me, she quickly
changed over from using her breasts, and took me into her mouth. Teasing the
underside of the head with her tongue, she applied gentle suction to the
head for a while, before releasing it. Licking her lips, she grinned up at
me before wrapping her lips around the head, and then taking as much of me
as she could before starting to apply a gentle, rhythmic suction while she
reached down to hold and caress my balls. I groaned in response, and she
started massaging my length with her tongue. It took only a couple minutes
of that before I couldn't help but start making small thrusting movements,
pushing my saliva-slick erection farther into her mouth. After a couple of
my thrusts, she paused a moment, took a deep breath, and took my entire
length - her lips nestled in my pubic hair, and the end of my hardness
pushing against the back of her throat. She swallowed a couple of times,
allowing her throat muscles to 'milk' the spongy head, I moaned again at the
sensation, and she slowly withdrew, drawing a deep breath. I was able to
reach her thigh, and pressed against the inside of it to try and draw her
close enough for me to try and return the favor, but still holding me in her
mouth, she just shook her head slightly at me. Drawing another breath, she
repeated her effort, again 'deep-throating' me, but for not as long -
withdrawing slightly so she could breathe through her nose, she started
_humming_ - a sensation I could feel all the way down to my balls. I warned
her "You keep doing that, and I'm going to climax!"; her response was to
smile at me with her eyes, and keep going. Sure enough, it wasn't but a
(very!) few minutes more before I could feel my balls tighten up, in
preparation for my climax. She felt it, too, in her hand, and when she felt
the first spasm hit my penis, stopped humming and took me all the way into
her mouth again - swallowing to stimulate me even more as the first blast
erupted from me. When she swallowed it, it just made the next shot nearly as
strong as the first, and the one after that nearly as strong as the second,
and so on. Only when I quit pulsing did she release me slightly, so she
could breathe - but she still kept me in her mouth, and continued to suck on
me gently and massage me with her tongue for as long as she could convince
my softening penis to give up even the slightest trickle of my fluids. Only
when I was decidedly soft did she content herself with licking and sucking
anything that had escaped her before, and ensuring that I was as clean as I
could be. With a final small pop, she released me, turned, and moved up next
to me, resting an elbow on the floor and her head on one hand as the other
traced random patterns on my chest and belly as I finished catching my
breath and recovered from the intensity of the experience.
When I was finally able to move again, I started to get up, but Jan firmly
pushed me back down, and asked "What did you want?"
"Well, I *was* going to get something to drink - I think you got every bit
of fluid in my body!"
She giggled, and got up - a truly delightful experience to watch, what with
her breasts jiggling ever so slightly, and her muscles flexing in some very
interesting ways - and headed into the kitchen, coming back in a few moments
with a couple of sodas. Opening them, she took a few sips from hers as I sat
up a bit, and then held the other to my mouth so I could drink nearly half
of it at one pass.
She laughed, and said "C'mon, I know I didn't get *that* much out of you!"
"Sure as hell feels like it from where I sit! I thought you promised not to
try and kill me!"
More laughter before she told me "I'm glad you liked It.", mischievously.
"'Like' doesn't begin to describe it. Uh, where did you learn to do that?"
"You mean the taking all of you, or the humming part?"
"Either. Both."
Smiling at me, she said "Uh, the all-of-you part I learned from that movie
'Deep Throat'; the other part I kind of made up after the way you reacted
when I did it the first time."
"Where did you get a chance to see 'Deep Throat'?!"
"One of the other girls at school. Her dad has some porno movies, and that
was one of them. A bunch of us were at her house one afternoon after school,
and when she showed us the movies her dad had, we all wanted to see what the
fuss was about that one."
"I'm afraid to ask - what else did you learn?"
"Oh, a little of this, a little of that!"
I groaned in mock terror, and said "Oh, God, you're gonna kill me - I just
know it!!"
Jan laughed, and replied "No, I'm not. If I kill you, I can't *use* you
again - and I want to use you a LOT."
I laughed, too, and told her "Oh, the way my life has changed! From a
respected engineer to the sexual plaything of a depraved 16-year-old!"
She giggled, but didn't reply - at least, not verbally. The look she gave
me, though, spoke volumes. I knew I was in *big* trouble. She just might
kill me - but I'd die _happy_.
"Jan?"
"Yes, Uncle Dan?"
"Uh, why didn't you want to let me do anything to you?"
"Because I just wanted to make YOU happy, without having you worrying about
making ME happy."
"Jan, dear, you don't need to worry about that - I *like* doing the things I
do to you. Using my tongue on you, touching you, all of it. It makes me feel
almost as good as it does you. So next time, don't be afraid to let me
please you, too, okay?"
She smiled at me, and only _slightly_ chastised, agreed.
I started to roll over to face her, and bumped my elbow against one of the
trays we'd used. Both of us got the same idea at the same time, and
together, we cleaned up after our meal and playtime, not bothering to dress.
Once back in the family room, we settled back down on the couch: me at one
end, leaning back against the arm, Jan laying down so that her head rested
on my leg. After a little discussion, we settled on watching some TV, and
from there, soon settled on watching a movie.
We watched the movie to its end, and the one following it turned out to have
a hard 'R' rating. Naturally enough, watching it got Jan and I both
stimulated. I started things by _slowly_ stroking her side, from the side of
her breast to her hip, then down through her pubic hair, up her belly to her
chest, then back across her breast - *ever* so softly - and back to her
side. After perhaps twenty minutes, both of Jan's breasts were tight. Not
just firm - as they always were - but tight to the point of almost being
hard; her areolas puckered to small, dark brown volcanoes, and her nipples
erect and hard. I could also detect the distinct aroma of her arousal: sweet
and heady, yet musky, too: something about it went straight to my groin.
For her part, Jan was content to play with my pubic hair - but regardless of
where it was, so that she was lightly dragging her fingernails all around my
semi-erect penis, across my balls, and down onto my thighs; her touch was
whisper-light. The effect was enough to keep me mildly aroused, but without
enough contact to bring me to full arousal.
Inevitably, over a period of time, the movie became far less important to us
than what we were doing to each other; our efforts with each other had
gradually escalated, until Jan had turned onto her stomach, and pulled her
knees underneath herself. The net result was that she was face down on my
lap, her butt sticking up in the air and her legs slightly spread. Starting
at my lower belly, she started going in a circular pattern, centered on, and
spiraling in toward, my nearly erect penis. As she did that, I caressed her
back in small figure eights, starting crosswise across her shoulder blades,
and ever so slowly, down her back toward her butt. I was content to follow
her lead, and kept the speed of my movements synchronized with hers, so that
about the time she was circling my pubic hair, I was touching the tops of
her ass cheeks. By the time her lips finally touched my erect penis, I had
reached her mons, and was stroking her inner lips and brushing over her
clitoris. As she paid more and more attention to my penis, and got closer to
finally taking it into her mouth, I focused more and more on her vaginal
lips, and pressed more and more firmly against the treasure they guarded.
Having realized that I was following her example, her actions as she worked
her way toward the glans of my erection were slow and deliberate. Finally,
though, she took the very end of it between her lips - and I slowly pressed
a fingertip into her now-soaked vagina. As she kissed and tongue-nibbled me,
I slithered my finger around her opening, spreading her lubrication around,
and making sure that it was well distributed on my finger.
As she progressed, so did I - when she finally had the entire head of my
member in her mouth, I had the first digit of my finger inside her, and
mimicked - as best I could - inside her what she was doing to the outside of
me: swirling my finger in circles inside her, sliding it in and out of her
in small movements, fluttering it, and even twisting it. The effect on her
was to be expected: she raised her ass a bit more, and spread her legs as
best she could on the couch, giving me better access to her virginity. For a
good 15 minutes, Jan worked her way down my erection; my finger in her
tunnel kept pace, until - finally! - she was taking nearly all of me into
her warm, hot mouth, and I was working a single finger in and out of her,
her ass and pelvis moving in synchronization with my efforts: pushing back
against me as I slid it in, following me a way as I withdrew before pulling
away from me, and making aroused gasping noises when she breathed.
After a few minutes of this, she finally allowed me to pop free of her lips,
and sat up slowly - her eyes smoky with desire and a look of unbridled lust
on her face. With an impish grin, she took the hand I had been using, and
licked clean the finger that had been inside her, then fellating it briefly,
before telling me "I'm ready. God! Am I ever ready! I want you inside me.
How do we do it?" in a husky voice.
"You're the boss. Best way would probably be with me underneath, and you
slide yourself down onto me. That way, you control how fast and how far."
"Just like you did with Kelly, huh? It worked for her, it should work for
me! Let's get ready, then - I want you _now_."
Sitting up a bit, I slid my hips down until I was resting on the edge of the
couch, more on my tailbone than my butt. Jan got the idea, and quickly swung
a leg over me, so that she was facing me, kneeling over my lower belly, her
breasts just inches in front of me. I tilted my head forward a bit to start
licking and sucking on her nipples as I slid a hand between us to start
stroking her labia and softly rubbing her clitoris. In only a few seconds,
she was arching her pelvis in time with my actions, and had leaned farther
forward so that I would be able to feast on more of her breasts, and even
her shoulders and neck. A bit after that, she reached down to move my hand
out of the way, and then grasp my slick erection and position it against her
labia. From there, she moved it back and forth, sliding it between her
vaginal lips, and spreading her ample moisture around the head, lubricating
it. Finally satisfied that both of us were ready, she sat up again, and with
her hand on my shoulder, held me in place as she started lowering herself
onto me. To our mutual surprise - and pleasure! - I readily slid in far
enough that the head of my erection was fully enveloped by her, her vaginal
opening clasping me just behind the glans. God, what she tight! And hot!
Satisfied that I wasn't going to slide away, she released her hold on my
penis, and put her other hand on my other shoulder. Locking eyes with me,
she raised herself slightly, and then sat down again, allowing perhaps
another half an inch of me to enter her. She smiled at me as she paused a
few moments to get used to the sensation and allow herself to stretch. By
now, she was wet enough that I could feel small rivulets of her juices
trickling down my penis, and puddling in my pubic hair. When she was ready,
she again raised herself slightly before sitting again - and again, another
half inch of me slid further into her. This time, her eyes closed, and I
could see her concentrating on letting her internal muscles stretch so that
she could continue. Still, after a bit, they opened again, and she looked
into my eyes as she repeated her actions - this time, gaining perhaps an
inch of my hardness. This time, she kept here eyes open, though I could
still see the look of aroused concentration on her face as she slowly got
used to this new sensation. The wait was a bit longer this time, but when
she was ready, she did it again - first raising, then lowering, herself so
that she took nearly another inch inside. This time, I could see on her face
that she was a bit uncomfortable, and told her "Jan, wait a bit if you need
to. I'm here, and I'm not going anyplace" - a wry grin from her at that -
"and we've got the whole week, if that's what it takes. Take as much time as
you have to, and do what you have to, to make this right and comfortable for
YOU. Even if you want to stop, that's fine with me."
"Damned if I'm gonna stop! It feels too good! I just need a little bit to
get used to it, is all.", she replied, panting slightly.
As she sat there, I reached up and put my hands on her breasts, which now
glistened with a fine sheen of perspiration. Running my thumbs over her
nipples, I cupped and squeezed her mounds, delighting in their firm texture
and soft surface. After a few moments, though, I realized that I hadn't hit
the obstruction of her hymen as soon as I had with Kelly. I looked up into
her face, and asked her "Jan, are you okay?"
She looked at me in surprise, and asked "Sure, why not? It doesn't hurt;
like I said, I just need to get used to it."
"That's what I mean - you don't act like you've had any pain or anything; I
*know* we're past where your maidenhead was."
"Oh, that. I could feel it when you went past that point, and felt kind of a
pulling sensation, but it didn't actually *hurt* or anything, it was just
uncomfortable for a moment, so I kept going. It's okay, really."
Since she didn't seem in any pain or discomfort, that pretty much settled it
for me, and I went back to fondling her breasts.
After a couple minutes, she started moving again, only this time, she raised
herself almost completely off me, so that only the head of my erection was
still inside her before sitting down again, so that only a little more of me
slid into her. She continued this for the next several minutes, slowly, so
that each time she lowered herself, she gained another fraction of an inch
of my penis inside her. Finally, though, there came the point where she
lowered herself enough that her cute, firm, tight fanny was securely planted
in my lap, and the full length of my member was inside her hot, tight, wet
tunnel of love.
At that point, I could see her visibly relax, and quit fondling her breasts
to pull her against my chest, where I hugged her before softly kissing her
face and neck and shoulders, before settling on her lips. We stayed like
that, holding each other and softly kissing, for only a couple of minutes
before she started moving her pelvis in small, experimental motions. First,
she simply raised herself a bit - not enough that I actually slid out any,
but more of a finding out how much she could move before I *did* start to
slide. From there, she tried moving her pelvis in different directions -
forward and backward, sideways, small circular movements, and so on. As she
got used to having me completely inside her, her movements became more and
more bold and extensive; and the more she moved, the better her slick
secretions were distributed, making it even easier for her to experiment -
and the more she enjoyed her self-induced sensations, judging from the
gasping and moaning noises she was making. In only a few minutes, she had
started to bounce up and down on my lap, allowing perhaps an inch or two of
my stiffness to slide in and out of her opening; a few minutes later, and
her bounces were higher, moving herself over nearly my entire length, and
soaking our pubic hair with her delightful womanly oils. She was not gentle
about impaling herself on me, either - each time she came down, it was firm
enough for us to bump slightly, and slightly squeeze her clitoris between
our pubic bones, arousing her even further.
Finally, though, her legs started to tire, and she slowed down. Taking her
into my arms, I sat up, and then carefully moved us back down onto the
floor, still connected. With her on her back, and me over her and between
her legs. I rested on myself on my elbows, and began a slow, steady
thrusting into her. So much has been said in trying to describe the
sensation; yet no words will ever be sufficient to describe it. Suffice it
to say, it was all the glorious descriptions ever used, only more so. Hot,
and tight, yet still slick enough to allow our lovemaking -- that mutual
friction that defies all description, but once experienced, is never
forgotten and sought after from then on.
Changing my angle slightly, I was better able to stimulate her clitoris as
my erect penis slid by it; before long, she was panting in my ear again, and
raking her nails across my back as she hunched herself up onto me. After
only a very few minutes, I could hear the change in her breathing, and feel
the tightening of her vagina, as her climax approached, then hit her. When
it did, her breathing stopped, and she lifter her hips clear off the floor
as she impaled herself on me for the good ten or fifteen seconds that her
first spasm lasted. With a gasp, she nearly fell back onto the floor, and I
quickly pressed myself as far into her as I could, mashing her clitoris
between us - and again, her breathing stopped as I felt her internal muscles
clamp down on me, almost painfully, before they started a rhythmic milking
of my buried member. Having already climaxed once, thanks to her oral
administrations, I wasn't anywhere near my own release, and was able to
fully enjoy the unique sensations her internal muscles generated as her
orgasm progressed, until, finally and slowly, they passed, and she was again
able to start breathing regularly - if panting. Opening her eyes, she looked
up at me, and when she did, I began thrusting again - soon moving a bit
faster this time, and with a bit more force when I re-entered her. When I
did that, her eyes got big for a few moments, until the sensations started
to take hold of her again, and she closed her eyes to focus on our joining,
and the effects it was having on her.
Exercising a little control over her internal muscles, she started clasping
at me. Since I had not let her fall far from her previous peak, it didn't
take her to start moaning under me again, grunting slightly as I bumped our
pelvises together, and gasping her arousal, repeating "Oh!.....Oh!.....Oh!"
over and over again. Pausing long enough to raise myself up on my hands and
arms, I resumed my pistoning in her, and was able to look down between us,
where I saw her thin vaginal lips - wet and glistening from her juices -
clasping me as I moved; clutching at me on the out stroke, and disappearing,
guiding me, when I thrust back into her.
It took only a couple more minutes before she was again spasming around me -
but this time, I could feel the faint beginnings of my own climax, and
didn't stop thrusting into her as her orgasm came (forgive the pun) and
went. When this one passed, she didn't even open her eyes - she simply
accepted that our time was not yet over, and gave herself to the continuing
stimulation and sensations that I was providing. In only a couple of
minutes, her moans were almost continuous, and she raised her legs enough to
lock her ankles behind me, using her heels to try and press me even farther
into her. With her pelvis tilted up toward me like that, I was able to
penetrate her even farther; along with that penetration came a subtle change
in the angle I was entering her, bringing a bit more stimulation to the head
of my slick erection. In only a few minutes, I could feel the start of my
own climax, and started thrusting into her harder and harder, almost mashing
her clitoris between our pubic bones as I impacted her. Raising her hips
again, she lifted herself completely off the floor as I almost pounded into
her time after time, until, finally, I felt myself tightening up for that
final release that all men seek. As I felt the first shot of my semen start
it's journey, I pressed myself into her as far as I could; in return, she
hunched herself up again, and started a small circular motion with her hips
that stimulated me far more than I would have believed - I fully expected
that initial blast of my seminal fluid to bounce off her tonsils, so
strongly did it hit me. The second, and even third, didn't feel much less
powerful, and they seemed to be enough to push her over the edge into her
third orgasm of our lovemaking session: I felt her clamp down on me yet
again, soon followed by a strange 'fluttering' sensation from inside her
that served more to keep me from getting soft than to milk the rest of my
fluids from my still-tingling erection.
Gasping for breath, I could feel my arms starting to quiver from holding our
combined weight, and I carefully lowered us so that Jan was on the floor
again, and I was holding my weight off her on my elbows and knees, my
semi-hard penis still locked inside her vagina as it continued to softly
clasp at me while her orgasm slowly faded. After we'd caught our breath, she
opened her eyes again, and with tears in them, raised herself up to grasp me
around the chest and hug me. I could feel her hot tears on my chest, and
when she finally released me, looked at her in concern.
Smiling up at me, she said "Thank you, Uncle Dan! The other orgasms I've had
have been really wonderful, but *nothing* as nice as what we just had. You
were kind, and gentle, and patient, and *loving*, and that means so much to
me! You were my first lover, just like I wanted you to be, and you were
everything I'd hoped, and made everything the way I'd wanted it to be! It
didn't hurt; it felt *WONDERFUL*, and I've got YOU to thank for that. You've
made me a WOMAN, and I'm happier now that I've ever been before in my life.
Thank you!"
And with that, she gave me ANOTHER hug, this one not as long, but terminated
with a series of small kisses to my chest and face.
When she'd finally settled back down, I lowered my head a bit, and gave her
a small kiss on the tip of her nose, telling her "Jan, that's what really
matters to me: that it didn't hurt, and that it was a good experience for
you."
"Boy, was it! You really surprised me after my first orgasm, when you were
still hard and inside me, and started making love to me again! And then when
you didn't even stop or slow down when I had the second one, well, that was
amazing!"
"Well, I'm glad you enjoyed it. I sure did!", I teased.
"I'll say. That last time, I was almost there when you stopped moving, and I
thought I was going to miss out. But all of a sudden, I could feel myself
getting hot and wet inside, and I realized that you were shooting, and that
was enough to help me finish. Wow!"
By this time, my elbows were getting a little sore, so I wormed my hands
under Jan, and holding her close, rolled over onto my back, so that she was
laying completely on top of me, her legs outside of mine. As we got settled,
the movement was enough that my softened penis popped free of her, releasing
a small flood of our combined juices to saturate my pubic hair, and soak my
testicles. Looking down at me, Jan could feel it happening, and - to my
surprise - blushed slightly, and got a mildly embarrassed look on her face.
I couldn't help but laugh a bit at it, and she quickly realized that it had
been a perfectly normal consequence of our lovemaking, before laying her
head on my chest and almost purring in satisfaction.
After a few minutes, though, she lifted her head to look at me and say "Uh,
Uncle Dan? As nice as that was, and as happy as I am with you like this, I'm
feeling kind of, um, 'icky', if you know what I mean. Would you be hurt if I
wanted to get up and take a shower?"
"No, dear, I wouldn't be hurt. I don't care a lot for it, either, really.
Not that I mind that it's you and me mixed up together, or anything like
that; just that it's getting cold and sticky and that's kind of
uncomfortable."
"Yeah, that's kind of what I was feeling. Uh, do you want to shower *with*
me?"
"Hmmmph. Try and stop me!", I answered, and getting a pleased giggle in
return.
Planting a kiss on my lips, she got her legs under her, and stood up before
moving to stand next to me. I started to get up, making a big show of how
she'd worn me out, and getting an amused laugh for my efforts. Before we
could move, though, she got a strange expression on her face, followed by
her reaching down to cup her hand between her legs. Apparently, some more of
my semen was dripping out of her, and I could see that she was still mildly
embarrassed by it. I couldn't help laughing at the sight, and she got an
indignant look on her face before I picked her up and held her in my arms as
I carried her into the bathroom. Standing her up in the shower, I patted her
on the butt before I started the water and getting it adjusted. When it was
just right, I raised back up and joined her in the tub, closing the shower
curtain behind me.
We washed each other off, with enough playing to make it fun, and then dried
each other carefully. When we were done, it was getting late, and I
suggested that we go ahead and get some sleep.
Grinning at me, she asked "Do I still have to sleep in the other bedroom,
now?"
I pretended to consider the question, and when she got a surprised and
concerned look on her face, couldn't help laughing as I told her "Well, I
guess there's no real point to it, now, is there?"
She responded by saying "You stinker!" - before we both had a good laugh as
we headed toward my bedroom.
Once there, we easily got the covers pulled down a bit and got into bed. I
laid on my side, and she wiggled herself back until we were laying in the
good old spoon position, her smooth ass resting in my 'lap', my softened
penis resting between her asscheeks. I put an arm around her, and didn't
even hesitate to curl it up so that I could cup her breast. She put a hand
over mine before turning her head to look at me.
I raised up a bit so that I could give her a proper kiss on the lips before
telling her "Good night, Trouble. I love you."
"Good night, Uncle Dan. I love you, too - more than I can ever show you."
That said, I told Mabel to turn out the lights, and Jan and I held each
other as we drifted off to sleep.
I woke up once during the night, and found that I'd developed an erection,
and Jan had worked herself onto it. We were laying there, my erect penis
firmly planted inside her, When I tried to withdraw, she made an unhappy
murmur, so I figured what the hell, and left it where it was and went back
to sleep with a smile.
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When I woke up the next morning, Jan and I had separated, but I still had a
ferocious hard-on. How much of it was from the normal morning guy thing, how
much was from having to take a leak, and how much was from having her smooth
ass cheeks wrapped around it, I wouldn't have dared guess. I carefully - so
as to not disturb Jan - eased myself out of bed, and managed to make it to
the bathroom, where I had to stand well back from the toilet, lean against
the wall, and force my penis down to relieve one of the pressures on me.
Once cleaned up, I headed back to the bed, and gently slid back next to the
still-sleeping Jan, who wiggled herself closer to me, and in the process,
getting my erect member wedged between her warm buns. With her warm body
tucked next to me, it didn't take long for me to fall asleep again.
When I woke up again, I was on my back, and Jan was laying next to me,
facing me. I turned my head to look at her, and with a grin on her face, she
reached down and took me in her hand, and started stroking me. I raised an
eyebrow, and asked her "And just *what* do you think you're doing?", with
mock seriousness.
Her eyes twinkled, and she answered "Trying to get you hard, silly!"
"And you're sure you want to do that?"
"You bet!"
"And just what do you think is going to happen if you succeed?", I asked,
still mock serious.
"Well, I was kinda thinking that you would make love to me again. And I AM
succeeding, if you hadn't noticed."
Indeed she was. But I couldn't help but ask "So you think you're ready for
another go, huh?"
"Yup!"
"Not sore? No pain?"
"Nope - just *horny*!"
Rolling my eyes, I exclaimed "My God! I've created a monster!"
She giggled, and threw the covers back before moving down to position
herself face to face, as it were, with my nearly erect penis. Her movement
brought her ass up near my head. When I reached over and pressed against the
inside of her thigh, she readily lifted her leg, and let me guide it to my
other side - leaving her open to my attentions.
Guiding her back a bit, I tilted my head, and after admiring the view of her
arousal, drew in a deep breath - savoring the heady aroma of fresh, young,
excited girl. Like steel to a magnet, my tongue was drawn to the source; in
only a few moments, my tongue was parting her labia, tasting the spicy
sweetness of her nectar, and delighting in the feel of her vaginal lips
caressing my tongue as I slid it between them on the way to her clitoral
hood, which was peeking out at me from her cleft.
She contented herself with touching and caressing my now erect penis, softly
stroking and caressing it, kissing it, and when a drop of fluid appeared at
the end, licking it.
We continued like that for perhaps ten minutes: me using my mouth and tongue
and lips to tease and caress and arouse her; she doing much the same to me,
only slightly less so. Clearly, she wanted to keep me stimulated, but not
too much, while allowing me to arouse her as much as possible. With
enthusiasm, I did that very thing: licking her from clitoris to perineum, my
tongue sometimes sliding between her labia, other times around or over one
or the other. Taking her clitoris between my lips and 'nibbling' at it.
Fluttering my tongue across her clitoral hood. Pushing my tongue as deeply
inside her as I could, and then curling it, scooping up as much of her
wetness as I could before withdrawing it. Placing my mouth over her vaginal
opening, and applying a rhythmic, varying suction, pulling her lips into my
mouth. Sliding my finger inside her vagina, then pumping it in and out of
her, drawing her vaginal lips even further out. Using her juices, mixed with
my saliva, to lubricate her anus as I rubbed and pressed against it, even
getting the first digit of it inside her.
Soon enough, she was gasping and moaning, encouraging my efforts; and not
long after that, she took me into her mouth again. When she released her
hold on me, I was slick and glistening from her saliva; she turned to look
at me, saying "Uncle Dan! Please, I'm ready!"
I was, too.
Guiding her leg back over me so I could sit up, I looked at her: face and
shoulders almost crimson from the blush of arousal, nipples hard and erect,
and a look of raw lust on her face. I got on my knees, turned to her, and
paused, waiting to see how she wanted me to make love to her. Looking over
her shoulder, she told me "I want to try it like this. Please!".
As I moved up behind her, she reached a hand between her legs, and using her
fingers, spread her vaginal lips, revealing the pink wetness inside her. I
paused a few moments, and tried to memorize the sight before moving closer,
and directing the head of my erection to the target she'd presented me. When
she felt me make contact, she released her grip, allowing her labia to close
around me; I slid the end of my penis up and down between them a couple
times, wetting it with her secretions, in addition to the saliva she'd left
on it. When she moaned in frustration, I quickly repositioned myself, and
put my hands on her hips. Before I could push into her, though, she pressed
herself back, taking nearly half of me inside her. I pulled back a bit, then
pressed forward, enjoying the sensation as the ring of her vaginal mouth
slid down my length, until I was fully embedded in her - and earning a
pleased moan as I did so.
We waited a few moments, then she started rocking herself a bit, moving
herself around me. Taking a firm grip on her hips, I pulled out of her until
just the head was inside, paused a second, and slid myself back into her in
a single smooth motion, and getting another pleased moan in response. It
didn't take me long to get into a nice, steady rhythm - withdrawing until
the glans of my erection was only a little way inside her, then pistoning
back into her - firmly enough to cause a slight sway in her breasts, but not
hard. She was so hot inside, and tight enough to generate that that
exquisite friction, but her ample lubrication keeping things moving nicely -
indeed, there was enough of it that the liquid, squishing noise of our
activity were easily heard.
To my surprise, it took only a couple of minutes before Jan had an orgasm. A
small one, granted, but an orgasm none the less: her gasping and moaning
increased as I felt her tighten around me as I continued to piston in and
out of her, neither speeding up or slowing down. After it was over, she was
even hotter and wetter inside, and I leaned forward so I could play with her
breasts and nipples. I sped up my thrusts into her, and she responded by
rocking in time with my motions, as well as reaching between her legs to rub
her clitoris. When she did that, I could feel her fingertips brush against
my scrotum when it swung forward as I thrust into her - the brushing contact
stimulated me, and after only a few minutes, was thrusting into her more
firmly, causing minor waves in the flesh and muscles of her ass cheeks from
the impact.
After a few minutes of this, I could feel my balls tighten up, and knew that
I wasn't far from release. When I told Jan "I'm close!", her efforts at her
crotch increased, and it didn't take long before her back was arching and
relaxing as she, too, got closer to her orgasm. As I got close to my climax,
Jan had hers: she nearly screamed as her back arched one last time, and I
could feel her vaginal muscles tightening around me; had it not been for the
copious lubrication she'd made, I doubt that I would have been able to
continue moving in her. It was the incredible feeling when her vagina
started an intense, rapid milking sensation that finally pushed me over the
edge - pushing myself as far into her as I could, I released shot after shot
into her rhythmically clasping insides, while I felt her fingers dancing on
her clitoris and tickling my balls at the same time. The combination of her
heat, the flexing of her internal muscles, and the involuntary motions we
made as we met at the peak of release was incredible - I thought that my
balls were going to be the next things to launch out the end of my penis.
Even after I felt the last spurt of my semen leave me, I stayed hard from
the sensations she was creating around me; she continued to rock back and
forth, churning our combined fluids into a froth that was forced out of her
vagina, drenching her mons and my balls. When her spasms ended that I felt
her draw a long, ragged breath before collapsing onto her elbows, her ass
still in the air; she let her head fall to the bed, and I leaned forward and
rested, my hands on the bed on each side of her, kissing her softly on her
shoulders and the back of her neck - and still buried in her.
We stayed like that for only a couple of minutes before we both felt the
need to lay down before we fell down. Holding her, I pressed my hips
forward, guiding her to lay down, with me over her, before rolling us onto
our sides, my semi-erect penis still held in her womanly grasp.
Still holding her, I let my hand slide up until I was holding her breast in
my hand, and started slowly running my thumb over the nipple, causing her to
shudder every so often with orgasmic aftershocks. Eventually, though, she
stopped responding, and I contented myself with simply holding her as she
recovered. After a bit, I noticed that she'd worn herself out, and fallen
asleep; not long after that, I felt my softened penis pull free of her, and
the trickling of our fluids as they were released. Shortly after that, I
fell asleep myself, still holding her.
It was a couple of hours later that I awoke to the sound of Mabel telling me
that I had a phone call. Instructing 'her' to let it through, I found that
my secretary had called to see if I was okay; telling her that something had
come up (!!), I said that I was fine, but that I didn't think that I'd be in
that day. It being a Friday, I told her that if things were slow, she could
go ahead and go home early. Reassured that I wasn't dead or injured, she
readily agreed, and that ended the conversation. During it, I noted that I'd
rolled over onto my other side, as had Jan - we were now in the spoon
position with her behind me, and her hand firmly grasping my limp -and
admittedly a bit tender - member. My talk with my secretary apparently woke
her up, because a few moments after the connection broke, I could feel her
moving around a bit behind me as she tried to get as close to me as she
could, pressing her breasts into my back. I could also feel the tickle of
her pubic hair on my ass (a truly unique sensation), and her warm breath on
my shoulder blade.
Once settled, she told me "Thanks, Uncle Dan. That's a really nice way to
start the morning!"
"It sure as hell is - if it doesn't kill me first!"
She almost literally purred into my back as she said "No, I'm not going to
kill you. You're too much fun alive."
"Yeah, but have you ever heard the phrase 'killing with kindness'? I'm
starting to worry if that's not what you're doing to me!"
She giggled a bit, and replied "No, if there's any kindness, it's YOU
showing it to ME. You've been an absolute dear since I got here, and I
really appreciate it."
"Yeah, well, I kinda enjoyed it, too, you know."
"Oh, I know! As nice as it is laying here with you, I'm starting to feel
kind of, um, *squishy*. I want to take a shower, but I don't want to get up,
either."
"I'm feeling kind of the same way - kind of sticky, but not wanting to break
this up, either."
"Uh, I told Mabel not to start your coffee a little while ago; you were
still asleep, and I didn't think you would mind."
"That's fine, dear, I appreciate your thoughtfulness." I paused a moment,
then said "Mabel!"
"Sir?"
"Start the coffee, please."
"Yes, sir. The coffee is on, and should be ready in about 5 minutes."
"Thank you. That's all.", I said, ending the command mode.
That out of the way, I eased away from Jan a bit, and turned over, so that
we were facing each other. Raising a hand, I softly touched her face,
tracing the outlines of her eyes and nose and lips with a fingertip before
laying my hand on her cheek. She nodded a bit when I did, seeming to enjoy
my touch.
Looking into her eyes, I told her "Jan, I know that you enjoyed what we've
done since you got here yesterday; but what I wanted to tell you that I
enjoyed it, too. Not just the making love, but having the time with you. I
really am honored that you would choose me to be the first man to make love
with you; I have to admit that I was more than a little afraid that I would
do something wrong, and mess it up for you. I'm relieved that I didn't, and
that you seem to have enjoyed it as much as you have. I'm yours for the rest
of the week, if you want me; but after that, I think we need to give some
serious thought to whether or not we want what we have to continue."
I could see her eyes start to tear up, and quickly continued "It's not that
I don't love you, or anything of the sort. It's just that you're my best
friends daughter, and if we continue this too long, it's likely to upset or
hurt him, and I don't think either of us wants that. I love you very much -
as Jan, not a lover, though that part of it is nice, too. I told you before,
what I feel for you is more like what I would feel if you were *my*
daughter; it's that kind of feeling that made it difficult for me to accept
the idea of actually making love with you. You're most definitely
attractive, and sexy, and affectionate, and loving, and everything any guy
with two brain cells to rub together would want. Hell, even *I* would be
happy to have someone like you as a girlfriend, wife, lover, or simply in my
home - IF it wasn't for the fact that you're my best friends daughter, and
as close to me as you are. If you were someone I'd met at a party or
something, I'd have been happy to jump your bones the first time you batted
your pretty eyes at me, and probably invited you to move in for a while. But
you're NOT."
She blinked back her tears, and nodded her understanding as I finished up by
saying "Jan, you're a dear. I love you, and always will. This time we have
together is always going to stay with me, and I'll remember it with love and
fondness even when I'm too old to do anything else. But *your* life is just
starting, and you've got a great many years ahead of you, and plenty of time
to find the special someone that you want to share those years with. As nice
and everything as you think I am, I promise you, there's someone _your_ age
out there that you'll think is just as nice. And with him, you'll be able to
share your love in full measure, for as long as you want."
Her eyes mostly dry now, she answered me by saying "I understand what you're
saying, Uncle Dan. I knew we couldn't be, uh, intimate like this for long;
and I know that what you and I have is *so* much different that what you and
Kelly have. In my brain, I know what you're saying is true; it's just my
heart that is giving me trouble. But you've taught me too much for me to be
happy right now with the idea of spending time with anyone but you."
"Jan, it's okay. Like I said, we've still got the rest of this week, at
least. And I didn't say that we couldn't have _any_ more time together, only
that we didn't take it too far for too long. If you want to come back over
here every now and then, I'd be delighted to see you, whether we made love
or not; you really are nice to have around for all kinds of reasons.
Understand: I'm not kicking you out, or telling you we can't see each other;
I'm just trying to make sure that you *do* get out and try to experience
more of the world than you would if you stayed with me."
"Okay, I can accept that - as long as you promise that you're part of that
world that I get to see more than once."
I laughed, and said "If I wasn't, I'd be disappointed."
Satisfied, we just lay there until Mabel announced that the coffee was done,
and gave us the weather and time.
With that, Jan got up and left the bedroom. She apparently went to the
kitchen, because she had a cup of hot coffee for me when she got back.
Setting it on the nightstand next to me, she went around and got back into
bed next to me as I sat up. I held here there as she cuddled up next to me,
and sipped at my coffee until it finally cleared enough cobwebs that I was
able to get motivated about the idea of a shower. When my coffee was gone, I
suggested that we go in and take a shower; she quickly agreed, and off we
went for a quick (okay, half hour) shower. Once dried off and dressed, we
headed back into the kitchen, me for more coffee, and Jan for some tea - and
to make both of us breakfast.
When breakfast was done, we spent the rest of the day just lazing about,
listening to music, watching a (very) little TV, talking, and so on. As
evening approached, Jan got it into her head that she wanted to watch some
of the more 'adult' programs on cable. Since I didn't subscribe to anything
hardcore, she had to settle for some pretty hard 'R' ratings, from the
program listings, on the premium movie channels. Once settled on what she
wanted to watch, she further decided that she wanted both of us nude, and to
sit on my lap. Naturally enough, I agreed.
When she'd said 'sit on my lap', she'd _meant_ *sit* on my lap: I'd parked
myself in one of the large chairs facing the TV, my feet up on a footstool;
when she was ready, she'd seated herself on my lap, her legs on each side of
mine, tucked under her, and leaned back against me, pulling my arms around
her to rest on her lower belly. From there, she wiggled her cute butt a bit
to get herself settled in. When she finally came to rest, my engorged penis
was firmly pressing against her mons, her fine, soft pubic hair
caressing/tickling me in a most interesting and pleasant way.
As the movies went on, I went from having my penis simply engorged with
blood to semi-erect. When that happened, Jan, of course, could feel it, and
would make very small hunching movements with her pelvis, softly rubbing
herself against me. I could tell that the movies were affecting her, too:
there was more than a trace of wetness being spread by her motions, and when
I looked down at her breasts (fairly often :-), I could see that her nipples
were always at least a little erect.
As the evening went on, and the movies got more explicit and 'active', so
did Jan and I. Halfway through the second movie, the movie, Jan's actions,
and the situation conspired to bring me to nearly a full erection. When she
felt the increased pressure, Jan looked down and saw what was happening.
With hardly any delay, she raised herself a bit, and after running the head
of my penis between her labia to wet it with her juices, positioned it at
her entrance, and sat down again, taking me into her. That done, Jan began a
conscious effort to keep us both stimulated - squeezing her vaginal muscles
around me, slowly hunching herself so as to slide me - ever so slightly - in
and out of her. Wanting to give as good as I was getting, I moved my hands:
one down, to start softly rubbing her clitoris, the other up, to start
caressing and squeezing her breast. One of her hands went out to the arm of
the chair to steady herself; the other went to her other breast. Rather than
trying to get each other off, we were content to keep each other aroused,
increasing that arousal as slowly as possible, delaying satisfaction for as
long as we could.
By the end of the second movie, we were both fully aroused, and finally
looking forward to reaching the end. It was with the third - and most
erotic, by far - movie that we went about stimulating each other
deliberately, though still slowly. Jan started clenching herself around me,
slowly and rhythmically, in counterpoint to the small motions she was making
on my penis as she moved to slide my erection in and out of herself. For my
part, I was delighted to continue my attentions to her clitoris, drawing her
plentiful lubrication from where we were joined; and using my fingertips to
caress any part of her body I could reach. I'd play with her bellybutton,
I'd caress her breasts by tracing their entire surface, I'd Braille-memorize
her areolas and nipples. Added to that, I was kissing the backs and tops of
her shoulders, and neck; at times, I would trace the outlines of her ears
with the tip of my tongue, savoring the taste of her skin. Other times, I'd
content to simply breathe in the scent of her - if there is *anything* more
appealing and erotic than the smell of clean, fresh girl, I don't know what
it could be; if it could be bottled, I'm sure it would be the most effective
male aphrodisiac ever sold. Whether it was pheromones, soap, or something
else, I couldn't say. All I know is that it *worked*. Very well.
By this time, we were both breathing heavily, and making involuntary noises
of arousal. Positioned as we were, there was nothing I could do to try and
press into her - the couple of times I tried, she simply let herself be
raised by my hips and legs, effectively keeping me where I was inside her.
Understanding that she wanted to make this a particularly special event, I
contented myself with simply letting her proceed at whatever pace she
wanted, and adding to whatever arousal she could bring to herself.
As the third movie progressed, I continued to stimulate her clitoris: softly
rubbing it, circling it with a fingertip, rhythmically pressing it, and so
on. For her part, Jan was most definitely aroused, as evidenced by her
hardened breasts, erect areolas and nipples, gasping and moaning, fine sheen
of sweat across her body, and the way she pressed herself down onto my penis
as I stimulated her clitoris.
I'd heard that there was a sexual discipline that involved contact such as
we had, but until then, couldn't understand how it was possible to maintain
an erection for so long without more 'active' involvement. *Now* I
understood, and enjoyed it tremendously: even without the slippery friction
of actual love-making, the mutual stimulation we were giving each other was
more than sufficient to gradually raise us to a phenomenal level. I could
feel her vaginal muscles clasping at me each time I ran my finger over her
clit, or pinched her nipple; each time she did that, I had an involuntary
twitch, which she could apparently feel, because she would gasp when I did.
Several minutes of this, and I could feel the faint twinges of my impending
release; Jan seemed to be feeling the same way, because all I could hear
from her was a continuous moan, interrupted only by the sounds of her deep
breathing. After several more minutes, the sensations we were experiencing
were irreversible, and despite the incredibly slow pace of the progression
of our stimulation and arousal, we ultimately reached a final sexual
release: I was first, pumping shot after shot of fluid into her. My mind
tells me that it must have been the usual multiple spurt ejaculation, but
what it felt like was a single, non-stop stream of semen. Even after the
sensation passed, I was still fully erect, and quickly resumed my
ministrations to her breasts and clitoris; after only few moments of slowly
bouncing on my lap and churning our mixed juices to a froth, Jan peaked as
well. As she gave a high-pitched keening sound, I could feel her tighten
around me as her entire body went rigid; under my finger, I could feel her
clitoris withdraw back under its hood. I quickly placed a couple of fingers
on each side of it, and rhythmically pressed on the nerve bundles that run
there, as well as a softer pressure on her now-hidden clit. My other hand
was dedicated to switching between her nipples, pinching them, and pulling
them away from her breasts. The pressure of her vagina on my penis was
strong, but not painfully so; what surprised me was the sensation of her
internal muscles as they went through a lighter, fluttering, milking
sensation. Though she went through a series of spasm, they were so close
together that they _almost_ felt like just one, even to me; I could easily
understand how they might feel like the single pulse I thought I'd
experienced. When it was finally over for her, she all but collapsed in my
arms, laying back against me and gasping for breath as she experienced a few
last (relatively) minor tremors.
When she'd again caught her breath, she raised herself up, releasing my
still erect penis from her sheath, stood and turned around, then seated
herself on my lap again. Once seated, she wiggled herself around a bit,
until she caught the head of my penis, and then settled herself down on it
again, taking me inside. Satisfied, she leaned forward and rested herself
against me, snuggling closer when I put my arms around her. She sat like
that for several minutes, almost purring into my chest, as my penis
softened, and finally slipped free of her hold. Thus uncorked, a small flood
of her juices and my seminal fluid was released, soaking my groin, and hers
where we touched.
Only after we'd been uncoupled for a minute or so did she bother to speak,
without moving from my embrace.
"Oh, boy." was what she had to say.
"Yeah, I suppose that sums it up, pretty well!"
"I didn't know it could be like that!"
"To tell the truth, I didn't either. I've gone slowly and taken my time
before, but *that* was something new."
"You mean you've never been like that with a girl before?" she asked,
amazed.
"Nope. Believe me, if I had, I'd remember it!"
I could _feel_ her smiling into my chest as she said "Well, I guess that's
one more thing to make this special, then."
"Jan, it's special to _me_, anyway, regardless of what does or doesn't
happen between us. You've honored me by picking me to be the first you make
love with; you've honored me by trusting me to help you learn what you do
and don't like about making love. You've shown me love and affection far
beyond your years; more than I believe I really deserve. BUT!" - in response
to the feeling of her preparing to say something - "_you_ believe that I
deserve it, and I'll accept that. To get back to what I was saying, though,
our relationship already *is* special - as is our time together, to me. Even
when you kissed me goodnight at your dad's house, it was special to me -
because it was a kiss from _you_."
She snuggled again, and I could again all but feel her smile, as I continued
"What I'm getting at is that you don't have to feel like there's any kind of
'score' involved, or that you need or have to do anything in particular to
make this time special to me; or at least, more special than it already is.
Do what you like, do what feels good, try things you wonder about, don't be
afraid to say that you do or don't like or want this thing or that. Enjoy
what you experience, and *be* in the experience. Savor it. For an experience
like this, if you feel like it's some kind of contest, then you've already
lost."
At that, she looked up at me, and smiled, saying "I understand, Uncle Dan.
Believe me, I *am* 'being' in the experience; that's what makes this _all_
so special to me. Not just you, not just what we've done, or what I hope
we'll do, but ALL of it - together. What I meant was that what we just did
was a special thing inside a special time."
I smiled back, and said "In that case, then I apologize for
misunderstanding."
She responded by saying "That's okay. One of the things you've taught me is
that people have to _talk_ - and listen! - if they really want to understand
each other."
A couple minutes later, she yawned, and I suggested a shower before heading
to bed. She quickly agreed, but when she went to get up, we found that we'd
gotten somewhat 'glued' together - causing her to go into a fit of giggles
as we carefully (!!) got ourselves pried apart.
Once settled into bed, Jan asked me if it was okay if Kelly and Robyn and
Kim came over, adding "I know that's more than 'a couple'".
I answered by telling her "Sure, that's fine. All things considered, I don't
see why Kelly should count as part of the 'couple'."
Jan laughed a bit, and said "Uh, is it okay if we're alone?"
I laughed, too, and said "Sure, Trouble. Do you want me gone completely, or
just out of the way? I've got some work I can take care of that will take up
maybe four or five hours, and I can do it either at the office or here, with
the door closed."
She quickly replied "Oh, here is fine; I don't want to make it
inconvenient."
"Okay, here it is, then. Do you want me to disappear when they show up, or
pretend not to be here at all?", I asked, with a smile.
She thought for a minute, and answered "Either one is fine. I'm just
thinking, Robyn and Kim have never seen this place, and they'll probably
have about a million questions about Mabel and all that."
"Well, I expect that between you and Kelly, you can answer most of them; at
least answer enough of them. Besides, if you get stuck, I'll still be here,
and you can use Mabel as an intercom to kind of show off if you want to."
She hugged me as she said "Thanks, Uncle Dan."
After a few moments, I couldn't help but ask "Jan, I understand - I think! -
why you want to have Kelly over. But why Robyn and Kim?"
She sat up, and looked at me as she said "Uh, it's kind of embarrassing to
explain."
THAT got my attention, and I asked "Embarrassing how?"
"Well, they kind of figured out that it was YOU that got me started on
learning about sex education and stuff. Actually, Robyn and Mary Alice
figured it out, too. When they started asking me about it and everything, I
tried to avoid it, but they just wouldn't let it *alone*; they'd just
suddenly ask me something about it, and I finally made a mistake and they
got me to tell them about _almost_ all of it. I mean, I didn't tell them
about _us_, you know, what we were doing, but they did find out what we were
talking about and everything. But before I told them _anything_, I made them
promise that they'd never, EVER tell anybody about it.", she explained, with
a look of apprehension on her face.
"I guess it's okay, Jan. I suppose some of them were going to figure it out
sooner or later. What else is there?"
Surprised, she asked "How did you know there was more?"
"Simple. That little bit wouldn't have bothered you too much, and I figure
you would have said something about it before."
Chastised, she looked down and said "Well, yeah, there's more. They didn't
actually say anything to me until a couple of weeks ago. Once they got to
me, it didn't take them long to figure out that you might be the one that
Kelly was so happy about, too."
"And?"
She sighed, and said "And Kelly finally had to fess up, too. She's not mad
or anything, just disappointed; she kind of feels like she betrayed your
trust or something. We've talked about it, and I tried to make her feel
better, but she's still kind of down about it."
"Okay, I guess that explains why I haven't heard from Kelly much the last
couple of weeks. Usually, she likes to stop by for a little while every few
days, just to listen to music or spend some time with me, but lately, she'd
been 'too busy'. I pretty much knew something was up, but figured she'd let
me know what was going on soon enough."
"Yeah, that's what it was. It wasn't you or anything, she was just too
embarrassed to say anything to you about it."
"Okay. Well, when she gets here tomorrow, I'll talk to her - without
bringing you into it."
Jan looked up at me, relief plain on her face, as she said "Thanks, Uncle
Dan. Um, you're not upset? Really?"
"No, not upset. Not even disappointed, really - I guess I should have known
that they're clever enough to figure it out, eventually. I'm just glad that
they're keeping their word about not talking about it."
"Oh, they'll keep their promise! For as long as I've known them, they've
*never* gone back on a promise, about *anything*."
"Okay, Trouble. If you trust them, I expect that I can, too. Is there
anything else I need to know?"
"Well, since then, they've been asking me and Kelly a lot of questions, and
they kind of know that I wanted you to be my first, you know, but there
hasn't been any kind of trouble or anything."
"Okay. Well, I guess we'll just see how it goes. I don't expect there are
going to be any real problems; about the worst that I can expect would be
that things might get 'interesting' for a while, if worst comes to worst."
"What do you mean?"
"The only ones I've actually 'done' anything with have been you and Kelly.
With you, it's been with your dad's permission and acceptance, so if anyone
gets upset, they'll just have to live with it. As for Kelly, HER parents
_don't_ know about us, and they *might* decide to get the law on me.
Remember, strictly speaking, what you and I, and Kelly and I, have done is
_technically_ 'rape', in the eyes of the law. I'm 44 years old, and you're
both under the 'legal' age of eighteen. Because you're young, the law
doesn't think that either of you is old or mature enough to understand what
we were doing. It's kind of like they figure you aren't old enough to fully
comprehend the choice you make, and aren't responsible enough to make it."
"That's stupid!"
"So? Stupid, or not, it's still the _law_, and I _could_ conceivable wind up
going to jail about it. But like I said, with you and me, it was with your
dad's permission. With Kelly, the argument could be made that her parents
have ignored her for so long that they all but gave up their roles as her
'guardians'. It might get nasty if it goes to court, but I don't think I'd
actually wind up going to jail or prison or anything."
At the mention of the possibility of my going to jail, Jan's eyes got large
as saucers. When I finished, she said "I didn't know! Honest to God, I
didn't know! Oh, Uncle Dan, I'm SO sorry!", and started to cry.
Pulling her down against me, I caressed her hair and stroked her back as I
said "It's okay, Jan. Really, it's okay. There's no reason you should have
known. Like I said, it's pretty doubtful that anything _really_ bad will
happen."
Only slightly comforted, Jan raised up a bit to look at me as she said "Now
I understand why you were so hesitant about letting me do this.", before
laying back down.
"Jan, *that* is the _one_ thing that I really didn't take into account when
you and Kelly brought the subject up. Understand this: I _trust_ you two.
Without question, without reservation. My *only* thought about whether or
not to do what you wanted was whether or not you were mature enough to fully
understand the consequences of what you were asking. Once that was settled
in my mind, the legal possibilities were of little concern to me."
From the tone of my voice, she knew I wasn't joking; from knowing me as she
did, she knew that I was telling the truth. Satisfied, then, she slid
herself off me and onto her side, next to me. Her head on my shoulder, she
let her arm and leg drape across me.
Gradually, she relaxed, and before long, I could feel her regular breathing
next to me as she fell asleep. It wasn't much longer before I joined her.
The next morning, I awoke to the sight of Jan facing me, awake, and simply
watching me. A bit disconcerted, I looked at her and raised an eyebrow in
question.
She smiled, and told me "Nothing. I just like looking at you while you
sleep."
"Must get pretty boring."
She laughed, and said "Not at all. Did you know that you make a funny noise
when I play with you?"
"Hmmmph. I guess I'll have to find out what kind of noises and such YOU make
when I do stuff to _you_!"
She giggled, and exclaimed "You wouldn't!"
Putting on my best Serious face, I just looked at her.
"You would, too, wouldn't you?!"
Evil Grin time.
When I reached under the covers, and touched her, she shrieked, and jumped
out of bed to escape. Not that it did her a lot of good - I may be old, but
I'm *sneaky*, and I _cheat_. Before long, I had her neatly trapped in a
corner, where I captured her, and proceeded to tickle her mercilessly. Only
when she was out of breath and near fainting did I release her - only to
start again when she made a gesture that she wanted to tickle me, too.
Eventually, she gave in, and we wound up with me holding her bent-over form
in my arms, her cute butt pressing against me. Naturally enough, I started
to get erect - which she, of course, felt. Looking over her shoulder, she
smiled at me, and said "Mmmmmm. Feels good. I know what would feel better,
though!"
Thus encouraged, I eased back enough to allow the head of my now erect penis
to slide up between her labia - and was surprised to find how wet she was
already. She reached back between her legs, took hold of me, and slid me
around a bit to get the end of my erection well lubricated with her juices.
Once satisfied, she positioned me at her entrance, and said "Do it. Don't
worry about me, just _do it_."
That was all I needed to hear, and began pressing myself into her as she
held herself open to guide me and make it easier. To my surprise and
pleasure, I was able to penetrate her fully in a single, slow stroke. When I
finally felt my balls being tickled by her bush, I stopped, and savored the
sensation of having such a tight, hot - and wet! - sheath wrapped around my
member. She wasn't in the mood for savoring, though: after only a few
moments, she eased herself away a bit, pulling herself off me slightly as
she said "Please! Nothing fancy, just _fuck_ me!"
Surprised by her use of the word, and admittedly more than a little aroused
by it, I complied: grasping her hips, I withdrew until just the head was
inside her - and then quickly and firmly pistoned into her again. As I did,
she groaned in pleasure, and pressed herself back against me. This time,
when I felt her bush touching me, I didn't stop. Instead, I pressed even
harder, pushing perhaps another half inch of my erection into her, holding
it there for a moment before withdrawing again. As I did, I looked down to
see her inner lips, engorged and glistening with her wetness, being pulled
away from her, stretching them as they clasped at me. I again stopped with
just the head inside her, and quickly pushed my way back in, stopping this
time when I felt her pubic hair on my scrotum. After a few more strokes, I
had a nice rhythm going, and was pistoning in and out of her easily as her
more than ample lubrication was spread along my length.
Wanting to enjoy it for as long as possible, I soon got into a nice,
comfortable motion: slow enough to let me enjoy the feeling of having the
tight ring of her vaginal entrance sliding up and down my length, but fast
enough to keep me firmly erect. There wasn't anything to it other than plain
old _fucking_; and we were both enjoying the hell out of it, judging from
the groans and gasping noises she was making, along with the wet squishing
sounds resulting from our junction. After only a couple of minutes, she
slowly leaned farther forward, until she was nearly folded in half, her ass
sticking up in the air as I all but pummeled it with my hips. When she was
finally in that folded position, the way my erection slid into changed
dramatically: not only was I feeling the entrance of her sliding up and down
on me, but I could feel the head of my penis sliding along the wall of her
vagina - the angle of it making my penis see-saw as I slid in and out of
her. It was a most pleasant sensation, and it didn't take me long to
increase my efforts so that I was all but pounding into her, more and more
quickly. Each time my scrotum swung forward to bump against her erect and
shiny clitoris, she would grunt in pleasure as she played with her own
breasts and nipples.
The whole situation soon had me feeling that familiar and pleasant stirring
in my balls. What with the sounds of our union, the noises she was making,
the sensations on my penis - and particularly the glans - and the smell of
her arousal, it was an incredibly erotic and arousing experience. So
arousing, in fact, that it wasn't too much longer before I felt my climax
approaching. At that, I increased my efforts even more - sliding into her
more and more quickly, and more forcefully, so that she was swaying on her
feet from the force of my thrusts, with barely enough time to recover before
I was pushing into her again. From the increased tempo of her moans and
gasping, I knew that she was close, too - but she'd told me not to worry
about her, and quite honestly, by that point, I was so aroused and ready for
release I doubt that I would have worried about it anyway. After perhaps
another dozen thrusts, I felt myself go over the edge, and managed to give
her a couple more slow, solid strokes before the first jet of semen erupted
from me as I pressed myself into her. As I felt the second start it's
journey, I eased off a bit before pushing into her again as the second, then
third, jets left me. When I felt each of the last few shots start, I'd ease
off the pressure a bit before pushing myself as far as I could into her in
time to release. Finally, though, I had nothing left to give. When she
realized that my climax was over, Jan eased herself back into a position
where her body was parallel with the floor - and when she'd done that, I was
able to reach down and start playing with her clitoris while she continued
massaging her breasts and squeezing her nipples. In only a couple of
minutes, she, too, peaked - giving off a loud moan as it hit. The spasms in
her vagina were enough to force my softened penis from her, and allow my
semen to trickle down the insides of her thighs as she gasped in time with
the peaks and valleys of her orgasm.
As she came down from the peak, I found that I had to hold her more and more
to keep her from collapsing to the floor; eventually, her knees started to
buckle, and I quickly took her into my arms and guided her back to the bed,
where I laid her down. Laying next to her, I continued to hold her until she
had recovered enough to turn her head and look at me. I released my hold,
and put my hand on her belly, where I could feel her breathing and what felt
like an occasional after-tremor. After a bit, she seemed to realize where
she was again, and smiled up at me before blushing a bit and squirming her
pelvis around, and saying "That was fun."
"You betcha!"
She grinned at me, saying "You didn't have to do that little part at the
end, where you played with my clit - but I'm glad you did. I just wanted you
to have a nice climax, without worrying about whether or not *I* had one,
too."
"I kinda figured that was it, when you said what you did."
She blushed even more, and replied "Yeah, well, I figured I really needed to
make it obvious. You don't mind?"
"No, I don't mind. At the time, it was, well, kind of a turn-on. But it's
not the kind of thing I want to hear all the time, though, okay?"
"No, it won't. I don't like hearing stuff like that, but this seemed like
the right time for it."
I leaned down and gave her a soft kiss on the lips before saying "You're
wiggling around like a fish out of water. Would I be wrong in thinking that
you want to clean up?"
"No, you wouldn't be wrong. Uh, would it be okay if I got in the shower
first? And you didn't look while I go? It's bad enough that I'm feeling
squishy, but it ran down my _leg_, too."
"First, as in you still want me to join you?" - she nodded - "Sure, you can
go first. Or alone, if you want. It's fun taking baths and showers with you,
but I can sure understand if you want to take one alone, too."
"No, I like washing with you, too - I just want a little time to clean up
before I clean up."
"That's fine. And no, I won't watch while you go - at least, not _too_
much!", I teased.
She made a wry face, and got up while I made a big show of covering my eyes
with my fingers - leaving an obvious gap for her to see. She giggled, and
headed toward the bathroom. When Mabel came on and asked if she should start
the coffee, Jan about jumped out of her skin, causing me to laugh
hysterically. Mabel had to repeat the question a couple of times before I
was able to tell her to go ahead; by that time, Jan was in the bathroom, and
I could hear the shower running. Giving it a couple of minutes, I got up as
well, heading in to join her. I made a bit of noise, so that Jan would know
I was there, and giving her a chance to warn me off, if necessary. She
didn't, and I soon joined her for a happy mutual scrub down.
When we'd finished breakfast, Jan called her friends, and invited them over;
they all agreed that they'd be there at 11:00. Jan and I actually sat and
watched cartoons in the family room for nearly the entire morning; both of
us getting nearly hysterical with some of the adult-level jokes,
double-entendreés, and just plain silliness of most of them. Happily, both
of us absolutely _loathed_ the politically correct
let's-all-be-happy-and-tolerant crud.
Before we knew it, it was approaching 11:00, and sure enough, the doorbell
rang. Well, to be more precise, Mabel announced that someone was at the
door. Jan told Mabel to display the front door camera on the TV, and it
turned out that Kelly was the first to arrive.
Since I wanted to talk with her, I answered the door, and when she came in,
gave her a soft kiss on the lips before telling her "It's been too long,
Kelly. Can we talk a minute?"
She seemed hesitant, but agreed, so I led her into the kitchen.
I started off by telling her "Kelly, you haven't been here for a while, and
I've missed you. Is there something wrong?"
She looked down at her feet while she said "Well, uh, yeah."
"Is it something I did?"
"No. Something *I* did."
"What is it? Did you murder your folks in their sleep? Rob a bank? Find
yourself a nice guy?"
She looked up at me at the last, and said "No, the only nice guy I found is
you. And that's why I didn't want to come over here for a while."
"Why is that?"
"Because I did something that I'm ashamed of that I think might hurt you."
"Am I bleeding?", I asked.
"What? No, you're not bleeding."
"Then it can't be *too* serious. Tell me what's going on."
She hesitated a bit, then sighed, and said "I told some of our friends - Jan
and mine's - who you were. I mean, that you had, you know, made love to me
and made me so happy and everything." She finished the last part looking at
her shoes again.
She went by saying "I'm sorry, Dan. I really am. I know I wasn't supposed to
tell anybody, except Jan of course, but they just kept *after* me about it.
And then one day they seemed to know a lot about it, and started surprising
me with questions about us. I found out later that they kind of broke Jan
down about it, too, but because you and I had more between us, I figured
that I needed to keep our secret better. But I didn't, and now they know,
and I'm sorry I let you down." The last bit was accompanied by some
sniffling and some tear tracks down her face.
I took her hands, and said "Kelly, look at me."
She started to lift her head, but didn't get far.
"Kelly, come on. Please. Look at me."
She waited a bit, and finally managed to raise her head enough to look at
me. I released her hand long enough to tilt her head up the rest of the way,
so that we were looking at each other full on.
"Kelly, you didn't do anything wrong. *Maybe* the timing was bad, but
nothing you did was _wrong_. You haven't disappointed me or let me down; not
even a little bit. What happened was just one of those things that you're
just not equipped yet to handle. Maybe in a few more years, you would have
been, but right now, no. You told some people about us, and that's okay with
me. Remember, we talked about this before? When you were here the first
time?"
She paused a moment, thinking, then nodded, so I continued "I really didn't
expect that any of this would stay a secret forever; as a matter of fact,
I'm surprised there weren't some questions after the little lingerie show
you all put on for me - I'd have thought that sure as hell, _somebody_ would
have said something about it that would have gotten back to me. But since it
didn't, I suppose that all of you that were there for it are pretty good at
keeping secrets."
She sniffled a bit before telling me "But *I* didn't keep _our_ secret."
"Kelly, that's what I'm trying to tell you: all things considered, it
doesn't seem to have been *that* big of a secret to keep. If anything, I'm
sorry that you felt that it was so important that you didn't think you could
come over here after you told anybody about it."
"What do you mean?"
"If I hadn't given you the idea that it was so dad-blamed important, you
might have been willing to come over here and tell me about it. Then you
wouldn't have felt so bad that you had to stay away for what? Two? Three?
weeks, and I wouldn't have missed you so much."
"You missed me?"
"Yeah. A lot. But I figured I had to give you some space - I could only hope
that, with some time, you'd feel that you could say something to me about
it, and we could work out whatever the problem was."
She started sniffling again, and said "Then I was dumb, too. I ought to know
by now that I can trust you, and that you're not going to get upset with me
about stuff."
I sighed, and said "Dear one, you made a mistake. That's part of being
human. Nobody's dead, nobody's bleeding. As long as you learned something
from it, then that's all that _really_ matters. Anything else is just
nuisance."
Tears running down her face, she asked "You forgive me then?"
"Darlin', I don't see that there's anything _to_ forgive; but if it makes
you feel better, then yes, I forgive you."
At that, the waterworks went into full operation, and she rushed into my
arms, hugging me as she cried into my shirt. Murmuring reassuring sounds to
her, I held her, patting and caressing her back until she finally stopped
crying. When she released me, I held onto her just long enough to plant a
soft kiss on her forehead before letting go. She smiled up at me, still
sniffling a little. I reached over and got her a couple of paper towels.
Handing them to her, I said "Go ahead and use these - they're
extra-strength", making her laugh as she took them. After wiping her eyes
and face, then blowing her nose, she threw one away while hanging on to the
other.
Grinning sheepishly at me, she moved closer and asked "Um, can I get a real
kiss now?"
"Gladly!", I answered, smiling.
When we'd caught our breath again, I grabbed some drinks from the fridge and
guided her back into the family room. Jan looked up at her, and from the
corner of my eye, I saw Kelly nod her head that things were okay again. Jan
smiled, and got up, coming over to give first Kelly, then me, a hug.
Just as they were sitting down, Mabel announced another visitor; the TV
showed that Robyn and Kim were both at the door. I asked Jan if she wanted
to get the door, and after she and Kelly exchanged a Look, said "You go
ahead, Uncle Dan. Kelly and I need to talk to them, and having you answer
the door might shake them up a bit."
"And after I let them in?"
"Um, I think we'll need some time alone.", she said, indicating she wanted
me to get lost, quickly.
"You got it."
That settled, I opened the door for the new visitors - and was pleased by
the surprised/frightened expressions on their faces. Keeping it _ever_ so
polite, I invited them in, and showed them into the family room. That done,
I quickly headed back into my workshop/office. Somehow, I didn't think I
wanted to witness what was likely to happen next.
A little after 3:00, Mabel told me that someone wanted to talk to me. I
accepted the intercom, and it turned out to be Jan. She wanted me to come
out and explain some of what I'd done to the house to Robyn and Kim. Since I
still had a bit to do, I asked for a few more minutes. Jan quickly agreed,
and instructed Mabel to close the connection. About 20 minutes later, I
finished up, saved my work, and headed back into the family room. When I got
there, I wasn't surprised when Robyn and Kim had trouble looking me in the
eye. Kelly and Jan both used their eyes to indicate that they wanted me to
sit on the couch, between them. I did, and neither one hesitated to move
next to me, each pulling an arm around them. Robyn and Kim's eyes got huge,
and when they met my eyes, both blushed before looking away hastily. It
didn't take an Einstein to figure out that both had been thoroughly chewed,
and were now being slapped down for their actions.
Figuring "what the hell?", I joined in the process, pointedly asking Robyn
and Kim "So what is it that you wanted to know?", hearing Kelly make a quiet
snort next to me on one side as Jan made a soft gasp on the other. Robyn and
Kim didn't seem to notice the sound effects: both were absolutely stunned,
blushing furiously, and staring at me, Jan, and Kelly by turns.
Not about to let them off the hook, I simply sat there, _ever_ so polite,
the question hanging in the air until Robyn managed to squeak out "Um, how
does all this computer stuff work?"
I could feel both girls next to me quietly laughing/giggling, and decided to
ratchet things up a bit. Moving my arms from their shoulders, I moved a bit
so that I could lean back; re-situated, I put my arms around Jan's and
Kelly's waists, hugging them close to me. I could feel them tense a bit at
first, before they realized what I was doing; then they went along with it
by leaning back against me, each putting a hand over mine, and holding it.
Again with the saucer eyes from Robyn and Kim as I started to explain, in
simple terms, how the house got it's start, and how it had evolved. The fact
that I had two pretty girls in my arms all perfectly natural, of course, and
not worth a moment's notice. From the expressions on their faces, I doubt
either one heard more than one word in twelve.
When I finished, Kelly asked if I was thirsty. I was, actually, and when I
said so, she said she'd get us all something to drink. A few moments later,
she called out, asking if I was out of wine. Knowing that she very rarely
drank straight wine, I said no, I wasn't, that I'd moved it, and said that
I'd show her where it was. Once in the kitchen, Kelly all but broke out
laughing as she hugged me, saying "Dan, that was *so* funny, when you asked
them what they wanted to know!"
"Yeah, I figured you and Jan would appreciate it. But what was it you
wanted? Remember, we *do* have guests, and it's not polite to keep them
waiting!"
Kelly giggled a bit, and said "I just need to know if you have any ideas
about what we can do to finish them off."
I went into trance mode for a few moments, and came up with an idea, telling
Kelly "I do have a bottle of white wine that I think you and Jan might like.
It's in the fridge; get it out, along with a couple of sodas. When we get
back in there, just follow my lead." as I got some glasses, and set them on
a tray.
She did, and together, we headed back into the family room. Once there, I
carefully opened the wine and poured some for Jan, Kelly, and myself. For
Robyn and Kim, I poured the sodas, saying "I hope you'll forgive me that I
can only offer you sodas, but I don't feel as though I know you well enough
to offer you anything stronger. After all, I don't know what your parents
would think about it, and I've learned that it's a good policy not to
intrude on how other people choose to live."
Robyn and Kim both seemed to understand that *I* was aware of what they'd
done, and both blushed - again - at the reprimand, covering it by saying
that sodas were fine. Jan, and even Kelly, sipped at their wine as though it
were an everyday thing with them. Jan and Kelly both chatted with them, but
it was a fairly one-sided (two-sided?) process; about half way through their
drinks, Kim suggested that she really did have to leave - which seemed to
remind Robyn of the same thing.
As they started to get up, I did, too; Robyn was quick to say that she
thought she and Kim could find their way out. Both thanked me for letting
them visit, and quickly left. After we heard the door close, Jan and Kelly
both broke out into almost hysterical laughter, Jan telling me "Thanks,
Uncle Dan! I don't think those two will *ever* stick their noses into
someone else's business again!"
Kelly followed up with "You better believe it! I *loved* it when you said
you were sorry about not offering them any wine, and why!"
"I trust that you have a good reason to believe that they aren't going to
get mad, then?", I asked.
"Oh, no, they wouldn't *dare*. Kelly and I figured out some stuff a few days
ago, and we've got those two right where they don't want to be. We let them
know it, and what would happen if they gave us *any* trouble from now on.
They'll keep quiet, all right.", Jan said.
"Yeah. And with what we just did to them, they'll think twice about messing
with anyone else, either. Those two, and Kathy and Mary Alice, are the
nosiest ones in school. They don't gossip, or talk about people, they just
have to have their noses stuck in _everything_.", Kelly added.
Looking over at Jan, I said "Let me guess: the next ones you want over are
the other two busybodies."
She blushed a bit, and said "Well, um, yeah."
"That's fine. Now that I know what you're up to, I can go along with it a
little better."
Jan looked at me and said "Actually, I was kind of hoping you'd *help*.
Kathy and Mary Alice are THE two biggest - what did you call them?
busybodies? - in the whole school. We _really_ want to put them in their
place, and were hoping you would have some ideas."
"I take Kelly wants in on this, too?"
"You better believe it! After what they've done, I want to be there to see
them get what's coming to them!", Kelly interjected.
"Okay. Let me think about it for a bit, and see what I can come up with. In
the mean time, we've got this nice wine going to waste."
To my pleasant surprise, Kelly said "Yeah, it *is* nice.", which Jan agreed
with, before getting up to start some music.
We sat there for a while, just listening to the stereo -my arms around them,
both of them with legs tucked under and snuggled into my sides. Every so
often, one or the other would pick up my wine glass and offer me a sip.
After a while, I started getting some ideas, and started refining them by
asking Jan and Kelly some questions about their 'subjects'. Before long, I
had something I thought we could work with, and explained it to them. Both
thought it was great, and with some revision by them, we came up with a way
to teach Kathy and Mary Alice some better manners.
With that done, Kelly said that she didn't want to intrude on Jan's time,
and excused herself, giving me a firm, but not over-long, kiss before
leaving.
Once alone again, Jan set her glass down, and moved over on my lap, facing
me.
"Thank you, Uncle Dan."
"What for, Trouble?"
"For letting me stay here. For not being upset that I told those other girls
about us. For not being upset with Kelly because she told. For what you've
done for me since I got here. For what you've done _with_ me since I got
here." - this last with a giggle - "For helping me and Kelly with those two.
For helping us figure out how to take care of Kathy and Mary Alice. For
being Daddy's friend. For being MY friend. For loving Kelly. For loving me.
For being YOU."
That said, she put her hands on my shoulders, and leaned forward, resting
her head on my chest. I put my arms around her, and held her there, content
to experience the moment, and the love and affection I felt for her.
A while later, as it started to get dark out, Mabel changed the window
blinds. That roused us both with the realization that we'd gone well past
suppertime, just sitting there on the couch with each other. I suggested
that we snack on some of the barbeque we still had left, and Jan agreed,
qualifying it by saying "But this time, it's just supper, right? That thing
with Robyn and Kim kind of wore me out."
"Whatever you want, Jan. Supper only, it is, and maybe a little TV before
bed?"
She agreed, and started looking for something to watch as I went into the
kitchen to microwave some of the food we had left over from the other
evening. When I went back into the family room, I took along a couple of
sodas, since the wine wasn't cool enough any longer. When we'd finished, Jan
got up without a word, and cleaned things up; all I had to do was re-cork
the wine, and put it back in the fridge.
Once back in front of the TV, I laid down on the couch on my side, with Jan
in front of me. I rested my hand on her hip, but she readily moved it down
to cover her breast, holding it in place with her own hand. We lay there for
the next couple of hours, watching TV. When it came time for bed, we easily
moved into the bedroom, undressed, and got in bed, holding each other as we
drifted off to sleep, simply content to be in each others arms.
The next morning, Sunday, we got off to a bit of a late start, after
electing to sleep in for as long as possible. We spent nearly the entire day
and evening just lazing around, nude. Curiously, it was as though she'd
gotten her initial lust out of her system, and was finally content to enjoy
intimacy without activity. We snuggled, of course, and both of us (okay,
mostly me, but I plead extenuating circumstances) exhibited varying degrees
of arousal at different times, but it was more like a compliment to the
other person, than a request for lovemaking. There was a fair amount of
fanny patting and protrusion squeezing, but it was the kind of touching that
was sensual, rather than sexual. We were even content to take long, hot
baths - separately, as a mutual 'time out' for the kind of privacy that all
humans need, now and then. We didn't speak a lot; we didn't seem to need to.
When something needed to be done, one of us would start doing it; if help
was needed, it was given, without any hesitation. That night, we slept
nicely snuggled, without *too* much groping and fondling before we fell
asleep.
Monday, Jan and I shared a somewhat late breakfast - I'd left a message for
my secretary that I'd be a little late, but I'd be in. After I left, Jan got
together with Kelly to set things up for their meeting with Mary Alice and
Kathy. Shortly after lunch, I got a call from Jan, letting me know what time
I needed to get home, so as to put the finishing touches on the two
ringleaders of the pry-and-spy cabal.
At the appointed time, I was ready to make my appearance in the family room
at home; as I entered, I spotted Kathy and Mary Alice sitting on the couch,
looking concerned. Kelly and Jan both jumped out of the chairs they were in
and rushed over to me, putting their hands on my arms and chest, in a
'holding me back' gesture.
"This is them?", I asked in by best Darth Vader simulation (deep voice,
rumbling undertones).
Jan quickly said "Yes, Uncle Dan, but we've already talked to them."
I looked at the two on the couch, with the kind of look a starving
Rottweiler has for a juicy steak, and took a step toward them. Both paled,
and shrunk back.
Kelly jumped in with "No, Dan, really, it's okay. They're sorry, and they're
not going to do it again!"
My response was to hunch down a bit, and *growl*. When I did, Kelly's eyes
got big, as did Jan's - both were wondering if I was really pretending to be
upset, as we'd planned.
Kathy and Mary Alice, however, didn't have _any_ doubt: both looked
absolutely convinced that I'd slow roast them and have them for lunch -
steak sauce optional - if it suited me.
Jan said "No, Uncle Dan! Don't hurt them!" at the same time Kelly almost
shouted "Dan! Don't do it! It's okay!"
I made a disgusted, dragon-with-a-knight-and-no-can-opener kind of noise,
and stood up again - a *little*.
When I did, Jan and Kelly took their hands off me, but kept an apparently
wary eye on me. I told them "I'll be all right; I'm not going to hurt them.
Yet."
Kelly took a step back, as did Jan a moment later. Both watched me carefully
as I slowly walked over in front of the two on the couch.
My voice all but _dripping_ disgust and anger and loathing, I told them "You
two have flat *pissed*... *me*... *off*."
Both paled, and blinked at the choice of words.
In the same tone of voice, I continued "You two have stuck your noses into
something that was none of your business. And by doing so, you have hurt two
people that I care for VERY much. And when you hurt them, you hurt *ME*."
Mary Alice was trying to put on a brave front by this time, but Kathy had
given up any pretense of courage, and sat there, shivering slightly.
I went on. "Those two" - gesturing to Jan and Kelly - "are very dear to me.
VERY dear. And when someone does something to upset them, *I* get upset. And
when I get upset, I want to do something to make it *stop*. Permanently."
while standing there, while slowly making fists with my hands.
In a softer, but still deep and 'rumbly" voice, I continued "But because I
care for them so much, they were able to convince me to let _them_ take care
of you, instead of ME doing it. You remember what happened when Susan didn't
want to go with Paul. I did that because I _like_ Susan. Jan and Kelly mean
a WHOLE lot more to me than Susan, and I'm willing to do a whole lot more to
protect them, if I have to. You two I *don't like*, because of what you've
done. If it happens again; if you give them *any* trouble; if you cause them
*any* pain of *any* kind, I am going to be very, _very_ upset with you. And
if that happens, I can promise you, you'll wish you had poked a bear in the
ass with a stick, instead, because the bear would be a *helluva* lot nicer
than what I'll be."
By this time, Mary Alice had lost any semblance of bravery, and was shaking
nearly as much as Kathy.
I gave them a few moments to think about it, and said "Do you understand
me?"
Both nodded, not trusting themselves to speak.
I waited a few heartbeats, and said "Whether you tell anyone about the stuff
you learn doesn't matter; the fact that you stick your faces into things
that are none of your business _sickens_ me. That you hurt other people to
do it aggravates the *hell* out of me. I can only hope that you either grow
up and grow out of that kind of bullshit, or that someone else does it to
you, so that you get a taste of the pain you've caused other people."
Both flinched at the opinion I had of them, as well as my choice of
terminology. I let them stew in it for a few moments, looking at them as
though they were something squishy I'd found under a rock, before telling
them "You disgust me. Get the FUCK out of my house." followed a heartbeat
later with "Now! Before I change my mind!", and then stepping back from the
couch they were on. After they stood, they hesitated a moment, and I shouted
"NOW, dammit! Get!".
Kathy jumped at the sudden noise, and I could see a wet spot appear at the
crotch of the jean cutoffs she was wearing; May Alice all but had heart
failure before the two of them bolted for the door.
When the door slammed, I turned to look at Jan and Kelly, a smile on my
face. When I saw their expressions, I burst out laughing. It took them a few
moments to realize that I really *had* been putting on a show, and the
relief in their faces caused me to go into another bout of near-hysterics.
Both came over to me, looking at me as though I was someone they'd never
met; after realizing that I was laughing at how they'd looked, they got a
bit sheepish before considering how funny they'd looked, and joined in. I
moved over to sit on the couch, and both of them came with me, Kelly sitting
next to me, and Jan on my lap, facing Kelly.
When I finally stopped chuckling, Kelly said "Damn, you're good. When you
made that noise, that kind of growling, I wasn't sure if you were playing,
or not!"
Jan joined in, saying "Jesus, Uncle Dan! You had me afraid to move or say
anything, cause I thought if I did, you really would lose it!"
I snickered a bit, and said "Good. Then those two will believe it, too."
Jan said "Yeah, they'll believe it. I've NEVER seen Mary Alice look scared
of ANYBODY, but you absolutely terrified her. And Kathy wet her pants, she
was so scared! How the hell did you do that? I mean, pretend to be so MEAN
and everything?"
I laughed, and said "Simple. When you believe in yourself, other people
believe in you, too!"
Kelly looked surprised, and a little doubtful, as she said "You mean you
really would do something to them?"
Now it was MY turn to be surprised. "Heavens, no! Hell, I was even careful
not to do _anything_ that looked like it even MIGHT be some kind of
threatening gesture. It was all attitude, and voice."
Looking a bit chastised, Kelly said "I guess it was attitude and voice! I
could almost _feel_ how upset you seemed, and when you didn't shout or
anything, that just made it *worse*."
"I'll say. But you're still a stinker for scaring US like that!", Jan said.
The two of them looked at each other for a moment, and then joined forces in
an attack - trying to tickle me, while insisting that I give them an apology
for making them worry so much. They might have had a chance, if it weren't
for two things. First, I'm not particularly ticklish. Second, I cheat: any
time some interesting bit of anatomy got within range, I'd do something to
it. Their plan pretty much came apart when Kelly tried to pin my arms over
my head: doing so, she revealed a stretch of her tummy where her blouse had
come loose; I simply stuck my face in it, and blew a 'fart' noise into it,
tickling her and making her laugh at the sensation. No matter how she tried
to avoid it, I kept going, and eventually, she gave up to hold her stomach
and laugh. That left me free to do pretty much the same thing to Jan,
leaving her in hysterics, since she was far more ticklish than Kelly. After
that, all I had to do was to even _pretend_ to come after one of them, and
they'd collapse in laughter again, totally at my negligible mercy. Finally,
though, I did give them a reprieve, and got up to get us some drinks from
the kitchen. By the time I got back, they'd mostly recovered, though both
still had bouts of giggles every so often, and both had tears running down
their faces from laughing so hard. Even then, they were careful to sit out
of my reach, and kept an eye on me.
When they'd finally gotten themselves back together - clothing excluded; we
were all pretty disheveled - they looked at each other again for a few
moments, before looking at me. I readied myself for another assault; I was
completely unprepared for what actually happened.
Jan said "Uncle Dan, it's been a while since Kelly has been over here,
right?"
"Ye-e-e-e-s" I answered, puzzled, and more than a little suspicious.
"Then I think you ought to spend some, uh, 'quality time' with her.", she
continued.
Looking back and forth between them, I could see that they'd already worked
it out, and were simply waiting for me to concede the loss.
I did, as gracefully as possible: "I'd be delighted. What's the plan?"
Jan spoke again, saying "I really do have to go to the library to take back
some books, and pick up some other ones. I'll just stay there for a while,
and leave you two alone."
That said, she got up, and headed toward the second bedroom, where her bags
were still mostly unopened. A couple minutes later, she came out, and headed
to the garage, where we heard the engine to her car start (apparently, Kelly
had taken her home long enough to get it), followed a bit later by the sound
of her heading down the street.
As we heard her leave, Kelly looked at me, and said "She really is a dear,
you know. This is supposed to be HER time with you, but she absolutely
_insisted_ that we have some time together after I didn't come over for so
long. Not that I don't want to be with you; it's just that I don't want to
_intrude_, you know?"
I smiled at her, and answered "Yeah, I know. It probably won't surprise you
to know that she keeps telling me how nice you are, and how she doesn't mind
-even wants! - for us to be together. She told me that she thought we'd be a
good couple."
Kelly smiled back and said "She tells me the same thing; and she really
means it, too. Before Kathy and Mary Alice got here, she told me that as
much as she loves you, she knows that you and her aren't really 'right' for
each other. She really does want to go out and find her own guy and get
married and have kids; she knows that if she ever spent too much time with
you, it would get in the way of the friendship you have with her dad, and
she loves both of you too much to want anything like that to happen."
"She does seem to have a way of not letting what she can't have get in the
way of making herself happy, if that makes any sense."
"It does.", Kelly replied, smiling.
"But I don't know that I agree with her that we WOULD make a good couple."
Surprised, Kelly asked "What do you mean?"
"I mean that I'm simply not as certain about it as Jan is. I think that we
_could_ make a good couple; I even think that we *might* make a good couple.
But the difference in our ages worries me, as well as a couple of other
things."
"Such as?"
"First, as nice as we get along, we haven't spent all *that* much time
together; we're comfortable with each other, and enjoy making love with each
other, and all that; but there's still the problem that a couple of hours or
a few days together at a time aren't really anything to judge a long term
relationship on."
"What else?"
"It's kind of the age difference thing: you're still young, and just don't
have a lot of the experience with the world that I have; as much as I'd like
to have you as a bigger part of my life, I'm really reluctant to push for
it."
"Why?"
"Because you *are* still young. There's a whole world of experiences out
there for you to sample, and I worry that if I push for any kind of
long-term commitment from you, I'll be making it harder for you to feel that
you _can_ go out there and find your own way in life."
"And?"
"And you're 17 - barely! - and I'm 44. That's _twenty-seven_ year's
difference, more than you've even been *alive*. By the time I turned old and
gray, you'd still be fairly young; by the time I died - say, at 80 - you'd
still only be 53; young enough to still be able to enjoy life without having
to deal with the loss of a husband. Even when you were middle-aged, I'd be
old enough that the, uh, physical part of our relationship might be less
than what you wanted. I mean, you've got to admit, you DO enjoy making
love!"
She laughed a moment, and said "Yeah, I do enjoy it - but it's not the ONLY
thing in my life. As much as I like making love with you, it's the other
time we spend together that means so much to me. Like I told you before, you
spend more time talking with me during my time here than my folks have,
ever. And the stuff we talk about and do together is so much more
interesting than what I can do with almost anybody my own age that it's
ridiculous. Even when I come over here and all we do is sit next to each
other and listen to music for a couple of hours, it makes me so happy that I
can put up with the other nonsense for *days*."
She went on, saying "Maybe you're right, and there is somebody out there
closer to my own age that I'd be as happy with as I am with you. But how
long would it take me to find them? How many idiots would I meet before
then? No, I figure I've got a damn good thing with you; and rather than lose
you in the hope of finding what you might think would be a 'perfect' guy for
me, I'd much prefer spending whatever time I could with someone that
_already_ makes me happier than I thought I could ever be. If I could get
twenty-five years out of you, then I figure that's a lot better deal than
wasting 10 years looking for 'Mr. Right', and spending thirty years with
HIM. Besides, even if it didn't work out, for some reason - which I doubt! -
then I'd still be young enough to go out see the world and enjoy new
experiences. I mean, how much sense does it make? Assuming I've got 25 good
years with you, do I give them up to waste ten to get an additional five? Or
keep the ones I had to start with? Is that a bet YOU would take?"
I had to admit that she did have a point there; I mean, it had taken ME 25
years to find HER, if you started from when I turned 18 and left home.
I sighed, and said "Okay, Kelly. You're right: it's NOT a bet I'd take. If
you really think you want to take the chance, I'd be delighted if you wanted
to spend more time here - or even move in with me, if that's what you want."
She laughed, and said "Now THERE'S a romantic offer, if ever I heard one -
but I accept. And I know just how I want to seal the deal!", with a twinkle
in her eye.
Standing, she gestured for me to get up, as well. When I did, she took me by
the hand, and led me back to the bedroom (big surprise, there). Looking up
into my eyes, she carefully and gently started undressing me, simply
dropping my clothes at the end of the bed as she removed them. When she was
done, and I stood naked in front of her, she took a step back from me, and
looked me over, slowly and carefully. When she was done, she looked into my
eyes again, and began undressing herself, again, slowly and carefully. As
each bit of her skin was uncovered, she caressed it a bit, as though feeling
it for the first time. It didn't come as much of a surprise to me to find
that she wasn't wearing a bra; what DID amaze me was that she'd apparently
decided to go without panties, either. As a result, it didn't take long at
all before she was as naked as me. She stood there in front of me for a
couple of minutes, letting me drink in her beauty before taking my hand, and
leading me onto the bed. Once there, she gently guided me onto my back, and
then straddled my waist before laying down far enough to rest on her elbows,
her breasts pressed into my chest. She softly kissed my lips, then moved on
to cover my entire face before pulling back a bit so she could look into my
eyes.
Smiling, she softly said "You have done so much for me, and I owe you so
much that I could never begin to pay you back."
When I started to speak, she placed a finger on my lips to silence me, and
then continued "I know: you don't think you've done that much, and don't
think I owe you anything, and don't see any reason for me to 'pay' you back.
That is one of the things that you've done for me: you've taught me what
it's like to care for someone *that* much, that you don't keep any kind of
'score' about who had done what for who. You've taught me what it *really*
means to _love_ someone; love them enough to _want_ to be a better person,
so that you feel like you _deserve_ them. You've taught me what trust and
honor and integrity are, and what courage is, and so many other things that
so many people talk about without knowing what they *really* are. No, I know
you're not perfect; I don't think I could stand it - or you - if you were.
But your faults, and they are few as far as I'm concerned, are small enough,
and special enough, that they only serve to make you a 'real' person, and
not some ideal or caricature. I've thought a LOT about what you said about
what might happen if my parents found out about us. I still hope it doesn't
come to that, but if it does, then it is YOU that I will side with, no
matter what it takes, no matter what happens to them. Yes, they are my
parents, and I love them - but only to the degree that they actually love
ME. I don't have any ill will to them; but because they defaulted on their
responsibility to truly LOVE me, they have forfeited any claim to MY love
for them. You have taught me that, and I love you for it, because by knowing
that, I am free and able to give YOU my love, in full measure for the love
that you have given me. Jan told me what the law was about us making love;
that you chose to ignore it in order to make me happy makes me feel honored
and special - particularly because of what your _real_ concerns were about
it. No matter how small YOU might think the chances of your getting into
trouble are, the fact remains that if the worst were to happen, you would
spend too much time behind bars with people that would not treat you well.
That you were willing to take _that_ risk, for me, tells me volumes about
how much you love me, and truly CARE about me. To know that I am that
important to you gives me a confidence and sense of worth so much higher
than I would have known otherwise; it is because of all that you have taught
me, by your example, that I have learned what high values they are that you
hold. It is because of those values, and your example, that I have been able
to become the kind of person that I WANT to be. What you have done for me
has been to not only show me what a better person _can_ be like, but to help
me become one, myself. It is for allowing, and even helping, me to raise
myself up like that that I recognize the debt - yes, to you, but even more,
to others, to help THEM see what is possible, and how to achieve it."
Satisfied that I wasn't going to speak yet, she removed her finger from my
lips. Again resting on her elbows, she used her hands to softly hold my face
as she went on "I love you. Because of what I've learned from you, I don't
say that as a claim on you, but in recognition OF you, and who and what you
are. I know that you love me too, for the same reasons, and I am pleased and
honored by it. You told me that you worried about the difference in our
ages. That difference between us is far less important than our
similarities, and even less important than the care and concern we have for
each other. You have chosen to claim the good in life, while minimizing the
bad; I beg you to please do the same with me, and our relationship - enjoy
what we have, make the best of it, and pay the price willingly when it comes
due. But until that time, let us savor our time together. After all, the
future is not for us to know - we may have forty joyous years together, or
one of us may be run over by a bus a week from now. We don't know which it
will be, so let's not get too worked up about what MIGHT be, and simply
enjoy what IS. Don't worry yourself about what could happen to or for me if
I didn't have you. Instead, honor and respect my choice to spend my time
with you; I don't do it for YOU, but for *me*. I love you. I want to spend
as much time with you - as friend, as lover, as anything you will have me as
- not for you, but for ME. The kind of person you are makes me happy and
content, and I want to _keep_ feeling that happiness and contentment, and to
make YOU feel happy and contented, too, because that pleases me, as well. I
know that's selfish of me, but there it is - as far as you are concerned, I
AM selfish. I share you with Jan, now, but I know that it will not be a
'forever' kind of thing. And I know that what you feel for her is different
than what you feel for me. For that reason, I am content to share you with
her, physically, for now; and emotionally and spiritually, for as long as
we're all alive. But like I said, I do it for ME, and no one else."
Having said her piece, she waited, giving me a chance to speak, as well.
I thought about what she'd said, and couldn't find any fault or flaw in it;
quite the opposite, in fact.
"Fair enough, Kelly. You're right, I DO love you for the very reasons you
said. And you've more than proven your right to make your own decisions; and
you've more than made your case for me to respect your right to choose for
yourself what to do with your life; believe it or not, I DO respect your
right to choose for yourself. The biggest reason I have for hesitating about
a lot of this stuff is personal: my first - and only - marriage was an
absolute disaster. It left me with a lot of hurt feelings, and emotional
scars, and I'm not all that sure that I'm really over it. The other reason
is that I'm more than happy to be responsible for ME; taking on anyone else
is something I have to consider very carefully before I proceed - much as I
did with you, and like I did with Jan. Yes, I understand that you're taking
responsibility for yourself; I only ask that you understand that it's going
to take me a little time to adjust to you being as mature and thoughtful as
you are."
"I can understand about it taking time; I know that sometimes *I'm* still
not sure about it. But we both know what the situation is, now, so as long
as we can talk about it, we can work it out. I'm sorry to hear about your
marriage, because of the affect it's had on you; I know you well enough to
believe that you don't equate me with her."
That said, she kissed me on the lips again, softly, before inching her way
down my body, placing random kisses and small love nips as she moved. That
she was careful to wiggle around, using her nipples to make random patterns
on my skin as she went helped arouse me. A lot.
By the time she reached my penis, it was fully erect, twitching in time with
my heartbeats. She admired her handiwork a bit, then looked up at me with a
grin before giving it a long, slow, wet lick from scrotum to glans. With her
tongue still on it, she edged forward slightly, and lowered her head until
she was able to wrap her lips around it, just behind the head. Holding there
for a few moments, she swirled her tongue around the head, thoroughly
wetting it, before 'walking' her lips down my length, until she had taken
nearly three-quarters of me into her mouth. She stopped then, and wiggled
her tongue on the bottom side of my member, tickling me and making me even
harder. When she tasted the drops of pre-cum that escaped the end, she
slowly withdrew, with a rhythmic, gentle sucking as she went. After all but
the glans had left her mouth, she again twirled her tongue around it before
opening her lips enough to let it slide free. After that, she went about
licking me, getting me thoroughly wetted with her tongue, Satisfied with her
handiwork, she raised herself up, and knee-walked her way forward, until her
pubic hair brushed the end of my erection, and she was poised with the
opening of her vagina pressing against me. Taking me in her hand, she almost
literally _impaled_ herself on me - much to my surprise, she was already wet
enough inside that I slid in readily, despite the tightness. When she
finally came to rest, her hair was merged with mine, and I could feel the
pressure of her mons on my pubic bone. Holding herself steady, she
carefully, and deliberately, squeezed her internal muscles several times, as
though she were somehow *savoring* the fullness she was experiencing. Once
satisfied, she started moving, sliding herself up and down on me, getting
her ample fluids well distributed along my hardness. It wasn't a fast
motion; rather, it was more like she was simply 'priming the pump' for what
she expected to happen. Looking down between us, I could plainly see her
erect and glistening clitoris at the top of her cleft; and the way her labia
were glistening as they stretched around me.
She went on like that for several minutes, before finally settling back down
- eyes closed- and resting herself, her hands on my chest. Even 'resting',
she continued to make small hunching motions, sliding herself perhaps half
and inch or so along me. Finally, she opened her eyes, and looked down at
me.
"Tired?", I asked.
She grinned, and said "Yeah, a little."
With that, I gestured her into my arms, and spread my legs. She laid on my
chest, and moved her legs inside of mine. Ready, I rolled us over, still
coupled, so that we ended up with her on her back, and me over her, resting
on my elbows. From there, we got our legs rearranged, and after a series of
soft kisses, I raised myself up. As we looked into each other's eyes, I
began moving myself in her - slow, short strokes at first, then slowly and
gradually lengthening and speeding them. As I did, Kelly developed the
obvious signs of sexual arousal: a blush across her face and shoulders,
areolas puckered, and nipples erect, As my pistoning became more insistent
and forceful, she started making grunting noises as our pelvises met, and
spread her legs even father to allow me easier - and deeper - access. When I
finally settled into a steady, regular motion, she raised her knees, pulling
them almost to her chest, letting me have that last fraction of an inch of
access to her hot, wet sheath. My arms a little tired, I paused only long
enough to rest on my elbows before continuing my pistoning into her.
Over the next several minutes, Kelly gradually raised her pelvis more and
more, so that my strokes into her impacted her closer and closer to the
so-called "G-spot"; whether or not it actually exists, I couldn't say - all
I know is that as the angle that I entered her at changed, her arousal
increased, too. By the time I felt the first, faint tingling in my erection,
she was almost curled into a ball; despite how and tight as she was, she was
so wet that our pubic hair was absolutely soaked and matted just from her
secretions. I listened to the liquid sounds of our union, and the way she
could only gasp "Oh!... Oh!... Oh!" as I thrust into her; a bit later, she
opened her eyes, and managed to gasp out "I'm almost there! Harder!
Harder!".
Feeling that my own release wasn't far off, I was more than happy to oblige,
and began thrusting into her harder and harder, until I was nearly
*pounding* into her - and that seemed to be just what she wanted, judging
from the moans and gasps she gave off over the next few minutes, until, to
my surprise, she suddenly threw her arms around me and pulled her body
almost completely off the bed - leaving only her hips on it. The degree that
her vaginal muscles clamped down on me absolutely amazed me - were it not
for her copious lubrication, there isn't a doubt in my mind that I wouldn't
have been able to move in her. But move, I did, continuing to slide in and
out of her, if more slowly because of the tightness caused as she spasmed
time after time, making only a high-pitched keening noise as her orgasm
overwhelmed her. Her orgasm continued, tapering off enough that she was able
to release me only when I felt that I was hitting the 'point of no return';
having obviously pleased her, I wanted to maximize my own climax, and slowed
and softened my strokes into her. Rather than the forceful impacts of
before, I was slowing slightly as I entered her to the fullest, and rather
than 'bumping' against her mons and clitoris, I was pressing against them,
with a little extra 'nudge' before withdrawing again until I was _just
barely_ in her before pushing in again. Even with her inner muscles relaxed
again, she was still wonderfully snug; that, combined with her more than
sufficient woman-oils, made for a sensation that was exquisite. When I felt
my climax start, I shortened my strokes so that I was only withdrawing about
halfway out of her, and pressed in again. With my balls resting between her
asscheeks, I repeatedly tried to push myself as deeply into her as I could
as each shot of semen erupted from me - the pressure on her clitoris was
apparently enough to trigger her into another small orgasm: I could feel a
few small clenchings as I released the last couple of shots of semen.
When I rested my head on her chest, she put her arms around me, holding me
as I caught my breath and recovered somewhat from my exertions. As I rested,
and despite the occasional involuntary clasping of Kelly's vagina, my penis
gradually softened, until it finally pulled free of her hold. Only then was
I able to muster enough enthusiasm to move from over her and lay on my side,
facing her. Putting one hand on her breast, I held it, softly, moving my
fingertips slightly to savor the soft smoothness of her skin. Turning her
head to face me, we were content to watch each other as we both rested; she
put one hand on my thigh, and the other on the wrist of the hand at her
breast. We lay there like that, happy with our exertions and to simply *be*
together for quite a while; it was only when Kelly said "If we don't move
soon, I'm going to fall asleep here - and I don't think that would be a very
nice thing for Jan to come back and find", with a chuckle.
I agreed, and said "Okay. We get up on the count of three. Ready? One.....
Two..... Three!"
Neither one of us moved.
We lay there a moment, looking at each other, before both of us started
laughing at the situation. After a few moments, Kelly said "I thought we
were going to get up?!"
"We were. I was going to let you get up first, so you could help me!"
She giggled, and said "That's what I was going to do, too. Okay, this time,
we're *really* going to get up, right? BOTH of us, with no waiting for help,
*right*?"
I grinned, and said "Yeah, fine, whatever. Nag, nag, nag!", teasing her.
She grinned in return, saying "Okay, let's go. On THREE, this time, Dan!
Ready? One!"
Neither of us moved.
"Two!"
I groaned, making her laugh again before she said "THREE!", and sat up as I
rolled over onto my back.
"I thought you were going to get up?!", she demanded, a grin on her face.
"I was up once, already, remember?"
She dimpled a bit for me, and said "No, I mean the *other* kind of up, you
ding-dong! Now, come on, get UP!"
I groaned, and said "I can't."
"Why not?"
"I'm dead. Dead people can't get up. It's in the rules. Check them, you'll
see it right there in section 14, paragraph 'A', subsection two-point-seven:
'Dead people can't get up.' And subsection two-point-eight says "Even if
dead people CAN get up, they don't HAVE to'. So _there_."
"There's no rule book like that, you stinker!"
"Yes there is. I've got *my* copy; if you can't keep track of yours, it's
not *my* problem!"
"If you've got a rule book, show it to me!"
"No way. You just want to take it away from me so you can make me do stuff I
don't wanna do."
She giggled, and said "Yeah, but I also want to make you do stuff you DO
want to do."
"Ah, but THERE'S the flaw in your thinking: if I *want* to do something,
then you don't have to 'make' me do it!"
"You're hopeless. Now get up. If you do, you can take a shower with me. If
you don't, I'll roll you out of bed so you fall on your whatsis, and then
you won't be ABLE to do anything, want to or not!"
"Carrot and stick, huh?"
"If that's what you want to call it."
"Well, you'd probably enjoy the carrot more than I would; though the stick
part might be kinda fun, if a little kinky."
It took her a couple moments to get it; when she did, she all but collapsed
in laughter. When she'd caught her breath again, she said "You're a pervert,
is what you are. Now come on, get up, and take a shower with me."
Making a big show of it, accompanied by a _major_ groan, I managed to sit
up. Apparently, it was a good performance, because she smiled at me, and
clapped her hands in appreciation.
"Very good, Dan! Very good, indeed. Now swing your legs around, and stand
up. If you can do that, I'll get us into the bathroom."
Another gut-wrenching moan to emphasize the exaggerated effort of moving
around; as I stood up, Kelly got up too, and came around the bed to stand
next to me.
Putting on my most soulful, whipped-puppy expression, I looked at her.
"Oh, you POOOOOR baby!", she gushed, before adding "I'll bet I know how I
can get you moving."
She reached out, and took my flaccid penis in her hand before looking up at
me with an impish grin, saying "Now, here's how it works. I've got hold of
something you *might* want to keep. I'm going into the bathroom. If you
don't stay with me, I get to keep it, and you don't."
"You're not a woman, you're a she-devil! Unhand me!"
She just grinned at me, and headed - slowly - toward the bathroom,
I kept up with her.
After our shower - a friendly one, with plenty of happy groping and
enthusiastic cleaning - we straightened up the bedroom before heading into
the family room, via the kitchen for some drinks. Snuggling on the couch, we
kissed every now and then as we chatted while drinking our sodas. When they
were gone, Kelly stood up, saying "I really do have to go, Dan. This is
Jan's time, and it's not right for me to take up too much of it, or get in
the way by being here. I'll see you later, after her dad gets back from
overseas."
Leaning over, she kissed me, and when she stood up again, I told her "I
really will look forward to hearing from you, dear. I think we've got some
plans to make."
Pleased, she nodded, and headed for the door. A bit later, I heard her car
as she drove away.
I stayed there, thinking, until Jan got back, perhaps an hour later.
When she came into the family room, I smiled at her, and said "Enjoy your
time at the library?"
"Foo. Libraries suck. All those books, and no cross-reference worth a hoot."
"What are you trying to find out?"
"Oh, I'm just doing some research."
"Want to use one of my computers, and do a search on the net?", I asked.
"Yeah, that would probably work better."
I got up, and we went into my office. There, I brought up a web browser on
one of my computers, and got Jan started on it. I hung around a few moments,
but she said "Um, Uncle Dan? Can you leave me alone while I do this? It's
kind of, well, personal."
Though surprised, I readily agreed, and left her to it, heading back into
the family room to read a book and listen to some music.
A couple of hours later, I had Mabel connect me with her. It turned out that
she was ready for supper, and hungry for pizza. I ordered it, and let her
know when it finally turned up. When she joined me in the family room, she'd
brought us a couple of drinks; together, we sat down to watch a little TV as
we ate.
When we'd finished, and cleaned things up a bit, Jan came back in to sit
next to me on the couch. I could tell that she had something on her mind, so
turned off the TV, and just sat there, my arm around her until she was
ready.
We sat like that for a while, with a little music playing softly while she
got her thoughts in order. After perhaps an hour, Jan finally squirmed
around a bit, so that she was facing me a bit more, and pulled my arm around
so she could hold my hand in her lap. Looking at her, I could see that she
*definitely* had something on her mind, She started to speak a couple of
times, and when nothing came out, got mildly disgusted with herself. I
patted her on the knee, and told her "It's okay, Jan. I know something is on
your mind, but there's no hurry. Take your time, think about what you want
to say, and when you're ready, I'll be right here, ready to listen."
She smiled at me then looked down into her lap for a few moments before
looking up again, and saying "Uncle Dan, there's something I want to ask
you, but I'm not sure how."
"Would it be easier if you gave me some idea of what you want to ask me is
_about_?"
"Um, it's about us making love."
"Okay, that narrows it down. What is it that you want to know, or should I
say, ask?"
"I, uh, was thinking about what Kelly told me you did with her, and you did
something with her that I thought that I, um, might want to try, too."
"Jan, please, _please_ don't think that just because I do - or don't do -
something with Kelly, you should follow her example. Make your OWN choices,
based on what YOU want."
"That's exactly what I'm doing; or trying to do. It's just that it's
something you kinda did with me, and really did with Kelly. It's what I went
to the library for, a little, and spent so much time on the Internet about
this "
That was enough to give me an idea of where this was going, and what she
wanted, but wanted to make sure I was right.
"So what is it, then?"
"Um, you know before, when you put your finger in my, uh, butt?"
"Yeah."
"Well, I think I'd like to try having you, you know, put 'something more'
there, too."
Yup. I was right. She wanted to try anal sex.
"I'm not going to ask if you're sure; I know you wouldn't bring it up if you
weren't. If that's what you want to do, then we can do it - or, at least,
give it a try."
She smiled at me, saying "I kinda wanted to try it tonight, if we could.
That way, if it, um, makes me sore, I still have time to get over it before
Daddy gets home in a couple days."
"Somehow, I didn't think you wanted to wait for your birthday.", I teased,
adding "Tonight it is, then. But of course, we're going to take our time,
and kind of ease into it, so you have plenty of time to change your mind or
get ready for it, right?"
"You better believe it!"
"Well, let's go ahead and get comfortable, maybe catch a little TV - yes,
you can pick the movies! - and see where it goes."
I got up and went into the bedroom to get undressed while Jan figured out
what she wanted to watch and got something going on the TV. A couple minutes
later, she joined me, and we had a brief bit of fun 'helping' each other
before heading back into the family room - after each made detours to the
bathroom, where I grabbed a small jar of petroleum jelly I kept around.
Back in the family room, we opted for floor in front of the couch, as much
for comfort as anticipated need. I sat down, leaning back against the couch,
with my knees drawn up slightly. Jan parked herself between them, leaning
back against me, my arms around her, resting on her lower belly. As the
evening began, so did our caresses; as time went on, those caresses
intensified, and as the caresses intensified, so did our arousal. It didn't
take long before what was on the screen mattered less than what was right
next to us; we'd gone from sitting up, Jan in front of me, to laying down
next to each other.
With Jan on her back, I laid on my side, propped on my arm. As I softly
kissed varying places on her face - with frequent stops at her lips - I used
my other hand to softly caress and stroke any part of her body I could
reach: from her neck to her pelvis, no part of her skin I could reach was
safe from my touch. Even the ultra fine hairs around her navel were
subjected to my feather light touch. As my ministrations progressed, Jan's
responses changed from accepting to insistent to demanding. When I kissed
her, our lips parted, and we tentatively touched tongues - and then quickly
progressed to dueling with them, and exploring each other's molars. As we
did, I moved my focus to her breasts, placing my hand over them, then slowly
pulling it away as I drew my fingertips - *ever* so lightly - from her chest
to her nipples, which I grasped lightly and pulled to full erection. For her
part, Jan started dragging her fingernails up my thighs, from near my knee
up to just short of my scrotum - then from my chest to just short of my
pubic hair; the effect was to excite me, getting me semi-erect.
Gradually, our lips parted, leaving me free to extend the range of my
kisses, starting with her throat. Starting with feather-light kisses, I
gradually increased the pressure, and added to it by parting my lips so I
could apply small, soft suction to her skin before withdrawing my lips to
move on to the next spot - usually very near. I moved slowly, kissing and
gently lip-biting her wherever I moved. She had changed the way she was
touching me; the range of her strokes was the same, but they were starting
closer to, and finishing at, my penis and testicles. Indeed, her touch was
enough to get me hard, and keep me that way, without it being painful or
'overly' stimulating. Only when I moved down slightly, to focus my attention
on her breasts, did she cease her efforts and allow me to do with her as I
wished.
What I wished was to suckle at her nipples, as though a child; first one,
then the other was the focus of my attentions. I delighted in the taste of
her skin: ever so slightly salty, but fresh. As I nursed at her breasts, she
put her hands on my head, softly guiding me to where she felt the need or
desire for my oral ministrations. Along with the efforts of my mouth and
lips and tongue, I used a hand to caress her thighs, which she readily
spread for me, allowing me ready access to the smoothest of the smooth:
their delicate, sensitive insides, warm and soft on the outside, but with
the firmness of her sports-toned muscles underneath. Now it was MY turn to
use my touch to tease her: using the same types of strokes on her thighs and
belly as she had with me, knee to groin, waist and hips and navel to pubic
hair, always bypassing my ultimate target. In very little time, I could
_feel_ the heat radiating from the center of her womanhood, and the heady
aroma of her arousal began to tickle my nose. Still, I managed to maintain
my slow pace as I increased the area of her anatomy that I savored. After
kissing her lips, ever so softly, I traced her jaw line with the tip of my
tongue, then traced a line from just under her ear, down her neck to her
shoulder, then across her collarbone. I next visited the hollow of her
throat, and then on to the other shoulder, back across her other collar to
the other ear, taking it's lobe between my teeth and softly 'chewing' it
briefly. Then down to the area between her breasts, by way of her throat
again, and on to tracing figure eight's with my tongue around her breasts,
in ever-decreasing circles so that I ultimately reached the twin peaks of
her erect areolas and hardened nipples.
From going in straight lines between the crinkled peaks of her mounds, I
gradually developed an arc that included her navel, as well, pausing there
on each pass to circle, and dip into, it. With the new waypoint established,
I gradually lowered the end points of the arc, until I was moving from hip
to navel to hip. Then it was hip to the crease where her leg joined her
body, across her mons - pausing to give her a brief, soft swipe of my tongue
- to the other crease, and back up to the other hip. Again, the change in
focus; but this time, the ends of the arc were gradually withdrawn, rather
than moved, so that I paid more and more homage to the very definition of
her femininity.
By this time, she was panting with her excitement; a glance up revealed that
she'd developed a blush of arousal as deep as any I'd ever seen. Her hands
traveled between her own breasts, and my head, where she tried to direct me
into providing more pressure in my attentions to her labia and clitoris. But
the state she was in, she simply didn't have the focus or strength to
accomplish it; instead, she had to content herself with letting me continue
narrowing my focus on her highly visible clitoris, and slightly protruding,
darkened glistening inner lips as I carefully licked and sucked her
plentiful essences from them as she slowly hunched herself up toward me. I
focused on her clitoris, and each time I felt her getting close to release,
would move my attentions to her labia - taking them into my mouth to clean
them, tracing their outlines with a tongue-tip, or simply forming a rod with
my tongue, and using it to press into her vagina as far as I could,
literally fucking her with it. Then, as each of her near-peaks smoothed into
an even higher plateau, I'd return to her clitoris, easing her to a new,
higher, level. Several times I repeated the cycle, until, finally, she
gasped "Oh, Dan! Please! Don't stop! I need it!". With that entreaty, I
couldn't tease her any more, and continued my focus on her clitoris until I
finally nudged her into the precipice of her release. She literally screamed
as her orgasm hit; with each spasm, I would apply slightly increased suction
on her clitoral area, nudging her into even stronger cycles of
tension-and-release. Finally, as her orgasm tapered off, she pushed at me to
let me know I could stop, while she lay there, gasping in an effort to get
her breath back. I move so that I was laying next to her again, and held her
in my arms.
When her breathing was approximately normal, she surprised me by quickly
pushing me onto my back, and then climbing on top of me, holding my arms
against the floor as she looked down at me as she said "YOU are a STINKER!
But now it's *my* turn!", with a lascivious smile.
That said, she leaned down a bit, licking her juices from where they'd wet
my lips and chin, and even down onto my neck. Once satisfied that she'd
gotten all the taste of herself off me, she went about doing much the same
to me as I had to her, almost action for action. My climax, when she finally
let me have it, was incredible.
Temporarily sated, we lay there for a while, just enjoying being next to
each other, giving each other small caresses, kissing every so often, and so
on.
As we regained our strength, though, our interest in each other increased as
well; it wasn't all _that_ long before we were again focused - deliberately
stimulating and arousing - each other. After a bit, Jan moved over me,
putting us in the classic '69' position; taking my semi-erect penis into her
mouth, she began applying a gentle suction to it as she bobbed her head up
and down on it. For my part, I was engaged in licking and sucking on her
labia and clitoris, surprised at how rapidly, and thoroughly, she got wet.
Neither of us seemed to be in any hurry to climax, so we both enjoyed the
sensations we were getting, and the activity we were engaged in; I savored
the taste of her female essence as it slowly flowed out of her, and the way
that she was using her lips and tongue - and even teeth! - on my erect
member.
Having climaxed so powerfully before, and with the handicap of being a guy,
I was far behind her in the area of arousal - I wasn't anywhere _near_
climaxing when she had a small one after I had focused on 'tickling' her
clitoris with my tongue for a couple of minutes. When it hit her, she raised
her head, and allowed my saliva slickened penis to slap against my belly.
When her spasms had passed, she took hold of me long enough to securely
plant her mouth around the glans and slide her lips down its length, almost
burying her nose in my pubic hair. She bobbed her head like that several
times, before releasing me again to say "I want you inside me."
I stopped licking her labia, and touched her hip; she moved off me, turned
around, and lay down on her back as I sat up. When I moved between her legs,
she raised her knees a bit, tilting her pelvis slightly, giving me a better
look at my target: the flower of her extended and slightly parted labia,
glistening with her juices, outlining the entrance to her vagina.
Reaching down, I guided the head of my erection to her cleft, and slid it up
and down a couple of times, re-wetting it, before wedging it partway into
her entrance. When I did, she gasped a bit, and pressed herself up against
me before parting her legs more, and raising her knees even farther. With
the better access, I pressed myself forward, sliding into her until I
slipped past the ring of muscles at her opening. I paused a moment; she
reached down between us and opened herself to me. When she did that, I
hunched myself forward, pushing deeper into her, slowly; her ample oils
making it possible for me to bury myself in her in a single stroke, my balls
finally coming to rest on her ass cheeks. We waited like that for several
long, pleasurable moments before she hunched herself up slightly, pressing
her clitoris against my pubic bone. Taking that as my cue, I withdrew from
her, slowly, paused when I felt the ring of her vaginal mouth just behind my
glans, and pushed back in again, a little faster. Again, we paused when I
was fully inside her, but not as long; nor did she have to do anything to
prod me into motion: I moved out of, then back into, her more quickly,
paused briefly, then again, even faster.
After only a few times, I was pistoning in and out of her steadily. It
wasn't forceful, or rapid, or anything like that; rather, it was a steady
rhythm of firm contact, aimed at pleasing each other as we looked into each
other's eyes.
Over the next several minutes, Jan's excitement increased considerably: she
escalated from the occasional moan and gasp, to panting and groaning almost
constantly, and even whining when I felt a number of intermittent spasms
pass through her. Those spasms increased in frequency, and strength, until
perhaps ten minutes after I first entered her, she had an orgasm. It wasn't
anything special (if such a term can be used to describe an orgasm or
climax!), so I simply kept up my thrusting motions into her, adding a little
extra 'bump' when our pelvises met, causing an extra bit of pressure on her
clitoris.
As her orgasm tapered off, she opened her eyes again, and seeing the sheen
of sweat I'd developed, asked "You're getting tired, a little?"
Not stopping my actions, I nodded, and she said "If you'll let me up, you
can do me from behind."
My arms quivering slightly, I nodded my agreement (oxygen was precious at
the time), and after making a couple of slow, steady thrusts into her,
withdrew and sat back on my heels as she sat up, then got onto her hands and
knees. Having caught my breath a bit, I said "Thank you, dear.", to which
she giggled, and replied "My pleasure, sir!".
Easing up behind her, I took my still slick penis in hand, and positioned it
between her labia. Before I could release my grip, she rocked back, wrapping
herself around nearly half my length. I quickly put my hands on her hips,
and pressed my hips forward, finishing the task of embedding myself in her
sheath. Securely positioned, I reached forward and down, taking her breasts
in my hands, squeezing them and pinching her nipples as I easily resumed my
previous rhythm, pumping in and out of her steadily, and perhaps a bit more
quickly. Keeping one hand on the floor to steady herself, she used the other
to reach between her legs, and begin rubbing her clitoris, and sliding her
fingers on each side of my woman-wet penis as it stretched, then compressed,
her inner lips.
It took her only a few minutes to have another - smaller - orgasm. When it
started, she lowered herself onto her elbows, giving me a view of her anus
clenching and relaxing as her spasms passed; it was a truly unique, and
stimulating, view and experience.
With her on her elbows, I couldn't maintain my hold on her breasts, of
course, and held her by the hips again, steadying them as my pace increased
at the sight of her nether rosebud winking at me as her thin, glistening
inner lips pulled away from her as I withdrew, then disappeared to guide me
as I thrust back into her. Even though oh-so-tight, she was also so wet that
I didn't have any difficulty hearing the liquid noises of our union. Getting
an idea, I used a hand to collect some of the ample lubrication she was
creating, and apply it to the blossom of her nether opening, massaging it in
the process. As I did, she started moaning again, and flexing her back in
time with my actions. Several more times, I dipped down to replenish the
supply, until I was finally able to slip the first digit of my finger into
her. When I did, She orgasmed, clamping down on the finger in her rectum,
her vagina flexing around my still-thrusting member. Taking advantage of the
periods between her spasms, I easily managed to get my entire finger buried
in her anus, and started wiggling it around. When I did that, she all but
screamed in pleasure, and pressed herself back against me, trying to get as
much of my penis and finger inside her as she possibly could.
When she finally came down off her peak, she all but collapsed; I had to
hold her up long enough to remove my finger - twisting it a bit in the
process, causing a series of after-shocks in her - before guiding us both
down; she on her stomach, me still buried in her vagina, my legs outside
hers, resting on my elbows. Knowing how strong her release had been, I was
content to simply hold myself steady over her, my erection still inside her
warm, wet cavern. I slid myself in and out of her slowly, more to keep
myself erect than in any plan to arouse or awaken her.
Several minutes later, she stirred, and turning her head to look over her
shoulder at me, said "That felt *so* good; I _really_ want to find out what
it feels like when it's your penis in my butt instead of your finger."
Kissing the back of her neck, I withdrew from her, and sat up on my knees,
my glistening erection swaying slightly. Jan quickly got up on her hands and
knees, turning around to take me into her mouth, sucking her juices off me
as I leaned to the side far enough to grab the petroleum jelly I'd brought
from the bathroom. When she saw what I had in my hand, she let my penis
slide free of her lips, and said " Oh, god!. I am *so* ready to try this!",
arching her back in confirmation.
She quickly turned herself around so that her ass was toward me. Easing
forward slightly, I slid my erection back into her vagina a little way,
withdrew it slightly, and then pressed the rest of the way in. Jan lowered
herself so that her shoulders were resting on the floor, tilting her ass up
for easy access to me.
Loading my thumb up with some of the lube, I placed it a little above her
nether opening, then slowly spread it around between her asscheeks and
working it into her anus. When it had all been distributed, I took another
load, and carefully worked it into her rear opening, pushing it inside and
sliding my thumb in with it to both loosen her a bit, and to help make sure
she was as well-lubricated in that opening as she was where I could feel her
tightening around my penis.
The third blob of petroleum jelly I used to lubricate my erection as I
slowly withdrew it from her, making sure to leave a surplus on the glans.
When she felt me finally gone from her vagina, she raised herself up again,
so that the blossom of her anus was more lined up with how I would be
entering her.
Placing my hands on her asscheeks, I said "Remember, you can stop me at any
time. If it hurts, or doesn't feel comfortable, or anything else about it
bothers you, *tell me*, and I'll stop, _right then_. I am NOT going to just
ram it in, or do anything force you; it's ONLY going to happen if you relax
enough to LET it happen, okay?"
Looking back over her shoulder, she said "I know, Uncle Dan. That's why I
want _you_ to do it, because I know you're not going to hurt me. But I don't
think it will - I *really* want to do this."
With that, I gently pulled her buns apart, revealing the winking brown eye
that was my target. Directing my glans until it was touching her pucker, I
paused a moment, then pressed forward a bit, giving her plenty of time to
prepare. When I felt her press back against me slightly, I pushed a bit
harder. I actually felt her anal ring relax, and pressed a bit harder
against her. As the pressure increased against her opening, she didn't cry
out or exhibit any signs of discomfort; if anything, she seemed to only get
more aroused, judging from her low moans. Finally, it happened: the pressure
and lubrication were enough to let my glans pop through the initial
resistance of her opening, with a small squeak from her. I instantly
stopped, with the ring of her anal opening tight around my penis, just
behind the glans.
"Are you okay?", I asked, concerned.
"Yeah, I think so. Just give me a minute, okay?"
"Absolutely. You're sure you don't want me to stop?"
"Don't you dare! Just let me get used to it, and I'll be fine."
Seeing that she was determined to go through with it, I released my hold on
her ass, and moved my hands forward to caress and squeeze her breasts,
paying special attention to her nipples. After a couple of minutes, it
seemed to have the desired effects of reassuring her that I wasn't going to
move before she was ready, and to help her relax by distracting her a bit
(okay, a lot :-)
I could feel it as she managed to get more and more relaxed; so I was ready
when she finally told me "Okay, go ahead - but slow, okay?"
"You bet."
Taking her ass in my hands again, I spread her cheeks enough to be able to
watch as I slowly, and carefully, pushed into her again. The lubricant I'd
applied to both of us made it easier, and it wasn't long before I felt the
ring of her anus wrapped around the base of my erect penis. At that point, I
stopped again, to give her a chance to 'catch her breath', as it were, from
the experience.
Again, she looked back at me, saying "That part was a LOT easier. It feels
_really_ weird, but I like it!"
I could tell that last part was true from the way my balls were being soaked
in her vaginal juices - and the way her vagina was fairly *radiating* heat.
I could also feel the different pressures as she experimented with her
internal muscles: she easily found her vaginal muscles, because I could feel
the change in pressure along the bottom side of my penis. Of course, control
over her anus was easy, too, as evidenced by the way she would camp down on
me. What seemed to take the longest for her, not surprisingly, was the
location and control of the muscles _leading up to_ her rectum. But find
them she did, and got control of them quickly enough: at first, it was only
an intermittent squeezing or flutter at random points along my length, but
after only a couple of minutes, her efforts were much more organized and
effective.
Finally, content with her progress, she said "Okay, I'm ready, I think. Go
ahead and start making love to me - but easy."
Not bothering to say anything - she'd gotten me that aroused from being the
subject of her experiments - I carefully slid myself back out, until only
the head of my erection was in her. As I did, I could hear her give out a
single, continuous moan, lasting as long as my actions did - and relaxing
even more, as well.
I paused again for a few seconds, then started pressing myself into her
again, and getting another decidedly aroused moan as a reward. Again, I
paused a few seconds before sliding back out of her. I continued like that,
pausing a bit at the end of each stroke, for another couple of minutes, ever
so gradually reducing the pauses, until I was finally making slow,
continuous love to her most personal of openings.
She applauded my efforts with her pants and moans, and even gasps of
pleasure; finally, she was able to gasp out "Yeah, that's it! Oh, GOD! It
feels SO good!"
With that encouragement, I started speeding up my actions, gradually, until
I was finally, fully, *making love* to her nether opening. I wasn't forceful
about it; rather, it was a steady (if quick), gentle pistoning in and out of
her, savoring the sight and feeling of her rosebud as it slid up and down my
length, tighter than even her vagina had been, but pleasantly so. Pleasantly
enough, in fact, that I could feel myself start down the path to my climax.
Looking down at her, I saw that she had one hand off the floor, using it to
squeeze her breasts and pinch her nipples as she rocked back and forth in
time with my thrusting. Leaning forward a bit, I took one hand off her ass
and slid it around her, sliding through her pubic hair, until I was able to
use my fingertip to stroke and circle and press her clitoris in time with my
efforts. In only a few moments, she had a small orgasm, clamping her anus
down on me until it was almost painful - but not enough to stop, or even
slow, me as I continued to slide in and out of her. When her spasms passed,
it didn't seem to have left her any less aroused; quite the opposite in
fact: she would grunt and gasp out "Oh!" each time I 'hit bottom' on my in
strokes, and give a slightly disappointed moan when I withdrew.
As I started to feel the first tight, tingling sensations in the end of my
erection, I started speeding up my thrusts, as well; still being careful not
to hurt her, my thrusting became more forceful, as well. At some point, we
seemed to pass an internal dividing line for her, and she lowered her
shoulders to rest as she responded to my thrusting with an almost continuous
moan, punctuated by grunts as I thrust into her.
Finally, though, it simply got to be too much for me, and I had to abandon
my attentions to her clitoris; focusing instead on my own pleasure. After
only a couple of minutes, I felt the approach of my own release, and slowed
down to take a few long, slow strokes in and out of her to maximize it; when
I felt the tensioning in my balls that told me the next thrust would be my
last, I pushed into her quickly, and then tried to bury myself in her ass as
the first of several jets of semen shot deep into her bowels. Whether it was
the knowledge of what I was doing, or she could actually feel it, I
couldn't' tell - but it was enough to trip her into her own orgasm, as well,
shrieking as it hit her. Not only did she tighten around my erection, but I
could feel the spasms passing through her vagina as well, along the bottom
of my buried member. The sensation was so unique - and pleasant! - that the
last few sprays I released into her felt as strong as the first. Panting
from my exertions, I held her hips steady and jabbed into her rear entrance
a few times as her climax slowly tapered off, causing her to release another
small cry and several moans.
As my penis deflated, I withdrew from her, the ring of her anus tight enough
to milk the last few drops from it as it slid out.
Both of us exhausted and gasping, I held her enough to guide us both back
down onto the floor before we collapsed. Once safe from falling, we held
each other in our arms as we caught our breath.
I plead age and effort as my excuse for falling asleep; when I woke up, Jan
had gotten a blanket to cover us and was laying next to me under it. The
slight dampness around my penis told me that she'd also gotten a wet cloth
to clean me - and presumably herself - after our experience.
Turning my head, I looked into her beautiful eyes, and smiled at her.
She smiled back, almost radiantly, before saying "THAT was _amazing_. The
first time I heard about it, I thought it would be, you know, *disgusting*
or something, or that it would hurt. But it didn't - it felt *great*."
"No pain, then? Nothing hurts?"
"No, no pain or anything. I feel kinda stretched, and my, uh, butt hole
feels 'loose', but nothing hurts. The only bad part is that stuff you used
makes me feel squishy back there; it's weird and kind of uncomfortable."
I laughed, and said "Now you've got an idea of why guys hate getting
prostate or rectal exams: it's not just the idea of having something stuck
in our butts, but that feeling from the lubrication, afterwards."
She laughed back, and told me "Yeah, I guess I can understand that. Now if
we women can just get you GUYS to understand what it' s like getting a
gynecological exam, we'd be even!"
"Well, I don't know if I'd ever want to experience anything like that; but I
do know that a nice, hot shower helps wash that stuff off - at least, enough
of it that it doesn't feel so bad. The problem is, I'm just too damned tired
to get up and take on, just now."
"Me, too. It was all I could do to get us this far!"
"And for that, I thank you."
She snickered, saying "I did it as much for me as for you, Uncle Dan!"
I chuckled, telling her "I figured as much; I'm just thanking you for
including me!"
We were content to just lay there, looking at each other, for a while. I
noticed Jan's eyes drooping a bit, and said "How about if we just take a
little nap to get our strength back. Then when we wake up, we can take that
shower, and have a little bit to eat?"
"Sounds good." she murmured, already half-asleep herself.
Still holding her, I closed my eyes, too, and both of us were soon fast
asleep.
When we woke up, it was quite late in the evening. A quick shower - all we
had energy for - and some re-heated pizza, and we were ready to go back to
bed - this time to sleep.
The next morning, Jan revealed that the effect of her first anal experience
had left her a bit sore - "But not too much!", she declared - and less
interested in making love. I agreed, having nearly worn myself out with her
and Kelly the past few days.
The next day, Jan was back to her regular self. Talking to her, I found out
that she wanted to spend the last couple of days before her dad got back
with me, just the two of us. Calling in to the office, I let my secretary
know, and told her to forward anything needing my attention to me at home,
via email. She agreed, and with nothing else to distract me, devoted the
next few days to Jan, and making her as happy as I could.
We made love. We sat and talked, about her school and her future. We simply
sat, enjoying each other's company. We went out to dinner, every guy in the
restaurant eyeing her (much to her pleasure). We cuddled. We had raw,
unbridled *sex*.
When the day came that we were to pick up Paul from the airport, we savored
our last lovemaking session with each other. It wasn't a marathon of orgasm;
indeed, we only had one apiece - but they came to us (no pun intended) only
after a slow, gentle, *caring* session.
At the airport, we were ready and waiting when Paul finally cleared Customs,
and was able to join us. He looked exhausted, and seemed to have more stuff
with him than when he left. Jan and I quickly guided him out to my car, and
with a little effort, managed to get him and his luggage all into the car
with us. Back at his place, he seemed to perk up a bit, and was able to sit
and talk with us for a while, telling Jan about where he'd been, and what
he'd done. Finally, though, he got to the point where he wanted to talk to
me - without Jan present. When he asked her to get him unpacked, she knew
what he wanted, and readily agreed - but giving me a Significant Look on her
way out of the room.
"So, how did it go?", Paul asked.
"How did what go?"
"C'mon, Dan, I'm not blind. When I first saw you two at the airport, I could
tell. I don't know what it is - okay, I know what it is, but I don't know
how to explain it - but she just *looks* different. It's like she grew up,
which I suppose she did in a way. And the way she looks at you, now: it's
not like she's any more in love with you now than before, more like she
loves you as one adult to another, not the little-girl kind of love she had
before. So yeah, I could tell it happened. I just wanted to know if it went
well; I'm not asking for any of the gory details or anything else - I just
need to know that she's okay."
"In that case, I'll tell you - yeah, it went okay. She's fine, she isn't
hurt, or anything like that. Aside from the obvious, I think you're going to
see a big change in her, now. She really *has* grown up - not just
physically, but mentally and emotionally, too. She isn't your baby or little
girl any more; she's *Jan*, an adult in every way except legally. There were
a couple of problems that came up, and she handled them _herself_,
responsibly and like an adult. It's just something you're going to have to
get used to."
"What problems?"
"Just something with a couple of her now-ex-friends. Don't worry, nobody got
hurt, and there aren't any legal issues."
Reassured, he said "That so? Well, I guess I _am_ going to have to get used
to it; even I don't like it much."
"You want to know what *I* think you should do?"
He snorted, and said "I think I'd better, if I know what's good for me."
"Sit down with her, and *talk* to her. Find out what's on her mind, what her
plans are, what SHE thinks - not just about what happened between us, but
anything and everything in her life. I think she'll not only surprise you -
pleasantly! - but help make it easier for you to accept the change in her."
He looked at me, surprised, and said "You really think so?"
"Yeah, I do. I know that neither of you is stupid; it's just getting you
talking that's always a pain in the ass. Just be careful not to get _too_
inquisitive about what happened between us, unless you like hearing rude
answers from your daughter."
"Shit, I DON'T want to know. Honest to God, Dan, I had a lot of time to
think it over while I was gone, and I finally understood something: she *is*
growing up. I can either piss and moan about it, and make her and me both
miserable; or I can look at it like I've done just exactly what I'm supposed
to do as a parent: teach how to make her own decisions, and HOW to get what
she wants in a responsible manner, and all that other stuff. So, no, I don't
want to know the fussy details about her personal life; I'm actually happy
to know that she's being responsible and careful, and that she trusts me
enough to be willing to come to me like she did. No, it's not easy, but I
*know* it's something that has to happen. So, I just try to go with it,
accept it gracefully, and look at it in the best way I can."
From there, the conversation drifted around to a variety of subjects - his
job, my job, the different places he'd gone, and so on. As we talked, I
could see him getting sleepy again, and finally suggested that he go ahead
and go to bed, and I'd stop by in a couple days when he'd gotten over the
jet lag.
On my way out, Jan caught up with me, and gave me a solid kiss on the lips
before asking "What did Daddy want to talk to you about?"
"Oh, you, me, and a little other stuff. Not to worry, though, I think he's
actually okay with it now. Just talk to him, and try to remember that he's
still getting used the changes in you."
She smiled at me, and gave me another kiss before I headed out the door.
After Paul, Jan's dad, came home, Kelly came over for a visit. Cuddling
on the couch, we talked over a number of things, including the idea of her
moving in to my house with me. I told her that I was more than happy at the
idea, but that I wanted to check a few things before she did. She agreed,
and we tentatively set a move-in date for her the last weekend before school
started.
The next day, at work, I called Susan's father, asking if it would be
possible for us to meet. He readily agreed, and asked if I wanted to come
into his office, or if I'd be more comfortable if he came to me. I said that
either was fine with me, but that it _would_ be easier if he came to my
office. He agreed, and we set up a time for the next day.
When he arrived for our appointment, I was stuck on the phone with one of my
clients, discussing a project that he wanted me to work on. I asked him if
he would mind waiting, and he easily agreed. Nearly fifteen minutes later, I
was finally able to go out and meet him.
Introducing myself, I said "I'm Dan Marshall, Mr...."
"Moore. Steve Moore. It's a pleasure to finally meet you."
"And for me, as well. If you'll come into my office?"
Once seated, he asked me "I found your secretary most interesting to talk to
- though I have to admit that her accent baffles me."
"Hardly surprising; she's originally from Nigeria."
"Interesting. How did a white middle-aged engineer wind up with a black,
middle-aged Nigerian secretary?"
"Pretty simple, actually. She left Nigeria after one of those tribal spats
that are all too common over there, and came to this country. Being a
teacher there, she was a prime target for some of the less sociable
elements, and barely made it out alive. When she got here, her Nigerian
teaching credentials didn't count for much, and she was ridiculously
overqualified for almost anything related - secretarial, and so on. She
answered an ad I had for a part-time secretary; after talking to her a bit,
I realized that she was perfectly qualified for the job, except for the
technical jargon involved. When I asked her if she could stop being a
teacher for a while, and be a student again while she learned the business I
was in, she answered that a good teacher never stopped learning. I liked the
motivation and enthusiasm she showed, so I gave her a chance. Luckily, it
worked out, and she's shown her gratitude for the chance by staying with
me."
"She seems to be quite loyal to you; she even thanked me for offering to
help with the Phil situation; I'm surprised she remembered it."
"I'm not. Remember, she was a teacher, once; she still reads the newspaper,
front to back, every day. As for the loyalty, I expect that it's just
because I've tried to take as good of care of her as she has of me; whenever
I've been able to afford it, I've given her raises and so on. I even 'gave
her away' at her wedding, when she married a local electrical supplier.
We've been to each other's homes many times, and I'm even godparent to their
two children."
"Interesting concept, that: taking care of your people gets you loyalty
beyond what a simple paycheck buys." he smiled.
"Yeah, well, it seems to work for me. Some of my clients and competitors
have tried to hire her away from me, but she's turned them all down."
"Before we begin, there is something that I would like to ask you about, if
I may."
"Certainly", I replied.
"Since that - *event* - Susan has been a little nervous about going out by
herself. It's not that she's worried about young Phil, but more that she's
worried about something else happening. She speaks very highly of how
effective you were in dealing with that bunch, and has expressed an interest
in taking some kind of martial arts training."
"What is it that you want to know?"
"Actually, I want to know a couple of things. First, what was it that you
used on them?"
"The first thing was Aikido; when things got rushed, it was karate and judo.
And the second thing?"
"Would you be able to recommend something that I could have her take?"
"I'm afraid that on that one, I can't help you - as far as suggesting
anything YOU should HAVE her take. My suggestion would be for her to visit
several of the different martial arts facilities, and find one that appeals
to _her_. If *she's* interested in it, she'll do better at it, and learn
more."
"Is there anything you would recommend? As far as a particular one of them?
She's not really a physical person, and doesn't even like to hurt bugs that
she's afraid of."
"That considered, I'd say that she might find Aikido to be worth a look.
It's primarily a _defensive_ art, and requires less strength and force than
anything else I'm aware of. Also, the way it works, she would be able to
apply even the beginning lessons easily, and regain any confidence she may
have lost after Phil."
"What is Aikido, exactly? I know about karate and judo, but don't know what
it is well enough to visualize it."
"If you've ever seen a Steven Segal movie, what he uses is Aikido. The parts
where he simply re-directs people - that is, isn't there when they try to
hurt him - is basic Aikido; the parts where he actually hits back are from
the higher training."
"I see. And what else would you suggest?"
"The other non-violent alternative is Judo, but it's a bit more physical and
painful to the assailant than Aikido."
"I understand. Thank you."
"If you would like, I'd be happy to suggest a couple of places here in town
that I'm aware of, and fairly impressed with. When I returned from overseas,
I studied at them for some time before my schooling and business took up too
much of my time."
"That would be most helpful, thank you. And brings us to the subject of what
it was that you wanted to talk to me about."
"Mr. Moore" - "Steve, please - after the way you helped Susan, I think first
names are appropriate!" - "Steve, I'm looking for some legal advice that I
hope will stay civil, but *may* become something more."
"I understand. First, I'm not a civil lawyer; my field is criminal law. For
civil advice, I'd suggest that you visit a friend of mine. I'll be happy to
set you up with him. Second, if whatever you have in mind *does* turn
criminal, I would probably not be your best choice as a representative, for
the simple reason that you've already helped me in a more personal way by
protecting my daughter from that young thug. I would be happy to assist or
guide another attorney, but would not be comfortable as your sole, or
primary, attorney. With that said, let me say that I will be more than happy
to hear what you have to say, and make suggestions based on what you tell
me, as one friend - and I think of you as one - to another."
"I think I understand; I've heard that bit about a lawyer representing
himself, and suspect that the idea applies to friends, as well. Very well
then, let me start by asking you if you know a young friend of Susan's, by
the name of Kelly."
"Yes, I've met her, she seems quite nice and intelligent. Susan has also
told me a bit about Kelly's home life; something of a shame."
"Well, it is about her home life that I am seeking advice and suggestions.
Kelly and I have become better acquainted since the Phil incident.
Acquainted enough that we've found that we share a number of interests, and
have a certain affection for each other."
"Indeed? How affectionate?"
"Affectionate enough that we've agreed that it would be worthwhile for her
to move into my home on a full-time basis."
"I see. If I may ask, what would the living arrangements be?"
"I have a three bedroom home. One is my bedroom, one is set up as a home
office and lab; the last is currently unused."
"That was not an answer to my question, but I'll accept it, for now. What
about the situation is it that you are seeking legal guidance on?"
"Being a minor, it is possible that Kelly would be subjected to some
'unpleasantness' from her parents. Unpleasantness to the degree that they
might ultimately seek civil, or even criminal, redress against me. I hope it
does not come to that, but want to be prepared for it, if it does."
"Laudable. You have no idea of the number of people that I see that only
seek counsel AFTER the fact, when it is too late. As I said, my field is
criminal law, and I can offer you some thoughts on what you might reasonably
expect to face, if you like."
"I can't say that I *like*, but need to hear them."
He smiled, and said "First, if it can be shown that you are engaged in
intimate physical contact with Kelly, you could face criminal charges, the
least of which would be indecency with a minor; the more serious would be
statutory rape or even contributing to the delinquency of a minor. Our local
district attorney is prone to use the big guns, so some combination of those
charges, and other minor ones, wouldn't be unusual. Knowing something of
Kelly's home life, I applaud you for any comfort or affection you've shown
her; I have no doubt that it is or was completely consensual and mutual.
I've done some research on you, and everyone that knows you personally
states that you are an honorable, reputable, honest person - those are
traits that would serve you well in court, if it comes to that. But as you
say, the ideal is to avoid that, if at all possible. Let me refer you to my
friend, and fill him in on some of what I know about Kelly and her
situation. After you talk with him, he should be better able to give you
suggestions and guidance that I wouldn't."
"And this person is?"
"Michael Thompson. He's one of several people in a group that I belong to
that get together every so often. We aren't a consortium or club or
anything; rather, we're basically the best in our respective fields of law,
and get together to learn a bit from each other, and make referrals as
needed - such as your case. In fact, if I may use your phone, I can give
Mike a call now, and see how soon I can get you in to see him."
"Certainly. Here you go." I said, handing him my phone. He dialed, and after
a brief conversation, managed to get me an appointment for that afternoon.
When he handed the phone back, I thanked him.
He answered me by saying "It is I who need to thank *you*. You helped my
daughter at a time she needed it, and resolved a problem that I wasn't sure
how to deal with. You've also given me no small guidance in how to prevent
her from coming to harm in the future. I like you, and hope that we can
become, if not friends, then at least friendly."
"I would hope that we could, too. As for helping Susan, she's a nice kid -
young lady - and in good conscience, I *couldn't* let anything happen to
her, regardless of WHO'S daughter she was."
"I expected as much. Like I said, I did some checking on you, and you are
universally respected by those that know you, whether you're actually
*liked*, or not - something I gather involves a certain amount of
professional jealousy. There is no doubt in my mind that any relationship
you have with Kelly is an honest one, and to her benefit. I've met her
parents a few times around town, and I must say that I have been much less
than impressed with them; if you are able and willing to get her into a more
affectionate atmosphere, you have my whole-hearted support."
With that, he stood and offered me his hand. Standing as well, I took it,
and we shook with more friendship than we'd had on first meeting.
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I got to Michael Thompson's office that afternoon, a few minutes early. To
my surprise, his receptionist directed me right into his office after I
identified myself.
After standing to shake hands with me, he directed me to a chair, and after
we were seated, had someone bring in some coffee for us.
After a few sips, and a little idle conversation, he started things rolling
by telling me "It isn't often that I see someone on such short notice, even
from Steve. Whoever you are, you've impressed him. What is the nature of the
problem?"
"There is a young lady of my acquaintance who is in an unpleasant home
environment. I have offered to let her move into my house on a semi- to
permanent basis. The problem is that she is 17 years of age, and I - and she
- are not entirely certain that her parents would accept such an arrangement
without some type of protest."
"I see. And what is the nature of the relationship between you? And what
would the living arrangements be?"
"The relationship is one of mutual affection and respect. As for the living
arrangements, I have an unused bedroom in my house."
"Mutual affection and respect, huh? Okay, I'll accept that. But you didn't
answer the question about the living arrangements; you only told me about
your house."
"Mr. Thompson, do you *really* need - or want - to know that level of
detail? I understand that lawyers are considered to be 'officers of the
court', and bound to report any criminal activity that comes to their
attention."
"That is correct. Very well, then, we shall stipulate that the young lady
involved will be moving into that bedroom, and proceed. What are the
particulars of the young lady, and her home life, that she is so desirous of
leaving it to join you?"
Over the next few minutes, I told him about Kelly - what I'd heard about her
home life, what she'd told me herself, and so on, always careful to
distinguish between what I'd heard, what she'd told me, and what I'd
surmised.
When I was done, he looked very thoughtful for a bit before saying "What you
tell me jibes with what Steve has told me. I believe that I've met her
parents; hardly the kind of people I like to see procreating. Very well
then, how is it that I can help you?"
"Kelly and I are both fairly certain that her parents will not object to her
departure; if anything, we expect they will view it with no small relief.
However, we want to have some means of dealing with them in the event that
we're wrong in our estimation of the situation."
"And how committed are the two of you to seeing this through? It could well
get ugly."
"We've thought of that, as well. Considering their absentee parental
technique, we were thinking that they had forfeited any claim of
responsibility for her. At worst, it was my thought that the argument could
be made that the inattention and indifference her parents have exhibited
constituted a form of neglect, if not abuse. Kelly is willing to testify to
that effect, if it becomes absolutely necessary."
"Indeed? Well, let us hope it doesn't come to that; but prepare for it
nonetheless. I have heard what you have to say; I trust that you'll
understand if I tell you that I'd like to hear what Kelly has to say, as
well."
"Of course. I can either bring her in, or arrange for her to meet with you."
"For the sake of argument, let's say she comes in here on her own. That way,
it couldn't be argued that your immediate presence influenced her."
"That would be fine. If I might ask, you seem to have something in mind -
what is it?"
"It's a bit premature, but in this state, we have what is called
'manumission' for minors of her age. It essentially declares them to be
legal adults, if underage otherwise. If the conditions are as you say - and
I believe they are - then we could almost certainly apply for her to
manumitted on those grounds, leaving her free to choose where to live as she
pleases, as an adult."
"Really? That's an 'interesting' concept. Uh, forgive me, but as a matter of
theory, wouldn't an application of that sort have more of an impact if it
were to come from Kelly herself?"
"It would."
"And wouldn't any involvement by me tend to - shall we say - 'cloud' the
proceedings?"
"It would."
"Then if Kelly were to come to you herself, wouldn't it have more impact on
the court?"
"Yes, I see where you're going with this. However, you've already mentioned
the ultimate goal to me."
"Yes - to YOU. But if there were someone you were to direct her to? Someone
that I _hadn't_ spoken with? Kelly's manumission would be a separate issue
from any civil or other legal proceedings that I would wish to retain you
against."
He smiled at me, saying "You have an 'interesting' way of thinking, Mr.
Marshall. Yes, _in theory_, what you say is correct. There are several
people that I would trust to handle such a thing. A couple of them might
even entertain the idea of doing it pro bono - for free - or at a minimal
charge, paid by the young lady as she was able."
"But of course, you would only be comfortable making such a referral once
you had met her, and were convinced of the appropriateness of the solution."
"Of course."
"Then if such a young lady were to call you for an appointment tomorrow
morning, when might she be able to speak with you?"
"I suppose that if she were to call tomorrow morning, I could probably see
her shortly before lunch."
"Theoretically, of course." I offered.
"Theoretically."
"Thank you for your time, Mr. Thompson. Will you bill me for your services,
or may I pay on my way out?"
"There won't be a charge for this meeting, Mr. Marshall. My first
consultation is usually free, and as I said, you have an 'interesting' mind;
it was a pleasure talking with you."
"And if it should happen that a young lady seeking manumission were to meet
you, how might she be billed?"
"Oh, for such a worthwhile cause, I doubt that I would bother; it would be a
public service to be able to help a young lady in troubling circumstances
achieve her freedom and happiness."
"You are quite a gentleman, sir."
"For a lawyer." he smiled.
With that, I left, thanking his receptionist on my way out.
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The next morning, Kelly called him at my suggestion, and was able to see him
just before lunch. After their meeting, she called the other lawyer he'd
directed her to, and got an appointment for a few days later. I'd been
careful not to tell her what Thompson had said about manumission; both to
surprise her, and to avoid putting any pressure on her.
When she came to stay with me for a few hours, I could see that she was
excited about something, but was careful not to 'notice' or mention it until
she brought it up herself. When she did, I agreed that it sounded like an
ideal solution - not just for us, but also for HER. As we cuddled on the
couch, we made tentative plans for her move, but leaving the timeline open
until after she'd met with the lawyer that would be handling things for her.
---------- ---------- ----------
Thompson had been right; there was a manumission law in our state, and
Kelly's home life certainly qualified her to apply for it. The lawyer she
saw was willing to do it 'at cost' - that is, simply for any filing or other
fees outside his office. He started the paperwork, and suggested to Kelly
that she say something to her parents before the paperwork was delivered to
them, so that they would have some warning. When she told me about it, I
backed him up on it, pointing out that if it hit them without warning, they
might decide to fight it just because it pissed them off. She was still
hesitant about it, but brought it up with them, anyway. To her surprise,
they actually seemed mildly pleased at the idea, and told her that they
wouldn't have any objections to it, or fight it. In fact, they even told her
that they would be happy to give her a few thousand dollars to help her get
started, along with the title to the car they'd bought her. With that kind
of response from them, she even brought up the idea of moving out, perhaps
even before the start of the school year. They agreed to that, as well,
saying that they would pay for her final year of private school, as well, as
a gesture of 'good will'.
When she got to my house, she was almost in a state of shock at how it had
gone with them, and how agreeable they'd been - and more than a little
saddened by those facts, as well. I reassured her as best I could, holding
her in my arms and telling her that I loved her. After a while, she perked
up a bit, and we finalized our plans for her to move in with me. The next
day, she called her lawyer, and told him what had happened; he assured her
that moving out before the paperwork was finalized wouldn't have any impact,
that if anything, it would strengthen the basis for her request.
So, the last weekend before school started, Kelly gathered up her things,
and moved in. True to their word, her parents gave her the title to her car,
and a receipt for her last year's tuition at school, along with a certified
check for $10,000. A couple of weeks later - and after a brief appearance by
her in court - her manumission papers arrived. With them in hand, she went
to the bank to open her own checking and savings accounts. The bank fussed,
a little, but ultimately gave in, setting both accounts up as requested.
That it was the same bank I used for my personal and business accounts, and
she liberally dropped my name, helped a bit.
Back at home, we'd gone out and gotten some additional furniture, mostly for
her to put her things in, in the bedroom. I provided her with one of the
encrypted garage door openers I had; the remote being encrypted, the garage
door wasn't subject to some clown driving down the street hitting a
commercial or generic remote to see which doors opened. We also went through
a 'crash training' session with Mabel, so that Kelly had _almost_ as much
control over Mabel as I did. I also fixed her up with a ring to hold her
electronic key to the house; when I gave it to her, I thought she was going
to cry.
During all of this, Paul was surprisingly supportive - particularly after
Jan told him about what had passed for Kelly's home life. He told me that
the boys had asked about all the stuff that was going on, and that he and
Jan had explained things to them in such a way as to satisfy their curiosity
without going into too much 'detail'. They were old enough to notice that
_something_ was going on, but not old enough to really understand the what
or why, so once satisfied that they weren't being left out of something, it
didn't take much to appease their curiosity.
While all this was happening, Jan came over a few times; she seemed quite
willing to accept Kelly's primacy in my life, and didn't seem to have any
reaction or express any opinion when Kelly and I would exchange touches, or
kiss or caress. Then again, Kelly didn't seem to mind when Jan would kiss
me, either. I downplayed it as best I could by not making a big deal of it,
either way - whoever was handy got kisses and caresses when the mood struck,
and I didn't object to whoever wanted to kiss or caress me.
Things went along pretty well, at least, until the middle of October:
talking to Dan, I found out that he'd been set up to go on another long trip
out of the country, scheduled to start a few days before Halloween. As he
and I talked about it, we finally came up with something approximating a
plan. Initially, I offered to take all of the kids, but the boys weren't
real impressed with the idea: the Trick-or-Treating around my house was slim
pickings. A little more discussion, and we came up with an alternative idea:
they boys would stay with some cousins (where the goodie quality was
significantly better), and Jan would stay with Kelly and me. Jan, of course,
was more than agreeable to the idea - but was courteous enough to conceal it
from Paul, out of consideration for his feelings.
The see-Paul-off process went off pretty much as it had the first time, with
the addition of Kelly - who surprised him by giving him a hug and kiss on
the cheek before wishing him well.
When we got back to my place, Jan didn't hesitate to move her little bit of
luggage into the second bedroom, and get herself set up there.
That night, things went along pretty quietly - supper, a little television,
and off to bed, since they had school the next day.
The next evening, I got home to find them both sitting on the bed in the
second (Jan's) bedroom, chatting. When I went in, they both jumped up, and
came over to give me a welcome home hug. I was feeling a bit pleased with
myself, having come up with a rather elegant solution to a problem I'd been
having with the design for a client. Not only would it save me a couple of
week's worth of installation labor, but was simpler and easier to expand, as
well. So I was quite willing to offer to take us out for dinner, if they
wanted. They most definitely did, and after a few minutes discussion, we
settled on going to a Chinese food place that I favored because it offered
_genuine_ Chinese food, versus the Americanized stuff most places dealt in.
Rather than fight the Friday evening rush, we decided to relax for a while
before heading out to eat. I went in to lie down on the bed while the two of
them discussed what they wanted to wear.
When it finally came time for us to leave, I changed clothes; when I stuck
my head in Jan's bedroom, I found that they'd changed, as well. Since we
were all ready, we headed out to dinner.
When we got there, they were surprised to find that the restaurant was
fairly small - only a dozen tables or so, well separated. When he saw me,
the owner greeted me in Chinese (Cantonese), and I replied, quickly
exhausting my limited knowledge of that language. It was enough, though, to
please him all over again, and he quickly had us seated, telling his
daughter - the waitress - to take good care of us.
After looking over the menu, and hearing the evenings special, we each made
our selections; the girls were quite ready to listen to my advice after I
explained to them that real Chinese food wasn't anything like what they were
used to. I went with shark fin soup and a couple of other smaller dishes,
while the girls played it safe by ordering more conventional dishes.
We sat there, sipping tea and nibbling crackers, until the food arrived. I
quickly had my chopsticks ready; the girls seemed baffled by them, until the
owner's daughter came by and gave them a lesson in Chopsticks 101. After
that, things went along a bit better - and even more so when they realized
that it was not only okay, but expected, that they hold the small dishes
under their mouths to help the process.
When we'd finished, we sat there a bit, drinking tea and nibbling on the
sweetened rice cookies that the owner had brought over, and just letting the
meal settle. The girls were discussing the differences between what they'd
just had, and what they were used to; I was content to simply sit and watch
and listen to them. So I was surprised when Jan finally turned to me, and
said "Uncle Dan, I've got a question I'd like to ask. Well, actually, it's
more like a favor."
"What's that, Jan?"
"Um, well, I'd kind of like to have another sleepover."
It took me a few seconds to realize where she wanted to have it. I looked at
Kelly, then Jan, and said "And you want to have it at our place?"
They both nodded, before Kelly spoke up, saying, "The sleepover was Jan's
idea, but it was me that suggested having at our house. Paul and the boys
probably wouldn't tell us no, but we wanted someplace where we could all,
you know, *relax*, and I didn't think you would mind. But I wanted to make
sure and ask about it before we got too far with it."
"No, I don't think I'd mind, as long as I have someplace to escape to, if it
gets to be too much. Sure, I don't see any problem with it. When did you
want to do it?" I replied.
Jan said, "We were kind of thinking the Friday or Saturday after
Thanksgiving, if that's okay."
"That's fine. Okay, go ahead and get it going, then. Who are you going to
invite? Or should I ask, how many?"
"Actually, it was just going to be the other girls that were at the other
sleepover, you know, when you judged the nightgowns. Except for the nosy
ones, of course!" Kelly answered, giggling a bit.
"Yeah! I don't think they want to get anywhere *near* you, anyway, Uncle
Dan! 'Specially Mary Alice and Kathy; even though they've quit being so
nosy, they *still* don't give us any trouble." Jan added, with a giggle of
her own.
"So that leaves, what? four of them, plus you two?" - they nodded - "I guess
I can handle that - for a while, anyway.", I said, with a smile.
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that a couple of other groups had
shown up, and were waiting for tables. Knowing that the owner would never
say anything, I suggested to the girls that we leave so that the other
customers could get their meals. They readily agreed, and we made our way to
the door after I left enough money to cover the check and a tip on the
table.
Back home, they headed into the second bedroom to talk as we all changed
clothes. Once back into the family room, they decided that they wanted to
watch videos they'd gotten from one of their friends. I was definitely NOT
expecting that the videos would be X-rated.
The first one was a plain-vanilla adult porn movie, involving guys having as
much sex with as many women as they could. While it was rewinding, Kelly got
up and went into the bedroom, coming back out dressed only in panties. Jan
and I looked at each other, and shrugged, then each heading back to the
bedrooms to make our own 'changes'. When we got back into the living room,
we found that Kelly had laid a blanket on the floor in front of the couch,
and moved the couch cushions down so that they formed a backrest. Gesturing,
she indicated that she wanted me to sit next to her, with Jan on my other
side.
Once we were all situated, she started the second movie. As it played, I
noticed that it wasn't just a porno. Rather, it actually had something
resembling a plot; and more than that, it featured more than the usual
amount of lesbian action, though still primarily a hetero sex movie. As much
as it was affecting me, I could see from the way their nipples protruded
that it was having an impact on them, too. I also noticed more than a couple
of glanced between them, even though each had one of my arms around them,
playing with their breasts. Each had a hand on my leg, caressing my thighs,
as well - keeping me in a nearly constant state of semi-erectness.
By the end of the second movie, there was most definitely the scent of
aroused female in the air - actually, two of them. And the tenting in my
briefs gave proof of an aroused male, as well.
As the movie rewound, Kelly got up and simply dropped her panties, kicking
them from where they'd pooled around her feet toward the hall leading back
to the bedrooms. Looking down at us, she raised an eyebrow in question. Jan
and I answered by following her example, and taking off the last of our
minimal clothing, though doing it while still laying on the floor, and
simply throwing it in the same general direction.
Satisfied that there wasn't anything to slow us down, Kelly sat down again
after switching out the movies, and settled in, started the last of the
stack I saw on the VCR.
The last movie started out with a lesbian scene - and like most men, the
sight had its effect on me. It also seemed to have an impact on Jan and
Kelly, too: once again, the scent of lusty woman wafted in the air, and the
pointed tips of their breasts gave evidence of their arousal.
At the first heterosexual contact in the movie, Kelly gently nudged me to
twist around a bit, so I was nearly facing Jan. Once I was situated to her
approval, she swung herself over to sit on my lap, 'trapping' my erect penis
against her mons. She then took my hands, pulled them up to cup her breasts,
and gave them a little squeeze, indicating what she wanted me to do. In
taking my hands, she'd pulled one of them away from Jan; to my - and Jan's!
- utter surprise, she replaced it with one of HER hands, placing it squarely
over Jan's breast, leaving the nipple to peek through between her fingers.
At first, she didn't do anything, other than to hold Jan's breast while I
squeezed and caressed hers; but as the movie went on, and as all of us
gradually got comfortable with the situation, she began softly squeezing
Jan's breast, and playing with the nipple - which, to my surprise, got
longer and harder. When the next lesbian scene started, I was surprised to
feel another hand on top of mine; when I looked, I saw that it was Jan's.
When I looked at her, she smiled, and gave my hand a small nudge. Figuring
'what the hell', I released my hold on Kelly's breast, and felt it as Jan's
hand slid under mine, replacing it. I used the newly freed appendage to
start caressing her hip and ass and side. It took a couple moments, but
Kelly finally did notice that there were 3 hands on her; when she looked and
saw that one of them on her breast was Jan's, she smiled at Jan, and leaned
over to kiss her full on the lips. Jan seemed agreeable to it, and the kiss
lasted longer than I'd have thought it would - when it finally broke, both
were panting slightly, and I could see from the way their lips glistened
that it had been more than passingly friendly.
After that kiss, neither of them hesitated to touch or kiss each other,
though neither made any moves toward more intimate contact. That didn't stop
them from touching themselves, though: spreading her legs, Jan soon had a
hand at her crotch, rubbing her clitoris, and dipping a finger into her
vaginal entrance, while Kelly busied herself with her own clit, and rocked
herself against my fully erect member. As she did, her inner lips gradually
spread, allowing her feminine oils to ooze out, and coat my erection as she
moved. When she finally couldn't stand it any more, Kelly raised herself up,
grabbed my erection, and held it steady as she lowered herself onto it until
she was again firmly planted on my lap, my hardness buried in her.
With Jan's hand on her breast, Kelly didn't seem to feel the need to have me
moving inside her; in fact, all she did was to settle herself down as far as
she could, and then lean back a bit so she could use her own hand to play
with her clitoris, slowly rubbing it in small circles. While she was doing
that, her eyes never left Jan - or, more correctly, the sight of Jan busily
stimulating and satisfying herself. When I looked over, I could see that
Jan's eyes were locked on the junction of Kelly's crotch and hand, as well.
Over the next few minutes, it became apparent that they were feeding off
each other - each becoming more and more aroused by the sight the other
presented. I was content to experience the involuntary flutters and
squeezings from Kelly's vagina as she became progressively more stimulated.
Too, I was afraid to disturb the flow of energy between them - the only time
I moved was when Jan used her free hand to reach over and pull my arm around
her, so that my hand was over her breast, leaving me free to caress and
squeeze it, and pull and tease the nipple and areola as she manipulated the
other one. Both of them were flushed with arousal, and emitting low moans
and gasps as they continued their activities; Jan was a bit more vocal about
how she felt, making Kelly and I both well aware of how aroused she was, and
what she wanted. But I knew Kelly better than Jan, and could tell that she
was quickly approaching her release - and to help her reach it, I began
squeezing her breast harder, and pinching her nipple quite firmly as I
pulled on it. In only a couple of minutes, I could *see* as she peaked, and
applied a constant pressure on the areola and nipple I held as she all but
screamed out her release.
The sight and sound of it was apparently enough to trigger Jan, as well; she
quickly stuffed a couple of fingers inside herself and pressed on her
clitoris as it hit her. As it did, I squeezed her breast firmly, and started
a milking motion with a couple of my fingers - moving from about the middle
of her breast out to the nipple, which I pulled on, making it protrude even
more. Even during their orgasms, they seemed to feed off each other - a
spasm in Kelly was followed by one in Jan was followed by one in Kelly was
followed by one in Jan, and so on. I was truly amazed at how long they were
able to keep it going - as well as the sensations that Kelly was generating
around my penis.
Finally, their orgasms tapered off, though they continued to maintain their
physical contact with each other. We all sat there for a few minutes before
Kelly spoke up, saying, "You didn't climax, did you, Dan?"
At that, Jan turned to look at me, too, surprised and - to my slight
amusement - concerned, saying, "You didn't?"
I smiled at them, and said, "It's okay. You two seemed to be on the same
wavelength, and I didn't want to mess it up. Don't worry about it, I'm sure
I'll get my turn sooner or later."
Jan looked mildly embarrassed, while Kelly got a mock-indignant look on her
face before saying "Well, if *I* have anything to say about it - and I *DO*!
- It'll be sooner!" With that, she eased herself up off my still-erect
penis, and started scooting herself down my legs. Jan quickly piped up with
"Me, too!". As Kelly leaned forward to bring her face close to my
still-glistening member, Jan twisted around to join her, so that both of
them were eye-to-eye-to-eye as it were. They looked at each other, and
without words, reached an agreement: it was Jan who first took me into her
mouth - and getting herself a taste of Kelly's sex, as well. Tentatively at
first - and her eyes locked with Kelly's - Jan took more of me in, and
applied herself to cleaning Kelly's juices off me. After a minute or so, she
released me, allowing Kelly a turn - which Kelly took, but only after
pausing long enough to give Jan a kiss - full on the lips. Kelly, too,
limited herself to only a minute or so before relinquishing control over me
back to Jan; again, there was a transfer of power via kiss (a longer one
this time, with a little tongue action tossed in). Back and forth they went,
taking turns keeping me aroused and slowly drawing me toward release, and
gradually becoming more and more bold and overtly intimate with each other:
whichever one of them had their attention on me would be the target of the
ministrations of the other. It started when Kelly began caressing Jan's
breasts and nipples, a favor that Jan didn't hesitate to return. From there,
it escalated to Kelly caressing Jan's thighs, which Jan was slower to
reciprocate, then Kelly directly touching Jan's mons, and ultimately,
caressing her clitoris and even sliding a finger inside Jan's vagina. Jan
was initially slow to respond to Kelly's advances - but respond she did,
eventually moving herself around to not only make it easier for Kelly to
reach her, but making it easier for her to reach Kelly, as well.
All of this wasn't lost on me - quite the opposite, in fact: I delighted in
watching the two of them please each other as they attended to me. It wasn't
long before I could feel the first stirrings of my release; it was Kelly,
with her greater experience with me, that noticed it first. She didn't
hesitate to tell Jan, and even suggested that it be Jan that take me inside,
since she (Kelly) had already had an orgasm with me. Jan looked doubtful,
but it didn't take much convincing by Kelly before Jan sat up and moved over
me. To Jan's and my surprise, it was Kelly that took me in her hand, holding
me in position at the entrance to Jan's vagina. More surprising, when Jan
started to settle herself onto my lap, Kelly kept her hand in place, even
holding Jan open slightly so that I could enter her more quickly and easily.
After Jan had settled into my lap, and as we were savoring the sensation of
being joined, Kelly moved up behind Jan, and cupped her breasts, squeezing
them and pinching the nipples. When Jan turned her head to look at Kelly,
Kelly seized the chance to kiss Jan again, and in only a few moments, they
were engaged in a deep, passionate tongue duel.
When their kiss finally ended, Jan turned back to me, and leaned forward,
putting her hands on my chest for stability as she started moving herself -
slowly at first - up and down on my erection. As she did that, Kelly moved
from behind her, and toward my head, eventually settling herself over my
face, where I could apply my tongue to the glistening lips she was baring to
me, and licking up the oily secretions that were starting to trickle down
the insides of her thighs. Kelly, too, leaned forward slightly, putting a
single hand on my hip so that she could use the other to caress her own,
then Jan's, breast. As Jan's motions on me increased in speed, Kelly leaned
forward even farther, placing her lips on the tip of one of Jan's firm,
bouncing globes, sucking on the nipple and areola. After only a moment's
hesitation, Jan responded by raising a hand to one of Kelly's breasts,
cupping it and playing with the nipple as she leaned over to start kissing
Kelly's neck and shoulder.
As for me, I was as near to heaven as I ever expect to get: a hot, tight
vagina wrapped around my hardness, sliding up and down on it in a rhythm as
old as time; a mouthful of wet, fresh teenage female, and a double handful
of firm, smooth teenage ass. What more could _any_ man want?
As the three of us became more and more excited, and got closer to our
respective climaxes, the activity - and tempo - increased. I could tell that
what Kelly and Jan were doing to each other was having it's effect on them:
Jan was all but slamming herself down onto me, forcing as much of my
erection into herself as she could possibly manage - and even then, at the
bottom of each downward motion, she would move her hips in circles, rubbing
her clitoris against my pubic bone. For her part, Kelly was as wet as I'd
ever seen (well, tasted -- I had a limited view of things!), with her
vaginal lips clasping at my tongue each time I slid it between them, or
pressed it into her female opening; and her clitoris was fully exposed and
felt as large as a marble to my attentive tongue and lips.
As all good things must, though, this experience came to an end: my
attention to Kelly (a self-defense measure to keep the sensations Jan was
creating from pushing me over the edge) finally tripped her into her orgasm:
releasing her liplock on Jan's nipple, she sat up and pressed herself down
onto my face as I sucked on her clitoris in a rapid, fluttering rhythm that
seemed to merge with her spasms. As her orgasm ended, Kelly allowed herself
to relax, and after raising her leg so as not to knee me in the head, lay
down next to where Jan and I were still coupled.
Without the distraction of Kelly's attentions, Jan was free to focus on what
sensations she was feeling where the two of us were joined - and it didn't
take her but a minute or so after Kelly's release for Jan to have her own
orgasm - pressing herself down on me, I thought the milking action of her
vaginal muscles was going to pull my balls in, as well. The incredibly tight
clasping of her internal muscles, along with the rhythm of their clenching,
was finally enough to push me over the edge, as well: I fired shot after
shot of hot semen deep into her womanhood in what certainly felt like a
single continuous jet of release.
By the time Jan and I finished our respective climaxes, Kelly had gotten her
breath back, and recovered. At least, recovered enough that when Jan finally
raised herself up to allow my shrinking penis to pull free, Kelly was there
to help ease her onto her back - and after only a moments hesitation, move
down to begin licking at Jan's distended vaginal lips, noisily slurping up
our combined juices as they trickled out of Jan's womanhood. Of course, this
had a salutary effect on Jan's libido, and it wasn't long before I could
hear her breathing quicken again, and hear her emit small moans and gasps of
arousal. After a couple of minutes, she managed to draw enough breath to
gasp out "You, too! I want to do you, too!" - an request that Kelly didn't
hesitate to grant by twisting herself around so that her knees were on each
side of Jan's head, putting them in the classic '69' position, with me
looking into the vee of Jan's crotch, where I could intermittently see
Kelly's tongue working over Jan's most intimate area.
Whether it was enthusiasm or pure native talent, I don't know, but it didn't
take long for Jan to have Kelly in pretty much the same state of excitement
as she was - amid the wet slurping sounds, I could hear both of them moaning
and gasping and groaning from each other's attentions. To my surprise, it
went on for nearly half an hour, each of them having a number of small, but
progressively stronger, orgasms. The sights and sounds and smell of their
mutual pleasure began to have an effect on me, as well. Much sooner than I
had any right to expect or wish for, I found myself getting hard again.
After a couple more minutes, Kelly happened to look up and see the effect
they were having on me, saying "Good! I need that! NOW!", before returning
her attentions to Jan.
It wasn't much of an invitation - but enough of one that I didn't hesitate
(!!) to move myself around so that I was behind Kelly, somewhat straddling
Jan's head. I looked down into her eyes, and saw that she was more than
agreeable to be a part of what I was about to do. Taking hold of Kelly's
hips, I held them still as Jan used her hands to gently hold Kelly's vaginal
lips apart for me - but only after she'd pulled my erection down far enough
to apply a liberal coating of her saliva to it, lubricating it for my entry.
As I positioned my erection near Kelly's entrance, I felt Jan use her tongue
to guide me into position - a highly erotic, if helpful, action I will
always remember.
Once I was firmly planted at Kelly's opening, I pressed myself forward,
savoring both the sensation of her hot, wet vagina surrounding my member,
but the feeling of Jan's tongue as it ran down the length of me in the
process. Only when I was fully buried in Kelly, my balls resting against her
mons, did Jan move her tongue from my penis back to Kelly's clitoris - and
as she attended to Kelly's button, she couldn't help but brush against my
dangling scrotum.
After a few moments, I slowly withdrew from Kelly, until just the very tip
of my woman-oiled erection was still inside her. Jan detoured from her
attentions to Kelly long enough to give me a few massaging licks along the
underside of the glans, arousing me mightily, before again taking Kelly's
clitoris between her lips and allowing me to again slowly bury myself in
Kelly.
As I started to pull out of Kelly the second time, she raised her head, and
after drawing a shaky breath, told me "Just *do* me! Hard!"
Always willing to try to comply with a lady's wishes, I did.
After perhaps a minute and a half of raw, uninhibited, unbridled _fucking_,
Kelly again raised her head from Jan's crotch long enough to say "It's not
enough - I need *more*. Dan, use my butt. Jan doesn't have enough room."
I dipped a finger down to collect some of the copious lubrication from where
we were joined, and applied it to her anus. Several times I repeated this as
I continued to stroke in and out of her, until I was satisfied that there
was enough for me to enter her back passage without hurting her. After one
final, hard thrust, I pull free of her, and moved my hands to her ass
cheeks. Pulling them apart gently, I exposed her rectum to view, and
positioned myself against it. Pressing forward slightly, I was surprised at
the ease with which she opened up - apparently, she was quite ready for
this. Pushing harder, it was only a few moments before the head of my
erection popped through the elastic ring of her anus; once inside her, it
was relatively easy to continue until I was as far inside as I could go -
and hear her moan of aroused satisfaction as I progressed.
As I paused to give her time to become fully adapted to the sensation, and
relax to it, I could feel Jan's short hair tickling my balls as she attended
to Kelly's other opening - licking and sucking on her vaginal lips, probing
her vaginal entrance with her tongue, and even nibbling on Kelly's clitoris
with her lips - with an occasional side trip to lick my scrotum, or suck on
one of my balls.
After a bit, Kelly moved forward a bit, indicating that she was comfortable
with my presence in her ass, and ready for me to start moving - which I did.
Slowly at first, to make sure that the juices I'd transferred were well
distributed and that she was relaxed; then on to more rapid movement in her
nether hole. As my tempo increased, so did the volume and frequency of
Kelly's moans - as well as Jan's. Whether it was me, Jan, or a combination
of both, Kelly began to have a series of orgasms. Orgasms that seemed to
transfer to Jan by a process of osmosis, because every time one hit Kelly, I
would hear Jan begin to climax, as well. I didn't know what Kelly was doing
to Jan, but I damned well wanted to find out!
Between the sight of my glistening erection appearing and disappearing
between Kelly's firm ass cheeks, the sounds of their activities and
near-constant orgasms, and the powerful scent of their arousal, I had more
than enough stimulation. In only a few minutes, I could feel the stirrings
of climax in my penis and balls; try as I might, and I *did* try, there
wasn't a damn thing I could do to stop the process. Not much later, I could
feel the first jet of semen as it left my balls and made it's way toward
where my penis was buried in Kelly's hot bowels, and then blast out the end,
coating her insides with my juice.
When I finally began to soften, I carefully pulled myself free of Kelly, and
moved around to lean against the couch as I watched the two of them continue
pleasing each other.
With me out of the way, they moved a bit, so that they had easier and closer
access to each other's sex; an access and convenience that they quickly took
advantage of. I couldn't help but marvel at, and envy, the ease and
frequency that they were able to orgasm. They'd been at it for over half an
hour before I joined them again, and it was nearly 45 minutes before they
finally allowed themselves to separate - Kelly rolling over to lay on her
back, as she and Jan both gasped for breath and went through an occasional
post-orgasmic shudder.
Taking pity on them, I got up and went to the bathroom, where I cleaned off
my penis before wetting a cloth to take back into the den with me. Once I
got back, I saw that Jan had moved around so that she and Kelly were side by
side, though neither seemed to have the energy to do anything more than
simply lay there and stare into each other's eyes.
I waited until they noticed me, and offered them the damp cloth; both
nodded, and I handed it to Jan, since she seemed to have the most energy of
the two. After she took it, I went into the kitchen to get us all a light
snack and some drinks; when I returned, I found that they'd managed to move
themselves so they were leaning against the couch - though neither seemed
particularly enthusiastic about doing anything more than simply breathing as
they held hands. Both perked up a bit when they saw that I'd brought
refreshment, and they moved away from each other a bit, making room for me
between them. I sat down with the tray on my lap, and they quickly moved
next to me, leaning against me as much as they were against the couch. With
the food and drinks in easy range, both took a glass of orange juice and
muffin from the tray. After a few bites and half a glass of juice each, they
were eventually able to talk more-or-less coherently.
"Wow!" was what Jan had to say, with a small blush.
"You betcha." Kelly agreed, pinking up a bit herself.
Jan looked up into my face, and with a slightly concerned look, asked, "You
didn't mind? That we, uh, you know?"
With the question out in the open like that, Kelly looked at me, as well,
I looked down at each of them, and smiled, saying "What, that you made love
with each other?"
Both nodded, still looking concerned.
"No, I don't mind. I think I've told both of you, at one time or another,
that I don't think that there's anything wrong with two people of the same
sex making love with each other, as long as they both agree to it. Both of
you agreed to it, and unless I miss my guess, both of you enjoyed it, so,
no, I don't have any problem with it." I responded.
At the suggestion that they seemed to enjoy it, both of them blushed
furiously, and wouldn't look into my eyes. I gently put my hands under their
chins, and raised their heads so that I could look into each pair of eyes in
turn before telling them "You enjoyed it. It felt good. Both of you agreed
to it. That's _all_ that's important. Now that you've tried it, would either
one of you ONLY want to make love with another woman?" - both shook their
heads - "Then there's nothing to be concerned about. You prefer guys, but
you can _accept_ other girls. Instead of making love with a guy, or
masturbating, you've simply added another choice to how to give and receive
sexual pleasure."
Kelly spoke up, saying "Then you're not mad or jealous or anything?"
"No, why would I be?" I asked, surprised.
"Well, uh, when we were with each other, we weren't, you know, with YOU."
Jan offered.
"Yeah, so?"
"I just thought you might be, you know, jealous or something that you were
being left out." Kelly said.
"Why should I be jealous? Kelly, you know how much I love you. Jan, the same
thing goes for you, too - I love you, too, even if it's in a different way.
Why should I be upset if the two women I love most in the world find
happiness and comfort with each other? Kelly, are you jealous when I'm with
Jan?" - "No, of course not." - "And Jan, are you jealous when I'm with
Kelly?" - "You know I'm not!" - "Then why should I be bothered if YOU TWO
are together?"
I went on by saying "You two have known each other for a long time, right?
And you like each other, right?"
Both nodded.
I continued, "Then it might be fair to say that before tonight, you even
loved each other?"
Again, nods.
"Then all you've done has been to find another way to express the love that
you have for each other. And, I might point out, a love that you had for
each other before either of you became involved with me - as in, what you
have now started BEFORE me. So, the same way that each of you has something
with me that is separate from the other one, YOU TWO have something that is
separate from ME. I love each of you, alone, so I don't see any reason not
to love you when you're together. Okay?"
Both teared up a bit at that, and hugged me fiercely before laying back
against the couch. When they'd finished their juice, and I'd put the tray
aside, they didn't hesitate to hold hands again - this time across my belly
- as I held each of them in an arm.
After a while, we realized that not only had the last movie ended, but that
it had gotten rather late. As we got up, they seemed a bit nervous and
hesitant. I suggested "I know that tonight was something new for both of
you. If you want to talk it over, or maybe explore it a little more, that's
fine with me - go ahead and go to bed together if you want. Sleep, make
love, talk, do whatever you want, and I'll see you in the morning."
At that, both looked slightly guilty, but didn't hesitate to hug me and give
me some bodacious goodnight kisses before we separated to go to bed - them
in Jan's bedroom, me in mine.
They woke me up a couple of times during the night, but I easily went back
to sleep again.
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I woke up the next morning with the two of them cuddled up next to me, and
the smell of musk in my nose. Turning my head, I could smell each of them on
the other, and could only imagine the fun they'd had exploring and
discovering the different kinds of joy they could have with each other.
I managed to get loose without waking them, and made it to the bathroom for
the usual early morning ritual. As I was heading back to bed, Mabel popped
up, asking me if I was ready for coffee. I told her to cancel, and had just
gotten settled back between Jan and Kelly when Kelly's eyes opened up. She
smiled at me, snuggled closer, murmured something, and drifted off again.
A while later, I woke up to see Jan watching me as I was sleeping. Seeing
that I was awake, she gave me a light-up-the-world smile, and said "Good
morning, Uncle Dan. Thanks for last night."
"My pleasure", I assured her.
She snuggled closer to me, and reached up to put her hand on top of Kelly's,
where it lay on my chest. I have to admit, if there's a better way to wake
up in the morning than being bracketed by a pair of nubile young women, I
have yet to find it. We lay there like that for a while, not moving, until
Kelly finally stirred, and opened her eyes to see us looking at her. She
blushed a little, and asked us "What are you two looking at?"
Jan spoke first, saying "My best friend in the whole world, and my favorite
woman lover." followed closely by me saying "The woman that makes me happier
than I ever knew I could be."
Kelly snorted, saying "Hmmmph. I think both of you need to see a
psychiatrist - you're obviously delusional. I'm tired, I'm a mess, and
unless I'm mistaken, I smell."
At that last part, Jan blushed, and said, "Yeah, well, I smell, too - but
you don't hear ME complaining!" with a laugh.
Kelly laughed, too, and answered "I'm not complaining - God! Am I not
complaining! I'm just making an observation, is all."
I snickered, and pointed out "Yeah, both of you *do* smell - but
delightfully so. Reminds me of something, but I'm not quite sure what it
is..."
That gave both of them a fit of giggles, before Kelly spoke up again "Yeah,
well, if you can't remember last night, then maybe we'll have to give you a
little reminder to freshen your memory!"
I laughed, and replied "Uh-huh. And what is it you want to freshen again? My
memory, or the smell?" teasing them.
Jan jumped in with "Either. Both. Hell, I don't care!" making Kelly and I
both laugh, before she sat up (letting the bedcovers fall off in a *most*
appealing way), and moved over to lay on top of me before giving me, then
Kelly, a most enthusiastic good-morning kiss.
With no indication that Jan had any plans to move, Kelly pushed the covers
off, and sat up, as well - exposing her breasts, which Jan was quick to take
advantage of by latching onto a nipple with her mouth. That raised her far
enough off me that I was able to do pretty much the same thing to her. Kelly
didn't hesitate to reach out to Jan's crotch, and begin caressing her mons,
with side trips to my now-semi-erect penis.
It was a bit of a reach for her, and after a few moments, she moved out of
Jan's range, causing Jan to return her attention to me: scooting down a bit,
she got herself face to face with me, and the two of us began kissing each
others faces and necks and shoulders.
With Jan's mons now so close to my nearly erect penis, Kelly apparently
decided to 'prime the pump' so to speak by licking Jan's labia a few times
before taking me into her mouth and sucking on me. Back and forth she went
between us, getting both Jan and I more and more aroused. When she tasted
the drops of pre-cum on the end of my penis, Kelly knew that I was ready;
using her hand, she held me in position as she used the other to gently
direct Jan back, guiding me into Jan's womanly flower. As she felt me
entering her, Jan moaned, but kept her backwards movement slow, taking her
time to fill herself with my hardness - and savoring the oral attentions she
was now getting from Kelly. When we were fully joined, Jan sat up, so that
she was resting on my thighs; Kelly quickly assumed a similar position
behind her, and reached around Jan to cup her breasts and play with her
nipples while Jan moved a hand between them so she could touch and play with
Kelly's labia and clitoris while she slowly hunched herself up and down on
my hard, slickened penis.
After a few minutes, I heard Jan gasp, "I want to taste you!" and Kelly's
answering moan of agreement.
A moments thought, and I came up with a way to let them have their wish.
Holding Jan's hips, I slowly raised myself to a sitting position, and then
steadied Jan as she laid down on her back on the bed. Getting my legs under
me, I was able to continue thrusting into Jan, while making room for Kelly,
who quickly positioned herself over Jan's face. As Jan started to lick and
suck at Kelly's labia and clitoris, Jan reached down to resume her hold -
and attentions - on Jan's breasts, Jan kept one hand between Kelly's thighs,
holding her open; with the other, she reached up to start playing with one
of Kelly's nipples. It soon became obvious that they'd done a bit of
practicing on each other when, in just a couple of minutes, Kelly had the
first of several small orgasms, thanks to Jan's attentions.
Being able to see what Jan was doing to Kelly, and the effect it was having,
had it's own effect on ME - I felt like I could go on making love to Jan
forever, savoring the hot, wet, tightness of her womanhood as I watched her
satisfy another woman. Wanting to show Kelly my love, too, I leaned forward
a bit, so that I could hold and squeeze the breast the Jan had left for me
while Kelly and I kissed passionately. With the three of us forming a nearly
perfect triangle, Kelly was able - barely - to reach where Jan and I were
joined, and began using her hand to rub and caress Jan's clitoris in
counterpoint to my pistoning. It didn't take long before Jan orgasmed around
my penis, and began applying herself to returning the favor to Kelly.
We continued like that for quite some time - Kelly and I giving Jan orgasms,
then Jan and I giving one to Kelly; each one of them having stronger and
stronger climaxes as they reciprocated their pleasure. At one point, Jan
paused long enough to say "Uncle Dan! I want to watch you make love to Kelly
like this. Kelly, let's switch, okay?" Kelly quickly agreed, and after I
completely pulled free of Jan's womanhood, change places they did - Kelly on
her back in front of me, with Jan straddling her face. Kelly was more than
wet enough to take my erect - and shiny with Jan's juices - member into her
on the first thrust, letting me fill her completely from the first stroke.
Jan's face was slick with Kelly's lubrication, and the taste and smell I got
when we kissed was most erotic: there I was, kissing a young girl who
smelled and tasted like the girl I was making love to, and was in turn,
being pleasured by that same girl.
With the brief pause while the two of them changed places, I was able to
gain a bit of control again, so that I didn't feel any particular need to
have my climax any time soon - I was able to devote myself to pleasing Kelly
and Jan, without worrying about climaxing too soon. It didn't take long
before Kelly was able to reciprocate the pleasure she'd gotten from Jan, and
Jan was more than happy to kiss me and have me caress her as she used her
hand to do to Kelly what Kelly had done to her. In short order, Kelly had a
powerful climax, and not long after that, was able to give Jan one, as well.
Again, we got into the cycle of two of us pleasing first one of them, then
the other; and again, the frequency and strength of the climaxes escalated.
Finally, though, there came the point where Jan had a fairly powerful orgasm
that left her nearly limp for several moments. When she recovered, she
reached down to not only play with Kelly, but to start caressing and playing
with my balls. The added stimulation was more than enough to start my
climax, causing me to fire jet after jet of semen into Kelly's womb.
When I finally pulled my deflating penis out of Kelly, Jan quickly leaned
all the way over to take it into her mouth, gently sucking the last of my
semen out, and cleaning it of Kelly's juices. As I laid back, she didn't
hesitate to put her mouth where my erection had just been, sucking on
Kelly's clitoris, and licking my semen up as it leaked out of Kelly's
vagina. Whether it was the sensation, or the though of what Jan was doing, I
don't know; all I'm sure of is that it was enough to trigger Kelly into a
surprisingly powerful orgasm, her thighs clamping down on Jan's head as
spasm after spasm raced through her as she keened her pleasure.
Only after Kelly collapsed, her thighs falling open, was Jan able to move
her head out of Kelly's crotch, and roll over to lie down next to her.
I moved up to make sure that Kelly was okay, and when she saw me, all she
could do was smile and pant as she caught her breath. She did manage to gasp
out "cuddle"; I understood her to mean that she wanted to cuddle not just
with me, but Jan, as well. With the little help she was able to provide, I
managed to get her to sit up enough to be able to turn around so I could lay
her back down next to Jan, and then lay next to her on my side, my arm
across her body. Jan quickly assumed a similar position on the other side,
and Kelly was able to put an arm around both of us.
We lay there like that for several minutes, catching our breath and simply
savoring the closeness and love we felt for each other, before Jan spoke up,
saying "As nice as this is, I really think we need to get out of bed and
clean up. Kelly was right - we DO smell - fresher this time, but still
smelly."
Kelly grinned, and said, "Yeah, I suppose. Dan, do you think three of us
will fit in the shower?"
I laughed, and said, "Well, it might be a little close, but that doesn't
seem to have been much of a problem yet!" making both of them giggle.
We laid there a few minutes longer, savoring the intimacy and exchanging
small talk before we were all sufficiently motivated to actually _get up_.
Finally, though, we made our way into the bathroom, where we enjoyed a
slippery, fun cleanup.
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Once we'd all gotten dressed and had breakfast, we moved into the den where
I started some Rachmaninoff on the stereo and picked up a book that I'd been
meaning to read; Kelly and Jan bunched up near the fireplace and began
making plans for the sleepover I'd agreed to.
I'd gotten a couple chapters done when the girls came over to stand in front
of where I way lying on the couch. I noted where I was, and put the book
down, looking at them.
Jan started things by asking me "Uncle Dan, what are the rules for the
sleepover?"
"What do you mean?" I asked.
Here, Kelly joined in, "Well, you said that as long as you had someplace to
escape to, you didn't mind having them over here; what part of the house is
off-limits for them?"
I thought about that one for a bit, and finally said "Well, I suppose that
my office is out of bounds for all of them. There's always something for me
to do in there, so if it gets a little rowdy, that's where I'll go."
"Anyplace else?" Jan asked.
Not much of a question, but enough to fire up my radar.
"That depends. What are you two thinking - or should I say, planning?" I
queried.
They looked at each other for a moment before Kelly said, "Uh, well, all of
them know that I'm living with you and that we make love and everything."
I said "Yeah, and.?"
Jan spoke up, saying, "Well, they know that you're the one that took my
virginity, too. And they're, uh, curious about you and me and Kelly."
I'm not happy with where this is heading, but need to know if I'm being
paranoid: "Okay, so they're curious. What about it?"
"Um, they've all said something about wishing that they had someone to help
them learn about boys and girls like Kelly and I have", Jan offered.
"And what does that have to do with me? And more particularly, where they
can go in the house?"
"Uh, some of them _might_ want to have you, um, teach them." from Kelly.
"Not *everything*, like you did with us, but almost certainly everything
before that; you know, like anatomy and orgasms, and such," Jan added.
"I think one or two might be ready for more, too." from Kelly.
Wonderful. Take the bull by the tail, and look squarely into your future.
By now, I know these two well enough to know that they've pretty much got
this planned out, and have thought it through pretty well. But I'm not going
down - so to speak - without a fight.
"Yeah, so?" I ask, to force them to come right out and tell me what's on
their minds.
"So we want to know if you're willing to teach them, like you taught us."
Kelly said.
"Why should I? I'm more than happy with the two of you; if *any* of those
girls decides she doesn't like me for some reason, she could tell the police
or her parents and my happy ass would be so far in jail I'd have to buy
canned daylight; and the kind of lessons that I gave you two were _personal_
- as in just the two of us. Worst case, there's ONE of me, and FOUR of them
- what am I supposed to do, hold classes? Even if only ONE of them is
interested enough to follow up on it, either we're going to have an
audience, or the rest are going to notice our absence. How am I supposed to
know what _four_ of them want, when I have a hard enough time keeping up
with you two individually? What am I supposed to do if three of them are
interested but the fourth isn't - and not only isn't interested, but
actually objects to it?"
"We've already figured that out, Uncle Dan", Jan replied, followed by Kelly
saying "Yeah. We've already talked about it with them a little - don't
worry, we didn't make any promises or anything! - And they all understand
that they can participate or not; that it's an individual choice. If anyone
doesn't want to join in, either Jan or I, or even both of us, will go
somewhere else with them so they don't have to watch or anything."
Jan spoke up again, saying "We know that they're all going to be nervous at
first, and Kelly and I have figured out a way to help them relax about
having you there. They're our friends, and we know what they're like, so we
can let you know what to do when, to make it easier for them. "
"Yeah. And it's not like we're trying to *make* any of them and you _do_
anything; we just want to know if you're willing to teach them like you've
taught us, IF they want it. We still just want to have a sleepover; Jan and
I just want to know if you're willing to let it be MORE than that, IF the
other girls want it to. If you're not, then that's the end of it; but if you
ARE willing, then Jan and I can take care of the rest of it." Kelly
concluded.
"We can take care of the - what do you call it? - logistics of it, and
handle the details, and keep everyone comfortable and all that, _if_ you
agree to it. There won't be any pushing anyone into anything they're not
ready for or willing to do, and all of them understand that anything she
does is up to her. If you're willing, then we make it absolutely clear to
them that you are simply _there_, and available to them, but that you are
NOT going to make any first moves - how fast and how far things go is up to
_them_, and no one else. If you don't agree, then yes, we'll be
disappointed, but we would still want to have a sleepover." Jan said.
Both of them knew me well enough by now that with that last statement by
Jan, they shut up about it and simply stood there and let me think it over -
they knew to make their case, without pushing it too hard, and then let me
work it out myself.
And to be fair to them, I did think it over. Hard. And long. Long enough, in
fact, that I could see them starting to get apprehensive before I finally
reached a decision.
"Okay, here's the deal." I finally said.
"I will agree to make myself 'available', as you put it, under the following
conditions. It is a package - if you don't agree to ALL of them, then
there's no deal. There's no negotiation, no compromises. Details can be
worked out, but the basic conditions still apply."
"First: my office is absolutely, positively off limits to ALL of you during
the sleepover. I've got to have _someplace_ to get away, if I need to. That
means that if I'm in the office, I am NOT to be disturbed unless the joint
catches fire or something."
"Second: if there are going to be any lessons, then you cover the basics -
like anatomy, as you put it - as a group. After that, if any of the girls
wants more, uh, personal attention, it's up to HER to make it absolutely
clear what she wants. You know how that works."
"Third: any personal attention a girl gets from me is just that - personal
attention, as in one-on-one. I don't want to sound like I'm flattering
myself, but I don't want any arguments or fights over who gets me when. It's
polite and friendly, or it doesn't happen."
"Fourth: when - not if - I get tired, I stop and take a rest. No bugging me,
no trying to jump-start me, or anything of the sort. When I feel ready, I'll
join in again, not before. There's one of me, with my male limitations, and
as many as six of you - I'm not going to kill myself trying to make all of
you happy at once."
"Fifth: when I get tired and sleepy, I'm going to bed. People can join me,
if they want, but it's not an invitation to an orgy."
"Sixth: if any of these girls _do_ decide they want 'more', as you put it,
then it happens in the bedroom, with the door closed for privacy - hers AND
mine. And that privacy is respected by *everyone* as a Do Not Disturb sign,
same as if I'm in my office."
"Last: I am most definitely not going to start groping these girls the
minute they come in the door; but I _am_ going to consider myself free to
touch them with the same degree of intimacy that they touch me. That means
that if one of them only wants to give me a kiss on the cheek, then that's
the most intimate I'll be with her; if another one wants to play with my
willy, she can expect that I'm going to feel free to touch her the same way,
no more, no less."
"Those are the conditions. Do you accept them, or not?"
They turned to look at each other; I could tell that I'd managed to throw a
monkey wrench into their plans - how much damage I'd done was a different
matter, though.
After a few moments, they turned back to me, and Kelly said, "Okay, we
accept the rules. It's more than we wanted, but not as bad as we thought it
would be. We'll change things around a bit, so that what you say, goes."
Jan followed up by saying "I know it's a lot to ask you, Uncle Dan, and I
really appreciate it."
With that settled, they each leaned down to give me a kiss before going back
over to the fireplace to continue their discussions as I went back to my
book.
A few hours later, feeling a little tired, I headed back toward the bedroom
to take a little nap. As I got close, I could hear the unmistakable sounds
of the two of them making love in Jan's room. As I got closer, I could see
that they'd left the door open, in apparent invitation; I paused for a
couple minutes to watch them, happy to see them giving each other such
pleasure and joy and love, before heading into the bedroom for my nap. I
closed the door almost all the way, but didn't latch it, so that the noise
of their lovemaking didn't disturb me, but letting them know that they were
welcome to join me when they finished.
That done, I lay down, and fell asleep in short order.
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When I woke up a couple hours later, I was still alone in bed - which
actually surprised me a bit.
When I went out into the hallway, though, I knew why: the door to Jan's room
was still open, and I could see that the two of them had apparently finally
run out of steam - they formed a tangled mess of arms and legs on the bed,
and the spicy/sweet musk of aroused female was almost thick enough to cut
with a knife. How I envied the enthusiasm and vigor of youth!
As I was looking in at them, Kelly opened her eyes, and saw me standing
there. She smiled, and gestured that she wanted me to come in.
I did, and as I sat down on the edge of the bed, Jan woke up, as well.
When I was settled in, both of them moved around a bit, so they were side by
side, looking up at me, smiles lighting up their faces.
Reaching out, I put a hand on Kelly's abdomen, about halfway between her
navel and the start of her pubic hair; it was Jan that reacted by moving a
hand up to cover mine.
"I see that you two have been able to keep each other amused while I was
asleep!" I teased.
To my surprise, both blushed slightly.
Making an exaggerated sniffing noise, I added "And I'll bet that you enjoyed
it, too." earning myself a pair of giggles.
Looking up at me, Kelly said, "Yeah, I guess we have; and did. But as fun as
it's been, I still prefer *you*!" stretching herself out to emphasize the
last part of her statement - and giving me a clear view of her breasts as
the nipples hardened under my gaze.
Jan saw it, too, and I could see as her own areolas puckered and hardened in
response, before she said "Me too! Kelly's nice, but you're more filling,
Uncle Dan!" making Kelly and I laugh at the joke.
Kelly reached out and put a hand on my leg, leaving it there for a moment
before sliding it up my leg to lay it over my inflating penis.
As she did that, Jan spoke up again, saying "Uncle Dan, why don't you take
off your clothes and join us? I think we'd both like to let you know how we
feel about you!" - earning a nod of agreement from Kelly.
I smiled, and when I started to get up, Kelly offered "Why don't you just
stay there, and let us take care of that for you?"
I had no more than agreed to their request than Kelly was on her knees,
facing me, and starting to undo the buttons on my shirt; Jan told Kelly "If
you get to do his shirt, then I get his pants, Okay?" and getting a nod in
return.
After she got the first couple of buttons loose, Kelly leaned forward, and
started kissing my shoulders and chest. After each button was released, and
she was able to open more of my shirt, her attentions moved down, so that as
she gained access to my skin, she covered it with a series of small, soft
kisses.
When all the buttons were done, she carefully removed my shirt, and with
ready access to my body, she hugged me and kissed me passionately before
easing me onto my back, then straddling my body so that her breasts were in
my face - inviting me to begin licking and sucking on them as she held my
head.
Once I was on my back, Jan quickly moved herself off the bed and onto the
floor, where she first removed my socks, then slid her hands up my legs and
then on to my belt, unfastening it. With Kelly straddling my body, her inner
lips were readily visible to Jan, who paused long enough to give them a few
licks before unsnapping my pants and lowering the zipper. When I felt her
hands on my hips, I raised the, so that she could pull my pants down and
remove them while I continued to minister to Kelly's bust.
When she'd gotten my pants free, Jan quickly took advantage of the
opportunity to grasp my semi-erect penis through my shorts, stroking it
slowly until I was almost fully erect; only then did she take hold of the
waistband, and pull them off when I raised my hips again.
Now that I was naked, Jan quickly moved back onto the bed, arranging herself
so that she had easy access to my penis, which she took in her mouth,
sucking on it gently as she bobbed her head up and down, quickly bringing me
to full erection.
Once satisfied that I was ready, she detoured for a couple of minutes to
apply her newfound oral skills to Kelly - licking her slit, rubbing Kelly's
clitoris with her tongue, and softly sucking on Kelly's distended labia -
before telling Kelly "Let me go first, and then you can finish him, okay?"
Kelly quickly nodded her agreement, and Jan moved over my hips.
Holding my erection in place, she guided herself down onto it, slowly, as
though she were savoring the sensation as her yin was completed by my yang.
Once settled into place, she released her hold on my erection, and moved her
hands up to begin caressing Kelly's sides and hips while she slowly raised
and lowered herself over me.
At Jan's touch, Kelly gradually raised herself up, and then leaned back,
allowing Jan to include her breasts in the caressing; I took the opportunity
to put my hands on Kelly's hips, and gently guide her forward, so that I
could feast on her womanly charms. Once she was straddling my face, my arms
were free to begin their own explorations of Kelly's anatomy - hips, ass
cheeks, thighs, belly, and breasts. Sometimes, Jan and I would 'meet' at
Kelly's breasts; when we did, by an unspoken agreement, we would work as a
team to caress and squeeze them, playing with her nipples, The effect on
Kelly was a more than ample flow of her juices, and the degree that her
labia revealed themselves to my ever-probing tongue and lips, and the
erectness of her clitoris as I licked it and caressed it and rubbed it with
my lips and tongue.
Kelly was not alone in her arousal - I could feel how wet Jan was by the way
her lubrication began to saturate my erection, causing small trickles of her
wetness to slide down and saturate my pubic hair and testicles. When Kelly
started to have a series of small orgasms, Jan speeded up her own thrusts,
moving me in and out of her in time with Kelly's panting; before long, I
felt - and heard - as Jan experienced her own release; a long, powerful
series of spasms passed through her as Kelly and I both heard her groaning
and gasping with the intensity of it. Having barely slowed down during her
climax, Jan speeded up again when it passed, and leaned forward so that her
breasts were pressed into Kelly's back. Cupping Kelly's breasts, Jan turned
her head to begin making small kisses and bites on Kelly's shoulders and
neck. Finally, Kelly turned her head, and I watched as the two of them
kissed, long and hard. With Jan cupping Kelly's breasts, the nipples were
exposed for me to play with - pinching them gently, rubbing my thumbs across
them, and softly stroking them with my fingers.
As I did that, Kelly finally reached a hand around behind her, and soon
found where Jan and I were joined; keeping her palm on Jan's mons, Kelly
slid a finger between her labia, and began softly rubbing and caressing her
clitoris - which soon had Jan started on another powerful climax. I could
feel the tip of Kelly's finger on my penis, and could tell that she was
adding to Jan's climax by pressing on her clitoris in time with the spasms
that Jan was having, making Jan's climax all the more powerful. Powerful
enough, in fact, that when it finally ended, it was apparently all Jan could
do to free herself of my penis before collapsing on her back, next to us.
With the object of her desire now available, Jan pulled herself free of my
tongue. After having me scoot up the bed a bit, so that I was leaning
against the headboard, she turned around so that she was facing my feet, and
knee-walked her way down, until she was poised over my glistening,
Jan-wetted erection. Taking hold of it, she raised herself a bit, and
quickly lowered herself down onto it, taking all of my hardness in a single
stroke. Satisfied that I was securely in her, she leaned back against my
chest, and pulled my arms around to her breasts. As I played with them, I
started pumping myself into her, leaving her free to simply enjoy the
sensations I was creating. When I heard her start moaning and gasping with
the approach of another orgasm, I tilted my head forward, and began kissing
her neck and shoulders, and even biting her softly. That seemed to be all
that she needed, and she was soon in the midst of a powerful climax, judging
from the way her vaginal muscles clamped down on me as I continued to piston
in and out of her wetness.
As Kelly's climax tapered off, I could feel stirring on the bed next to us;
looking down, I could see that Jan had finally recovered enough to take an
interest in what we were doing. She moved down a bit, so that she could see
where I was thrusting into Kelly, and see the wetness of our union. Watching
it for a little bit, she finally looked up, and saw that Kelly was watching
her. Without hesitation, Jan moved over my legs, so that she could put her
face between Kelly's legs, and start licking both of us where we were joined
- not only licking the bottom of my penis as it slid in and out of Kelly,
but Kelly's labia and clitoris, as well. With that kind of added attention,
it didn't take Kelly or I either one much longer to find our release. After
only a couple of minutes, I could feel Kelly tense up as her orgasm started
- and when it did, the sensation of her internal muscles clutching at me,
trying to milk my semen from me, and Jan's fluttering tongue action were
enough to push me over the edge, as well - a couple of hard, solid thrusts
into Kelly, and I was hosing her insides with what seemed like gallons of my
cum. For her part, Kelly took up the action, moving herself over me, and
forcing some of my hot seed to escape her opening as a frothy blend of her
juices, and mine - a mixture that Jan seemed more than happy to lap up as it
became available, keeping Kelly and I at the peak longer than usual.
Finally, though, we were spent, and collapsed back on the bed, my penis
still held by Kelly's internal grip. Even as we laid there, Jan continued to
lick at us, cleaning us of each other's juices; when my penis finally
softened and shrank enough to pop free of Kelly, Jan was right there to lick
it off briefly before licking and sucking my semen from Kelly's wet opening.
Only when she was satisfied that she hadn't missed a drop did she move back
up to lay next to us, leaning against me and an arm draped across Kelly.
When we'd finally gotten our breath, and senses, back, Kelly and I reached
out to Jan, and held her close, so the each of us was in direct physical
contact with the other two. We stayed like that for quite a while, simply
enjoying the afterglow of the experience, and the love and closeness we all
felt for each other.
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Things went along like that - if at a slower pace - for the rest of the time
that Paul was out of town. Sometimes, it would be the two girls that would
make love; other times, it would be me and one or the other of them. On a
few occasions, it was all three of us.
However it worked out, it didn't seem to matter to any of us. A few times,
I'd enter a room to find the two of them making out, or actually making
love. When it happened, I'd either sit down to watch (which seemed to turn
them on), or just turn around, and find something else to do until they were
done. If one of them came in to where the other and I were involved, they
would do the same thing. Those times that all three of us got together, it
was usually after the other two had had a nice time together, and the third
party happened on them at the right time.
Otherwise, there wasn't any muss or fuss - no jealousy, no envy (well, I did
envy their youth and energy, but nothing more), no regrets. We all loved
each other, and were willing to give a little to get a little (pun
intended!). I don't think that anybody kept 'score' (at least, I didn't) of
who was doing what, or how often, or for how long. I suspect that they made
love more often than I was aware of, but since I was satisfied and happy, I
didn't worry about it.
Things did taper off somewhat toward the end - I think it was a combination
of the newness of it wearing off, and simple satiety. With more time
available to them, they were able to get things planned, and set up, for the
sleepover; they were both careful to make sure that their plans fit in with
the rules I'd laid down, and that I was agreeable to the whole thing.
The day that Paul got back, we had a lively wakeup session with all three of
us; between the lovemaking and extended shower play, we barely made it to
the airport in time: we were all still a little out of breath from rushing
through the airport when Paul finally got clear of Customs. He gave us a
funny look, and all three of us laughed at the expression on his face - as
well as our inside joke at what had prompted it, further convincing him that
we were all crazy.
When I got home from work one afternoon, I found Kelly and Jan sharing
the couch in the family room. When I went in, Jan got up to give me a kiss
before asking me if I was thirsty. Telling her that a beer sounded good, I
sat down next to Kelly while Jan headed into the kitchen. She came back with
two beers and a glass - one bottle for me, and one for her and Kelly to
share. Pouring half of it into a glass, Jan gave the bottle to Kelly, and at
their invitation, we clinked glass as Kelly toasted "To the party!"
After we'd taken a swallow, Kelly told me "You'll never guess what happened
at school today!" - and getting herself a look of anticipation from Jan.
"Okay, I give up." just as I'd done with Jan once before. It had a similar
effect on Kelly.
"Huh?"
"I give up." I repeated.
Here, Jan jumped in, saying, "You said he'd never guess, so he gives up. He
did the same thing to me, too. You've just got to go ahead and tell him."
Kelly gave me the Goober look, before saying "Robyn has been different with
me and Jan since, you know, she was here that time." - "Yeah, she really
has", Jan offered - "And today, she told me that she was really, really
sorry about all of it, and wanted to be friends again."
Here, Jan joined in, telling me "When Kelly told me about it, I was really
surprised. I mean, she'd been nice to us and everything, and she's been real
polite about not asking us, you know, stuff, but I never thought she would
just come out an apologize like that."
Kelly went on, saying "I told her that *I* accepted her apology, but that I
wasn't the only one she needed to talk to."
"And a little while later, she came up to *me* and apologized, too!" Jan
exclaimed, before Kelly went on, saying "And she asked me if I thought you
would be upset with her if she wanted to come over here and apologize to
you, too."
"What did you tell her?" I asked.
"I told her that you weren't happy with her, but that if she apologized to
you, you would accept it and probably not be upset with her any more." Kelly
replied.
"And what did she say?"
"She said that she hoped you would give her a second chance, but that even
if you didn't, she still wanted to say she was sorry, and try to make it
right. Then she asked me if she could come over here, and I told her I
thought it would be okay." she answered, a bit hesitantly during the last
part.
"That's fine. If she wants to say she's sorry, then I'm willing to hear it.
Whether or not I give her another chance is something else." I said.
Jan spoke up again, saying, "Well, we, uh, kinda told her that she could
come by this evening. She wanted us to be here, too, so that she could
apologize to all of us, together, again."
"So when is she going to be here, then?"
"She said she'd be here about six thirty - after dinner." Kelly answered.
I asked Jan "Did you want to stay here for dinner with us, or does your dad
expect you?"
She answered by telling me "I already called Daddy, and he said it was okay
for me to eat here, if it was okay with you."
That settled, we spent a few minutes discussing what we wanted for supper;
Kelly was turning into a surprisingly good cook, even though we shared
cooking and cleaning duties. Finally, we settled on chilidogs and chips -
none of us was particularly enthusiastic about cooking, but didn't want to
send out for anything, either.
So when Mabel announced that there was someone at the door a bit later, we'd
eaten and were ready when a check of the video camera at the door showed
that it was Robyn.
Kelly went to let her in, and when the two of them made their way into the
den, I was sitting at one end of the couch, with Jan at the other. After
showing Robyn a chair across from me, Kelly sat down next to me, and pulled
my arm around her.
Robyn looked nervous, but didn't even blink at Kelly's actions; instead, she
was focused almost entirely on me.
My face calm, I looked at her, and said, "I understand you have something
you want to say to me?"
She took a deep breath, and started.
"Yes, sir, I do. First, though, I want to thank you for letting me into your
home, and giving me the chance to talk to you."
She continued, "What I did, to you and Jan and Kelly, was wrong. I know
that, now. I owe them, and you, an apology for my actions. I involved myself
in something that, as you said, was none of my business. Jan and Kelly were
my friends for a long time, and I abused that friendship by prying into
something that did not involve me. I behaved badly, I am deeply, and
profoundly, sorry for the pain and hurt and inconvenience that all of you
have experienced because of me."
She turned to Jan, and said "Jan, we've known each other since 6th grade.
We've been told each other secrets, and shared dreams. What I did to you was
to break the trust and friendship we had. I'm sorry. If I could go back and
undo it, I would, in a second, even if it meant that *I* was the one to get
hurt. If you give me the chance, I will show you how sorry I am; and if you
can ever learn to trust me again, even a little bit, I will respect that
trust by never, *ever* betraying it again."
Next was Kelly.
"Kelly, I'm sorry I hurt you. You were happy, and my prying into your life
with my questions and demands made you unhappy. I can't undo that. But I can
promise you that it will never happen again, under *any* circumstances. I
can look at you, and see how much you like Dan, and how happy he makes you;
and I know that because of me, you almost lost him, and that happiness. What
you do in your life is YOUR business, and no one else's. I've learned that,
the hard way."
By now, she had tears in her eyes, but Robyn didn't hesitate to face me.
"Dan, as much as Jan and Kelly, I owe you an apology. You're a kind,
generous, honest, _caring_ person. When you were there for our 'fashion
show', you were a perfect gentleman; I know that all of us were teasing you
a lot, but you never, EVER did or say anything to make us think you were
going to try anything with us. Even afterwards, you were nice enough to talk
to us like we were grown up - more grown up than some of us actually were,
or are. All of us knew that you cared a lot about Jan, and then Kelly; but
for whatever reason, we just couldn't mind our own damn business, and we
badly hurt you, and them. I'm sorry for that, and for the part that I had in
it. I hope that you'll give me a second chance to show you that I have
learned something, and grown up, since then. If you don't, then I
understand, and won't feel sorry for myself - I know that what I did was
wrong, and that the way you choose to treat me is what I deserve for what
I've done. Kelly is - was - my friend, and you've made her happier than I've
ever seen her. For that, I should have respected you, and honored the
relationship you have with her. Instead, I abused her, and through her, you.
You deserve better, by a long shot. Whether you forgive me or not, whether
you give me another chance, or not, I want you to know that I want to do
anything I can to make it right."
At that, she sat back a bit, and simply looked at me, her face wet from her
tears - ready to accept whatever judgment I chose to impose.
I thought about what she'd said, and asked her "When you were talking to
Kelly, you said that you had learned that what people do in their lives is
their business, and no one else's; and that you'd learned it the hard way.
What did you mean?"
She didn't hesitate to answer "Because after Jan and Kelly had their talk
with me and the other girls, Kathy and Mary Alice started trying to pump me
and Kim for information about what we'd talked about. Kim was willing to
talk about it, a little, but I wasn't, and they just kept *after* me about
it - until I finally told them - 'scuse me - to just fuck off and leave me
alone. It was like I was the only one that actually felt _bad_ about what
had happened. Since then, Kim is staying away from them more, too; I think
she's sorry about what she did, but doesn't want to push about trying to
make up. I mean, we kinda heard, a little, about what happened with Kathy
and Mary Alice - you scared the hell out of them, and none of us wants to do
anything to actually make you _mad_, you know?"
"So if you didn't want to make me mad, what made you think you could talk to
me?" I asked.
"I didn't know if you would actually get mad, or not - I just knew that I
felt bad about what happened, and that I really needed to apologize to all
of you. I don't mean that I needed to apologize for me, but I needed to
because it was the right thing to do." she answered, with a sniffle.
I sat there for a couple of minutes, thinking about what she'd told me,
while I watched her. She glanced at Jan and Kelly a few times, but I was the
focus of her attention.
Finally, I spoke to her again.
"Robyn, you're right. What you did was wrong, and it hurt all of us - you
included. That you had the courage to make the apologies you did counts for
something. That you were willing to come here to do it counts for even
more."
She nodded as I went on "I think that you _have_ learned something, and yes,
learned it the hard way. When you said that you needed to apologize because
it was the right thing to do, you showed me that you learned something, and
grew up a little in the process."
She sniffled a little, and I continued, "Everyone makes mistakes. Sometimes,
we don't appreciate something until it's gone - like I didn't appreciate how
much I cared for, and even loved, Kelly, until she was afraid to come over
here after what you and the others had done. The thing about these kinds of
mistakes is to learn not to repeat them, or anything like them. It sounds to
me like you have."
I could see her visibly relax slightly, and said "I can't speak for Jan or
Kelly, obviously. But I think that I'm willing to forgive your foolishness,
and even give you another chance - to make things right, as you put it."
She all but collapsed in the chair in her relief.
I had to caution her "Just because I've accepted your apology, don't think
you're off the hook. I'm not the one you hurt the most. The ones you need to
worry about are Kelly and Jan - IF you can get past them, ONLY THEN do you
start with a clean slate with _me_. If THEY don't accept your apologies,
then what *I* have to say isn't going to matter much."
With that, she turned to look first at Jan, then Kelly.
They, in turn, were looking at each other - communicating silently - their
faces impassive. Then both looked at me for a bit before turning to Robyn.
Jan spoke first, saying "I accept your apology. You're right, we have known
each other for a long time, and I don't think that you really meant to hurt
us. And if you can convince Uncle Dan to give you a second chance, then I
think I can give you one, too - we've been friends too long for me not to."
After than, Robyn turned to Kelly, who just looked at her for a few moments
before saying "Yes, you did hurt me - a lot. You knew what my life was like,
and how happy I was to have met Dan. And you pissed on it anyway."
Robyn blinked at that, and started to look nervous before Kelly went on,
telling her "But I agree with Dan - I think you *have* learned a hard
lesson. I accept your apology, because I really do think you're sorry for
what you did. But it's going to be a long time before I trust you again the
way I used to - you're going to have to _earn_ my trust. But I'm willing to
give you the chance."
At the end of that, Robyn was crying again, and it was through her tears -
and occasional sniffle - that she was able to say "Thank you, both of you -
and you, too, Dan. I'm not going to try to bullshit you with a lot of words;
I'm just going to let you decide by what I _do_."
With that, Jan and Kelly started to cry, too, and all three of them got up
to hug each other.
After a minute or so, I noticed a little whispering before I heard Kelly
mutter "Well go ahead and ask him, then - he doesn't bite! At least, not
hard!"
A moment later, Robyn came over to stand in front of me, with Kelly and Jan
watching. Looking down at me a bit nervously, she asked "Dan, is it okay if
I give you a hug, to show you how sorry I am?"
I was a bit surprised by the question, but told her "I think that would make
for a nice start on our new relationship." and stood up. I was even more
surprised by the ferocity with which she held me as she cried a bit into my
shirt. I hugged back, gently, and patted her back softly. After a bit, she
pulled back from me a way, and pulled my head down to give me a kiss on the
cheek, saying "Thank you, Dan. You won't be sorry."
Looking into her eyes, I answered by saying "No, I don't think I will."
Getting a look from Kelly, I excused myself to go back into my office; when
I came out a little later, Robyn had left, and Jan and Kelly were on the
couch, talking.
When I came in, they separated a bit, indicating that they wanted me to sit
between them. When I did, both closed in on me, snuggling into my sides as
they pulled my arms around them.
Kelly was first to speak, telling me "I think she'll be okay. She's had a
tough time of it, but she had the guts to make the first move and
apologize."
Jan agreed, saying, "Yeah, I think so, too. She didn't try to dodge it, at
all - she just accepted the responsibility, and was ready to take the
punishment."
"Am I getting the impression that there might be an additional girl at the
party?" I asked.
Kelly spoke up quickly, saying "No, not definitely, but there's a chance."
with Jan adding, "It depends on how she does. It's still a couple weeks
away, so we've got time to decide."
"Well, just make sure before you make any final decisions, okay?" was all I
could add.
Both nodded their agreement, and we stayed on the couch like that for a
little while, before Jan finally decided that she _really_ had to get home.
Kelly and I continued to snuggle, right up until it was time for bed.
---------- ---------- ----------
In the days leading up to the Thanksgiving holiday, I got phone calls from
the parents of the other girls that were to be at the sleepover. The parents
were thrown off a bit by the unusual situation: Jan doing the inviting, but
the party being held at the home of one of Jan's friends, and that friend's
middle-aged boyfriend. I had to reassure all of the them that the girls had
my permission to have the sleepover, that I would be there to make sure
things didn't get out of hand, and otherwise had no planned participation in
the event. Thus reassured, they granted their permission.
The conversation with Susan's dad, Steve, was the most 'interesting':
My secretary told me at work one day that I had a call, from Steve Moore.
I took it right away, and after an exchange of pleasantries, he got to the
reason for his call.
"Dan, I understand from Susan that the girls are going to be having a little
slumber party at your home after Thanksgiving."
"Yes, that's correct."
"I have to admit that the idea of Susan attending it leaves me with mixed
emotions."
"How so, Steve?"
"It's a difficult subject; I'm concerned about something, but don't wish to
cause offense."
I think I know what the problem is, and say "Let me guess: knowing what
happened between Kelly and I, you're concerned about what may happen during
their get-together."
"That would be a fair statement."
"Your 'interest' in the situation is understandable; I pretty much expected
that I would be hearing from you."
"Indeed? Yes, I suppose that you would. Please understand that after that
Phil incident, I am most certainly inclined to trust you around Susan - but
this party they are planning, and the organization of it, are somewhat
'unique'."
"Yes, they are. To spare us both some discomfort, I'd like to tell you that
Jan and Kelly have planned it as a basic slumber party with them and the
other girls. Doubtless there will be changes once things get started, but I
want to assure you that I have absolutely *no* anticipation of, shall we
say, personal contact with any of the guests. In fact, if any of them should
display any tendencies in that direction, I will be both surprised and
exceptionally resistant toward the idea. I am quite happy in my current
situation, and have absolutely NO desire to expand it, or consummate any of
the other girls' fantasies or desires."
"That does reassure me, and I appreciate your attitude on the matter, Dan.
There is an additional factor, though, that I think you should be aware of."
"And that is?"
"Susan has learned some of the details of how you and Kelly got together,
and of how your relationship with her, uh, 'developed'. Susan has what I am
hoping is only a 'crush' on you, but I worry that it may be something more."
"Steve, I appreciate the warning; however, I stand by my previous statement
that I am *most* resistant to the idea of intimate contact with _any_ of the
girls that will be at the party."
"Still, I have no doubt that should she set her mind to it, Susan will take
every opportunity to demonstrate to you her, ah, _appreciation_ of your help
with Phil, and perhaps even her feelings toward you. I simply want you to
know that if that should happen, even though I do not like the idea, I will
not try to do anything about it."
Is he saying what I _think_ he's saying?
"Steve, I'm sorry, but you've confused me. Could you say that again, so I
can try to understand it?"
I could hear him sigh heavily before he replied "Yes, I suppose I need to
make it completely clear - for *both* our sakes."
After a few moments, he went on "I know that Susan is nearly a grown woman,
able to make her own decisions. To the best of my knowledge, though, she has
not yet taken that final step. I DO know that she can be quite determined
when she decides there is something she wants; far more determined than is
probably good for her."
"Really?" I asked. From the way I'd seen her act, I wouldn't have expected
it.
"Quite so." he sighed, before continuing "What I am trying to say is that if
it should happen that Susan decides that she wishes to 'cross the line', as
it were, into full womanhood, I will not try to prevent it; nor will I take
exception to it after the fact."
"Steve, forgive me, but you still sound like a lawyer. Is what you're
telling me that if Susan decides that she wants _me_ to be her first, you
won't object? If so, I hasten to assure you that _that_ is the *last* thing
I want to happen, and will do everything I can to avoid it."
"I know it is, Dan, and that you will. I have to sound like a lawyer because
that's the only way I can think of it. And yes, that's what I'm saying. I
don't care for the idea - not because of you, but because it would mean that
she was no longer my 'little girl'. But I have to accept that she IS old
enough to make the decision, and that when she does, there isn't a damn
thing I can do about it. All I can hope for is that whoever is her first
will be someone that I could respect, such as yourself."
"I'm honored by the compliment, but I still don't want any part of it."
"I know - and that's part of what makes me respect you: you don't
particularly want that kind of responsibility, but if faced with it, you
accept the necessity, and do the best you can. I hope the situation doesn't
come up. If it does, I know you'll resist it. I just want you to know that
if it *does* happen, then I won't be angry or upset with you; if anything, I
know I can trust you to do it _right_, and not hurt her like one of her
classmates might."
"Gee, thanks for not putting any pressure on me, or anything, Steve!" I
said, trying to lighten the mood.
He laughed briefly, and I continued "Well, let's hope that it doesn't come
to that; but if it does, you can be sure it will happen the way you would
want it to."
"Thank you."
About that time, my secretary let me know that I had another call; Steve
heard her, and thanked me again before ending our conversation.
---------- ---------- ----------
A few days before Thanksgiving, I got home to find Kelly and Jan in the den
again, obviously waiting for me. I held my forefinger up, to indicate that
they should give me a moment, and detoured through the kitchen to get myself
a soda.
When I got into the den, Kelly made room for me at the end, and after I sat
down and got comfortable, Jan moved down to sit on the floor by my feet.
Once settled, she put her arms on my knees, and rested her head on them as
she looked at me. By now, I know they want to talk to me about something, so
I take a sip of my Coke and wait for them.
Kelly spoke first, telling me "Dan, we have something we need to talk to you
about."
Jan followed her, saying "Yeah. It's about the party."
"What about it?" I asked.
"We'd like to invite Robyn, if it's okay with you." Kelly answered.
"Why would it have to be okay with me?"
Here, Jan spoke up. "Because we still think it might be a, uh, 'teaching'
party." she said.
"If it does, you'll be there, of course, and we want to know if it's okay
with you if Robyn is there AND there's 'teaching'", Kelly added.
I looked at both of them, and Kelly said, "We know that you said you would
give Robyn a chance to start over with you, but we know that this party is
pretty special, and private, too. We thought that you might have a problem
with Robyn being here for _that_ kind of a party so soon, so we wanted to
check with you about it. Especially since you would be the 'guest of
honor'", she added, with a smile.
They watched me as I thought about it - neither seemed nervous about what my
answer would be; I got the distinct impression that they would accept
whatever I had to say, and not fuss about it.
After a bit, I spoke up, telling them "You know Robyn better than I do -
you've known her longer, and see her pretty much every day. If you think she
can be trusted for this, then I'll accept your judgment. Both of you know
what the consequences are if you - and I - are wrong about her, or some kind
of trouble happens. My only request is that you take it slowly, and make
sure there aren't going to be any problems, before you get too, uh, involved
in the party."
Both nodded at that, and Kelly said, "We know, and we will. We were going to
be real careful about it, anyway."
After a pause, Jan told me "If it helps any, Kelly and I have both noticed
that she's being real good about us. I mean, she was in the hall with some
other girls that were starting to talk about us, and she told them straight
out that they shouldn't talk about people unless that person was there,
because they might say something wrong and that person wouldn't be able to
tell them the right thing. All the other girls just kind of looked at her
for a second, and started talking about something else; they didn't walk
away from her, or shut her out or anything, so I think they were just kinda
doing what she said, you know? And I don't think she knew I was there, since
I was around the corner behind her."
Kelly added to that by saying "Yeah, I've heard her with some other girls,
too. Some of them were talking about how they'd like to hang out with Kathy
and Mary Alice, and Robyn told them right out that those two were nosy about
_everything_, and couldn't be trusted to keep a secret. The other girls
didn't want to believe her, but she told them a little bit of how Kathy and
Mary Alice had done her - not about us, just that they'd been so mean, and
they believed her. I know it had to have hurt her, but she did it anyway.
And some of the other girls that I know have come up to me and told me that
Robyn is really sticking up for us whenever somebody starts to talk bad
about us."
I have to admit, these little snippets of information about Robyn's behavior
did make me feel a bit more comfortable.
"That's good to hear; I'm glad that she's doing what she said she would, and
trying to make it right. I think it does give us reason to give her some
trust - but we're not going to go overboard with it, are we?" I asked.
Both shook their heads, smiling. They were willing to give Robyn a chance -
to either prove herself, or hang herself. They were ready to cover
themselves - and me - in either case.
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Thanksgiving saw me, and Kelly, at Paul's house for dinner. He'd been
thoughtful enough to make the invitation in Kelly's presence, to make sure
she understood that she was welcome, too. When we all sat down to eat, he
delighted her by filling her wine glass without asking, telling her "If
you're old enough to stay with that old fart, you're old enough to drink.
God knows, you probably need it!" making Kelly and Jan both laugh. They both
laughed harder when I asked him "So, Paul, what have you broken on the
computer, lately?" (he was notorious for having trouble with it), and
getting an "Up yours, asshole!" in reply.
After the meal, Paul and I headed into the den to watch the games; the boys
were charged with clearing the table, and Jan with putting the food away.
Kelly, to my pleasant surprise, offered to help. While the boys were getting
started, Jan and Kelly brought Paul and I each a cup of coffee, then headed
back into the kitchen.
During one of the innumerable commercials/replays, Paul asked me "What's the
deal about this party tomorrow night?"
"Jan and Kelly's idea. They wanted to visit with some friends, and didn't
want to bother you and the boys. Didn't want to be bothered BY you, I
think."
"You expecting any trouble?"
"Nope. Phil is long gone, and his two sidekicks seem to have settled down
quite a bit, last I heard."
"I mean trouble besides that."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"You and Kelly is one thing; she's an adult, now. You and Jan, I'm okay with
- I know it's been more than just the one time with you two." - the last
part coming as something as a surprise to me.
"Oh, yeah? Sez who?", I responded (brilliant conversation, eh?)
"C'mon, Dan. I'm not blind, and I'm not _always_ stupid. I know she's got
boyfriends, and she likes them, but any time she's over at your place for
more than a day, she comes home too damn happy for her own good."
"That so?" (_such_ interrogation technique!)
"Yeah, that's so. Like I said, I'm okay with it - I know you care about her,
and if she's happy, then I'm happy. And it doesn't happen often enough for
me to worry about it; I know she's got her head on pretty straight, and that
sooner or later, she'll find the guy for her. Until then, I know she's okay
with you."
"Hmmmph"
"Anyway, like I was asking, you expecting any trouble?"
"Five or six girls, one of me. What could go wrong?", I asked,
sarcastically.
"I thought so. The way I hear it, these girls may be a little more frisky
than you want."
"Frisky how?"
"Frisky as in not too fussy about what kinds of view you get. Frisky as in
one or two of them might just decide to have a run at jumping your bones."
"Paul, where do you *hear* this kind of crap?"
"Heh. Told you I'm not always stupid. Most of them have been over here to
visit Jan the last couple of weeks. She isn't always here when they are, and
I'm harmless enough that they feel they can talk to me, a little."
"And they talk to you about THIS kind of stuff?"
"Nah, not even close. I might be harmless, but I'm still Jan's dad. No, it's
not so much what they say, as how they say it, and how they act."
"You can get that much from that?"
"C'mon, you know I'm a hell of a salesman. How do you think I got so good,
without being able to read people, and figure out what they want? If you ask
different questions about the same thing, you can figure out how the other
person thinks. Ever play '20 Questions'? It's like that, only more subtle."
"So you think some of these girls are gonna get 'frisky', huh?"
"Yup. Not a doubt in my mind. So watch yourself, pal."
I nodded, and content that he'd done his fair share about warning me, Paul
let the subject drop; we watched the rest of the games talking about other
things.
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Early the next afternoon, Jan came over, and the three of us sat around the
den while I told them about Paul's warning to me - something that absolutely
amazed Jan, when she heard about how he'd figured it out. I also reiterated
the party rules, and cautioned them about letting things move too quickly;
they understood that if any of the other girls got it into her head to take
offense or cause trouble, there would be hell to pay for ALL of us.
About mid-afternoon, Mabel let us know that there were people at the door -
4, she thought. (Yeah, I know, Mabel isn't a 'she', Mabel is a collection of
circuits and sensors, an 'it'. But it was easier to refer to her as a
'her'). Checking the front door camera, we saw that all of them had arrived;
apparently all dropped of by someone's parents. Kelly, doing her 'hostess'
bit, went to let them in; once they'd shed their coats and scarves, they all
trooped into the den. I stood up to welcome them, and was surprised when
Susan moved right into my arms to give me a hug, and brief kiss full on the
lips. Not far behind her was Robyn, also giving me a hug, though her kiss
was to my cheek, along with a whispered "thanks!". I was surprised to see
that Candice had opted for a different haircut - from her mid-back tresses
of the last party, to something that stopped short of her shoulders and
curled in and under, framing her face - and those eyes! - very nicely.
Since Candice, Sandra, and Susan had never been there before, and Robyn only
briefly, Kelly and Jan took delight in showing them around the house - and
particularly Mabel, and all the convenience features I'd built in. Every
time they saw a new feature, or went into a different room, I could hear a
collection of oh's and ah's. When they got back to the den, all the
newcomers had a vaguely overwhelmed look in their eyes - and, in turn,
looked at me as though I were some kind of benign Dr. Frankenstein. Of
course, Kelly and Jan had to show off the voice command system, and the
security system - at one point, I was obliged to go outside in just my shirt
and pants, so they could see the video monitor in action, and hear as Mabel
announced a visitor. Then Jan joined me, and they discovered that Mabel
could make educated guesses about the number of people at the door, as well.
Once I was let back in - chilled, but okay - I had to explain to them that
Mabel only answered to me, Jan, and Kelly, but that Mabel would learn to
follow basic commands from all of them - lights, temperature, yes/no, the
intercom and phone, and so on. Following that, there was a not-too-lengthy
class, and we (Jan, Kelly, and I) managed to get them all trained on using
Mabel. Following that, each of them got to phone home - using voice command,
of course - and let their parents know that they'd arrived okay. Jan showed
off by dictating an email to Paul; a while later, they were awed when Mabel
not only announced she'd received a reply, but read the message to her, as
well. With the introduction to my house done, Jan and Kelly got them all
into the den, and explained the basic rules about the sleepover - heavily
emphasizing that my office was strictly off-limits, and that if I couldn't
be found in one of the rooms, I was in my office, and *absolutely* NOT to be
disturbed. While that was going on, I went into the kitchen, and made them
all some hot chocolate; by the time it was ready, the lecture was nearly
over. As I brought them their drinks, Kelly added one last bit, something
that surprised the hell out of me.
"We're all here for a sleepover", she said. "That means that at some point,
we're all going to be going to bed. Just exactly WHEN we go to bed doesn't
matter; what DOES matter is that we - _all_ of us - are free to get ready
for bed whenever we want. And even more, we're all free to wear whatever we
want, whenever we want, just like we were going to bed at home. You all know
Dan, so you know he's not going to stare, or try to grab you or anything; so
don't be afraid to wear as much or as little as you want, whenever you
want."
When she finished, there was a slight pause, and Robyn spoke up, surprising
both Kelly and Jan, and even more, me.
"I understand that, and I don't have any problem with it. After the way he
treated us during the last party we had, I trust him _completely_. But Dan
is still going to be here, and some of us may be topless or even naked; and
I wouldn't be surprised if accidents don't happen - like he'll turn around
with one of us behind him, and come in, uh, contact with us. Or we'll bump
into him, Or he'll be reaching for a drink or something, and not see us, and
accidentally put his hand on us. I trust him not to do it on purpose or
without permission. But I think we should all say something about it, so
that there isn't any mistake about it later. In fact, if they'll give me a
piece of paper and a pen, I'll be happy to write down that I'm okay with it,
and don't mind the risk of an accident."
When she was done, both Jan and Kelly looked at me, while I looked at them.
Kelly gave me a small shrug of her shoulders, letting me know that she
didn't know that Robyn was going to do anything like that.
Candice, Susan, and Sandra were quick to voice their agreement with what
Robyn had said, and after a brief glance at me - standing there like a
statue, holding a tray of hot chocolate - each asked Jan or Kelly for a
piece of paper and pen. While the paper and pens were retrieved, I served
the hot chocolate - and not one of them hesitated to look me in the eye.
When they'd gotten the paper and pens, there was a brief pause after Susan
asked, "Would it be better I printed it, or wrote it out?" Sandra said "I
think in our own handwriting would be better, to make it obvious that we
really wrote it." With that, all four of them began writing, with the
occasional pause for a sip of chocolate. As each finished, she brought her
note over to where I was sitting, and handed it to me before sitting down
again.
Robyn: "I am at a slumber party being held in the home of Dan Marshall. My
friends Jan and Kelly are holding this party, and Mr. Marshall is here to
ensure our safety and security. Because this is a slumber party, I will be
wearing little clothing. Any physical contact between Mr. Marshall and me is
either accidental, or with my permission. (Signed) Robyn Carson
Candice: "I am at a slumber party being held by my friends Kelly and Jan. It
is in the home of Kelly's boyfriend, Dan Marshall. Mr. Marshall is here to
make sure that we don't get into any trouble. Since it is a slumber party, I
will be wearing my nightclothes, and if Mr. Marshall touches me, I trust
that it is accidental and do not object. (Signed) Candice Towers
Susan: "Mr. Marshall is the boyfriend of my friend Kelly, and he is letting
us use his house for a slumber party hosted by Kelly and another one of my
friends, Jan. I trust Mr. Marshall, even if I am in my nightgown for the
slumber party. If he touches me, it is by accident or by my request.
(Signed) Susan Moore
Sandra: "Kelly and Jan are having a slumber party at Kelly's boyfriends
house, Mr. Marshall. It is a slumber party, and I will be in my nightie, but
I know that Mr. Marshall will not touch me except by accident, or because I
asked him to. (Signed) Sandra Kindrick
When they were all done, I looked at them, and nodded, saying "Thank you. I
don't think we needed these, but since you've been kind enough to write
them, I'll accept them in the spirit they were intended. Robyn, I'd like to
thank you in particular for your vote of confidence, and understanding."
At being singled out that way, Robyn blushed slightly, but continued to look
right into my eyes.
I told them "I'm sure all of you have things you want to talk about, so I'll
go back into my office for a little while; I'm not going to be working on
anything important, so if you get to the point where you don't mind having
me around, you can reach me on the intercom. Supper is whenever you get
hungry, and there are plenty of snacks in the kitchen and drinks in the
fridge. Help yourselves."
With that, I got up and went back into my office, where Kelly joined me a
few seconds later.
"What was that all about?" I asked her.
"What was all what about?"
"That bit about it being a slumber party, and what they did or didn't wear."
She blushed a bit, and said "Jan and I are so used to going nude or wearing
only panties around you that we didn't want to have to stay dressed just
because a bunch of our friends are around. So we decided on the
wear-what-you-want idea as a way to let us stay comfortable, and let the
others do what they want, too."
"And I take it that that bit with Robyn was as much of a surprise to you as
it was to me?"
"You better believe it! I wish I'd thought of it!" she answered.
"Okay. It looks like she'd trying to make good on her promise to 'do right'
by us. I'll ask her what's going on later. Go on back, and have fun; give me
a call when you're ready to have me around again."
She grinned at me, and gave me a kiss before heading back toward the den. I
closed the office door, and sat down to get some paperwork and other
administrivia done - _after_ I put the notes from the girls in a safe place.
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It was a little after six o'clock when Jan finally called me on the
intercom.
"We're hungry, and we thought you might want to have a vote on what we have
for supper", she warned me.
"Whatever you want is fine with me. Or do you already have something in
mind, and just need me to pay for it?" I asked, and heard a chorus of
giggles in reply.
"We kinda made up our minds, but wanted to make sure you got some, too. But
now that you offered to pay, we accept!" from Kelly, again accompanied by
laughter.
"Okay, I'll be there in just a minute. What are we having?"
"Pizza!" was the chorus.
"Okay, go ahead and order it while I get finished up in here."
When I got to the den, I saw that all of them had taken off their shoes, and
the couple that had worn sweaters had removed them, as well.
"Uh, Dan, could we have a fire in the fireplace?" Candice asked me. A chorus
of agreement followed her request.
"Sure, I suppose we could - be kind of nice, on a night like this." I
answered. While we waited for the pizza, I got some wood going in the
fireplace; by the time it arrived, we had a nice blaze going.
I paid for the pizza, and in my best Grinch imitation, I told them "It's
going to get colder tonight, and we don't have a lot of wood in here. Nobody
eats until _each_ of you brings in *two* pieces of wood - and I don't mean
the little kindling stuff, either! Jan or Kelly know what I mean, so if
you're really hungry, you'd better get moving!"
They all cheerfully made grumbling noises, but didn't hesitate to put on
their shoes, and open the patio door, heading out to retrieve their allotted
two pieces of firewood. It wasn't but a couple of minutes before they were
all back in. With the wood handy, and their shoes off again, they dove into
the assorted pizzas they'd ordered.
Much to my surprise, between the lot of us, we managed to dispose of nearly
all of 3 large pizzas; only when I went to put the leftovers away did I find
that 2 boxes only held one slice each, and the third box had 2 slices. I
looked at them in mock fear, saying "Dear God! I'm glad I don't have to feed
all of you ALL the time! I'd go broke!" - causing some mild indignation
until they realized I was teasing, then laughter.
Once the supper clutter was put away, I sat down on the end of the couch,
and asked the girls what was next on the agenda. All of them shared a Look
before Susan spoke up, saying "Uh, we were kind of hoping that we could all
kind of sit around and talk about stuff."
"I'll guess that from the looks you shared, that I'm included in the 'all'
part?", I asked.
They all nodded, and I followed up by saying "You said that you wanted to
talk about 'stuff' - that's a pretty open range of subjects. Did you have
something in particular in mind?" - pretty much knowing that they wanted to
talk about some aspect of sex, but wanting to confirm it.
Candice spoke up, telling me "Uh, actually, we kinda wanted to talk to you
about, um, boys and girls and sex and stuff like that.", blushing.
A couple of the others blushed as well, before adding their assent.
I sighed, and told them "First, I'm not a boy - I'm a middle-aged engineer.
Second, what I think about sex and all of that is probably different than
what most people do. Third, I'm not all that sure your parents would
appreciate us talking about this subject. But if you really want to know
what I think about it, then I guess I can answer your questions - but you
have to understand that no matter what *I* think, it's still up to you to
make up your own minds and make your own decisions."
At that, Robyn piped up with "I think we all know that, Dan. But after you
talked to us after the, uh, fashion show, you were honest and patient with
us, and weren't afraid to tell us what you thought about different things. I
don't know about Candice and Susan and Sandra, but I figured out that most
of what you told us then made sense; and some of it has even helped me. I've
seen the change in Kelly since she met you and has spent so much time with
you, and how much you've been able to help Jan. As nice as they were before,
they're somehow _better_ now, and I want to be better like them, too."
The other three visitors added their agreement.
"You understand that if we start talking about girls and boys and sex and
all that, there's a pretty good chance that the discussion will get, uh,
intimate? And that if one of you asks a question, I may have to ask YOU some
questions in return before I understand what it is you want to know? And
that the questions I ask may mean that you have to talk about things that
are pretty personal?"
All of them nodded.
"I have to be absolutely sure that you really _understand_ that once a
question is asked, it can't be taken back; and that the talk may get a lot
more personal and private than you're used to. Even the questions YOU ask
will reveal something about what you know and what you think."
"I know that. I have to admit that it's kind of scary, but it's even MORE
scary to me to not *know*", Robyn offered.
"If you really believe that you want to talk about it, and if you're really
sure that you're willing to take the chance of being embarrassed, then I
guess I can answer your questions the best I can."
At that, Susan stood up, and said "What Robyn said goes for me, too. I don't
*know* about this stuff - at least, not the way I want to. It _is_ scary,
and there's a lot about it that I _don't_ understand. But I trust you, Dan -
not just because of what you did for me about Phil, but because of how happy
you've made Kelly, and the way you talked to us last time. If there's a
chance that I'm going to be embarrassed - and I think that's a pretty safe
bet for all of us! - then I'm damn well going to get it out of the way, and
be done with it!". With a brief glance at the others, she stepped to the
side and preceded to start undressing - right there in front of all of us,
her eyes firmly locked on mine. First her blouse, then her skirt, went onto
a neat pile she made at the end of the couch; following that were the rest
of her clothes - with only a brief pause as she removed her bra, and none
when she slid her panties down her legs before kicking them over to join the
rest of her clothes. Blushing only slightly, she moved back over in front of
me before sitting down in the spot she'd occupied before.
When Susan had reached back to unhook her bra, Robyn had stood, too, and
moved over next to her to start taking her clothes off, as well. After only
a few moments, Candice and Sandra had joined them, so that in only a few
minutes all four of them were seated, wearing only varying degrees of
blushes and different expressions, on the floor in front of me.
While all of that was going on, Jan and Kelly and I could only look at each
other in surprise at the suddenness of it, and the direct approach that
Susan had taken.
As Sandra dropped her panties on the pile with her other clothes, Jan and
Kelly both stood up, and followed their example - as much to put them at
ease as to reassure them, I suspected. As Kelly moved back over to sit next
to me on the couch, Sandra gestured to her, and the two of them held a brief
whispered conversation. When Jan was seated next to me, on the side opposite
Kelly, Sandra spoke up.
"Um, Dan?"
"Yes?"
"It would, uh, be okay with me if you, um, wanted to be naked, too. I mean,
I wouldn't mind, and since we're all naked, it would be a little more fair,
you know?" she told me.
The other three on the floor hesitated a moment, then added their agreement.
She had a point, so there wasn't anything for me to do but join them - doing
just as they had by moving to where I could put my things and undressing in
front of them, making no effort to turn away or cover anything up. There was
a small collective gasp from our guests when I finally pulled by briefs
down, but otherwise, they had no noticeable reaction. As I moved back to the
couch, though, I did notice that there were four pairs of eyes focused on an
area below my waist. Only when I sat down did they make eye contact with me
again - and every one of them blushing slightly when they realized I knew
where they'd been looking.
It was Robyn that had the courage to get the conversation started.
"Dan, do all men's, uh, penises, look like yours?" she asked.
"Not exactly, but there isn't much difference, either. Some are larger, some
are smaller, but the basics are pretty much the same."
Here, Kelly joined in, explaining to them about circumcisions, and how some
men had them and some didn't. At the point where she told them about the
removal of part of the foreskin, all of them looked at me, followed by a
blush, before returning their attention to what Kelly was telling them.
When Kelly finished, I took the initiative, telling them "Just so there
isn't any confusion, and to maybe help you all relax a little, let's make
sure that we're all using the same words for the same things. A man's penis
can also be called a dick, cock, rod, love muscle, or pecker. A woman's
vagina can be her cunt, hole, slot, gash, or pussy. Her clitoris can be her
clit, love button, or 'little man in a boat'. A man's testicles can also be
called his balls or nuts. Having sex can be boinking, fucking, laying pipe,
humping, or gettin' it on. Feel free to use any or all of these words,
whatever makes you feel comfortable and you're familiar with. Penis and
vagina and clitoris and testicles are the polite or medical terms, but the
others will do, too."
After that, Jan spoke up, saying, "Uncle Dan, it might help if we got the,
uh, anatomy part of things out of the way. I mean, it we all knew the same
things about the same parts, the rest of it would probably make more sense."
Seeing the looks of mild confusion on the faces of our guests, Kelly
volunteered, "What she's talking about is what Jan and I call an anatomy
lesson. That's where you find out what you *really* look like between your
legs, and you get to find out what a guy looks like and even feels like.
When he did it with Jan, and me Dan used some drawings he had so we could
see how we were the same and how we were different, and how he was the same
and how he was different. If you're interested, we can do that, and maybe
even use each other for an even better comparison."
The four on the floor looked at each other, and after a little hesitation,
Candice spoke up, saying "Uh, that's probably a good idea. I've, um, looked
at myself, but couldn't really be sure of what I was seeing, or what it
meant."
Jan spoke up again, telling them "I'm not ashamed to let you look at me, if
it will help."
Kelly voiced her agreement and support, as well.
Satisfied that they weren't going to be doing it alone, the rest agreed. As
I went into my office to get a couple drawings off the net, Jan and Kelly
got things organized in the den. On my way back to the den, Jan passed me,
saying only "Mirror". When I got to the den, Kelly told me "Some of them are
a little nervous about you touching them, so if it's okay, Jan and I will do
it, and you can add anything we forget."
I smiled at all of them as I handed Kelly the drawings, and said "Of course.
Whatever makes you comfortable." before sitting on the couch, careful to
locate myself so that I was available, but not overtly looking at what was
going on.
When Jan rejoined us, she sat on the floor, her back resting against the
couch. Pulling her knees up, she readily exposed herself to the others,
patently unashamed or embarrassed by her position. That seemed to help the
others relax, so that when Kelly started out with a brief comparison of Jan
to the drawings, they were over their initial hesitation. When she finished,
Kelly handed the drawings to Jan, and the two of them reversed positions,
with Jan now acting as the guide and Kelly the live exhibit. They handled
the situation admirably - nonchalant enough to help the others to relax, but
attentive and familiar enough to be able to make the points that needed to
be made - and doing so without any need for me to add to their commentary
and instruction.
That done, each of the guests assumed the position against the couch, and
received personal guidance from Kelly and Jan via mirror, with the others
looking on. All told, the session was the casual learning experience it
should have been.
When it came time for the male anatomy instruction, Kelly and Jan simply had
me lay on the floor, and continued their lessons - giving each of our guests
the chance to touch and manipulate me. Of course, the inevitable and
involuntary reaction happened, and the two of them simply took the chance to
include it into the lesson without any muss or fuss. Having me in such a
passive and non-threatening position seemed to reassure the students
tremendously, so by the time the lessons ended, they were visibly relaxed
and at ease. Over the next several minutes, every one of them gradually got
to the point where the nudity was taken for granted - a non-issue, as it
were: not ignoring it, but simply indifferent to it.
When the lessons concluded, we all reclaimed the seats we'd had.
Susan was the first to field a question; "Does it hurt when you have sex?"
I couldn't resist the temptation, and said "No, not for me!" - and getting a
chorus of laughter before Jan answered, "For me, it did, a _little_, the
first time. After that, no, not a bit."
Kelly followed up, saying "It didn't hurt, but it was a little uncomfortable
at first. But it didn't take me long to get used to it, either. I think it
was just the newness of having someone inside me like that that made it feel
that way; since then, it's _wonderful_!" earning herself a set of grins.
At that point, I felt I had something worthwhile to contribute, telling them
"I don't think it *has* to hurt as much as you've maybe heard. If both you
and the guy take your time, and only go as fast as you're comfortable with,
and they guy is patient, there's no reason it should hurt that much. Too,
there's the question of how you are inside; sometimes, your maidenhead -
your 'cherry' - is thin and soft, and it isn't difficult to break it. Other
times, it's thicker and tougher; if that happens, then you just need to take
it slower and be more patient, and you can get past it without as much pain.
There's no telling in advance how it will go for you, so the thing to do is
only go as fast as you're comfortable with, physically."
Kelly and Jan shared a look before Kelly added "Dan was my first, just like
he was for Jan. With both of us, he was as patient and gentle and careful as
either one of us could have wanted. He helped me relax, and before he even
*tried* to be inside me, he gave me orgasms and made me feel good about what
we were doing."
Jan added "For both of us, he let *us* be on top, so that WE controlled what
happened. That helped a _lot_, knowing that he wasn't going to just push his
way in without caring what happened to us. It was *me* that told _him_ that
I wanted him inside me, and he did everything I could have wanted to make
sure I was ready; I was *so* excited and wet inside when we finally
started!"
"What did he do?" from Candice.
Again, Kelly and Jan shared a look before Jan answered "He started with me
before he did with Kelly; Uncle Dan is the one that helped me learn the sex
education stuff that I told you about. Every time I had a question, I could
ask him, and he would give me an honest answer without making me feel bad.
When I was ready, he was able to help me learn what kinds of things made me
feel good, and what made HIM feel good. So when I was finally ready to stop
being a virgin, he was able to get me *so* excited. He touched me on my
breasts and between my legs, he played with my breasts and sucked on them
and licked them, and even used his mouth on me between my legs."
"Wasn't that kinda, you know, gross?" Susan asked.
"Not a bit", Jan answered, "I had touched myself there before, and he had
touched me there, too, so it wasn't any big deal - except for how good it
felt! While he was teaching me about sex, I got to find out what I smelled
like, and even what I tasted like, there in my vagina. It felt good when _I_
did myself, and it was absolutely WONDERFUL when *he* did it."
"Maybe you think that what's between your legs is something bad, or
something you're supposed to be ashamed of. But what Dan has shown Jan and
me is that it *isn't*. Being touched there feels good, and when someone you
love does it, it feels even better. If the _feeling_ is good, physically,
and you love the person, then HOW they do it doesn't matter.", Kelly
offered.
Robyn asked, "You said that you learned what made HIM feel good, too. What
did you mean?"
Jan looked her right in the eye, and said "Dan likes a lot of the stuff that
we do - being touched, not just on his penis, but about anywhere on his
body. Just like he liked to use his mouth on me, I found out that I like to
use my mouth on HIM. It's not gross or anything; in fact, knowing that I can
make him happy and excited by doing that, it makes ME excited, too."
"What happens when he, uh, shoots his stuff?" Sandra asked.
Kelly answered, telling her "When he's inside me, I can feel it - there are
six or seven spurts when it happens, and it makes me feel even warmer and
slippery inside. Knowing that I've been able to make him feel as good as I
do when *I* have an orgasm makes me really happy. It feels so good when
we're making love that I like to use my mouth on him before, so that he has
a climax, and make love longer before he climaxes again. When he shoots in
my mouth, it doesn't have much flavor - just a little thick, and a little
bit salty. I like it, though, and swallow all of it he gives me."
Seeing the dubious looks on their faces, Jan chipped in, as well: "It's
true. I do it, too, and I *do* like it, for the same reasons. I'm not
telling you that you HAVE to do it, or even that you SHOULD do it; just be
willing to TRY it, and see if YOU like it, that's all."
Again, I tossed in my nickel's worth (inflation, you know): "How many of you
like wine?" - not all of them did - "Maybe you didn't like it the first time
you tried it. But you tried it anyway, didn't you? THEN you decided whether
or not you liked it - but only AFTER that first experience. It's a little
bit like the same thing: you can't really be sure if you like something or
not until you actually try it - maybe even two or three or more times. You
might find out it was just that one wine, and the rest will be good, or
you'll decide that you don't like _any_ wine - but you won't know until you
TRY."
Then Susan asked, "Don't the two of you mind, uh, sharing him? What happens
if one of you wants him when the other one does?"
Jan spoke up first, saying "I've known - and loved - Uncle Dan longer than
Kelly has. But the love I feel for him is different than what Kelly feels
for him. To me, he's like a part of my family - he's always been there when
I've needed someone or something. But I know that he isn't someone that I
can spend the rest of my life with - even if I wanted to. He knows how I
feel, and loves me anyway. I've known Kelly almost as long, and I know what
her family life was like. Uncle Dan is the kind of person that Kelly
deserves, and Kelly is the kind of person that Uncle Dan deserves. I'm
*happy* to see them together; I think they're perfect for each other. So it
doesn't bother me that Kelly gets to have him more than I do. That's because
I know that he still loves ME, too, as much as he does Kelly, but in a
different way. And I love Kelly, just like I love Uncle Dan, but in a
different way. Because I love her, and love Uncle Dan, I don't mind them
being together and making love - because I know they love me, too, in their
way."
Kelly added "I do love Jan, in a different way than I love Dan. I know that
Dan isn't going to stop loving me the way he does just because Jan shares
his bed sometimes. And because Dan makes me so happy, and I love Jan, I want
her to feel the happiness she gets from Dan, just like she wants me to feel
the happiness *I* get from him. All three of us love each other. It's in
different ways, but it's still LOVE. And because we love each other, we're
willing to share that love - and our time and our patience and our
affection. Jan doesn't ask for him that much, so it's no problem for me for
them to be together sometimes. But even if she wanted to move in here and
spend ALL her time with us, it would be okay - BECAUSE I love them, and
trust them, and respect them."
Here, too, I felt I had something to contribute.
"They're both right - I do love them, equally, but each in their own way.
Please understand that love - from the heart AND mind - isn't something that
you only have a little bit of. It's something that you _always_ have enough
of for the people that you care about. Think about the people that YOU love
most: do you love them in exactly the same way, or do you love them even a
little bit differently? Do you love one more than the other, or equally? Do
you think that the love you have for them is all the loving you can do, or
do you think you could love another person IN ADDITION TO them? That's the
kind of love I feel for Kelly and Jan - but with the additional aspect that
our love isn't just emotional, but physical and intellectual, as well."
Kelly followed me by telling them "As for what happens when both of us want
him, we share him. Yes, I mean that both of us make love with him at the
same time. Jan and I love and care for each other, and trust each other, so
we're not afraid or ashamed to be with him together. And because he DOES
love both of us, equally, he's able to make both of us happy, emotionally
AND physically."
Seeing the looks on their faces, Jan felt obliged to inform them "Understand
this: Uncle Dan has _shown_ us that love is patience and understanding and
caring. When the three of us make love together, it doesn't MATTER who has
more orgasms, or who does what with whom, as long as all three of us are
HAPPY. Kelly and I _know_ that Uncle Dan loves us, equally, so there's no
reason for us to compete for orgasms or to see which one of us can make him
happy - we both know that we DO make him happy, and that's all that matters.
If Dan and Kelly are happy, then I'm happy; if Dan and I are happy, then
Kelly is happy; and if Kelly and I are happy, then Dan is happy. If one of
us is unhappy for some reason, then the other two join together to make that
person feel good again, because we all love each other. Understand?"
Robyn, with a puzzled look on her face, asked us "I'm not sure if I really
understand what the three of you mean by 'love'. Can you explain it to me?"
Jan and Kelly looked at each other, then me, indicating that they wanted me
to explain first.
"What the three of us consider love to be is so simple, that it can only be
explained in a complicated way, really." Turning to Susan, I asked her
"Susan, would you say that you love me?"
She thought about it for a moment, and then said, "Yes, I guess I do, a
little bit."
"Why?" I asked.
It shook her up a bit, and she had to think about it before she could say
"Because you helped me with Phil. Because you've always been nice to me, and
don't talk to me like I'm a little kid. Because you've made my friends Jan
and Kelly happy. Because you help me feel good about myself.", she answered.
"Would you be surprised to know that I love you, too, a little?"
Again, she thought a moment before answering "No, not really."
"Why?"
"Because of all the things that you do that make me feel good."
"Did you love Phil?"
"Yes, at first; but not at the end."
"Why?"
"At first, he seemed so strong and acted like he cared about me,"
"Do you think Phil loved YOU?"
"No."
"Why?"
"He never seemed to want to do anything with me; he just wanted what HE
wanted."
"So you started by loving Phil because you thought you saw things in him
that you liked, and when you found out that they weren't really there,
didn't love him any more?"
"Yeah, I guess so."
"And you figured out that Phil didn't love you because he didn't respect the
things in your heart and mind that made you love him?"
"Yeah, I suppose."
"So you started loving Phil because of the good things - the values - that
you saw in him. And you didn't love him as much when you found out those
good things - those values - weren't there?"
"Yeah."
"And you stopped loving him when he didn't respect the good things - the
values - that you knew you had inside yourself?"
"Uh-huh."
"You started loving me when you saw the good things - the values - that I
have inside?"
"Yeah."
"And you know that I recognize and respect the good things - the values -
that you have inside, and respond to them with my love?"
"Sure!"
"You started out loving Phil, then me. You stopped loving Phil, but still
love me. Correct?"
"Yeah...." - she wasn't sure where this was going.
"What is the difference between me and Phil? Think about the questions I
just asked, and what your answers were."
She did think about it for a bit before her face sort of lit up, and she
said, "I gave Phil good, and he never gave it back. You do."
When she said that, the other 3 started to get it, too. Jan and Kelly were
already beaming.
"So when you tried to trade your good values with Phil, he kept what you had
to offer, but gave nothing in return. When you offer to trade your good
values with ME, I give you mine. I trade good values with you, and Phil
didn't."
"Yeah! That's it!", she responded - and again, Robyn, Sandra, and Candice
brightened a bit with the revelation.
"The other difference is that I don't _demand_ anything from you, the way
Phil did, do I? I accept what you offer me, and offer you an equal value
from me, correct?"
"That's right."
"But you only love me a little bit, right? Just as you know I love you a
little bit?"
"That's true."
"But you haven't offered me *everything* that is inside you, either, have
you? You haven't offered me the BEST that you know is inside you."
"No, I haven't", she said.
"And you know that I haven't offered YOU the best that is inside of ME."
"Yeah, I know that."
"So, what we feel for each other is a little bit of love - let's call it
affection - because we have exchanged some of the good that each of us has.
We have _traded_ some of the good we have with each other, and the result
has been the affection we feel. Now, if we traded the very BEST that we have
inside, don't you think the degree of love would increase, too?"
Four faces got thoughtful for a few moments before the sun of understanding,
of _knowing_, illuminated them. Bingo.
I went on, saying, "What is valuable to each person, and how valuable it is,
is something that only THEY can decide. And each person must decide for
themselves whether or not they are getting enough value in return for what
they offer of themselves. Love isn't just an emotional state; it's the
instant total of a lot of the _intellectual_ values that you have, too.
These can include respect, honor, trustworthiness, integrity, intelligence,
caring, and a lot more, in varying degrees. Now, when you see how other
people react to each other, you can understand what values they are
exchanging, and know how much love there is between them by how much they
value what they offer and receive. And most important, you can _respect_ the
choices they make, and honor them."
With this new understanding, the four of them looked at Jan and Kelly. It
was Kelly who spoke first, telling them "NOW you know, at least a little
bit, how Jan and I can share Dan so easily, and with so little difficulty -
not just with each other, but with you, as well. The three of us can share
so easily because of the tremendous trust we have for each other, and the
integrity and caring that each of us possesses. I trust Dan with Jan because
I know that both of them will give ME the trust that I give them, and I care
about both of them because I know that both of them care about ME, to the
same degree."
Jan added "We know that we can trust Dan with you because of HIS integrity
and honor, as well - we KNOW that his judgment is good because he values US
for OUR judgment. So if it happens that any or all of you happen to gain the
affection of one of us, you will have the other's affection, too, for the
same reasons. If that affection is physical, too, then all the better - but
it isn't a _necessity_ with us. I'm not upset or jealous when Dan is with
Kelly, and Kelly isn't jealous or upset when I'm with Dan - and Dan isn't
upset or jealous when Kelly and I are together."
It took a few seconds before that last part sank into their consciousness.
When it did, all four of them couldn't help but stare, their gazes moving
between Jan, Kelly, and me.
"You mean.... You two have.... REALLY?", from Candice.
Jan and Kelly both smiled, and Jan told them "Yes, us two, really." I simply
sat there with a "So, what's the problem?" expression.
It was Sandra that spoke next, saying "EEEEEwwwww! How COULD you?"
Kelly responded by saying "Easy. When Dan did it, it felt good. After he's
used his mouth on me, we've kissed, and I've tasted myself and it wasn't
gross or disgusting or anything."
Robyn spoke up, saying, "Yeah, but you're both GIRLS, and Dan's a GUY!"
Jan answered with a challenge, telling her "Maybe so, but I'll be that if
you were blindfolded and Dan kissed your body, then one of us kissed the
same place, you couldn't tell the difference!"
"I'll bet I could, too!"
"Want to try it, then?", Jan asked, with a grin.
Robyn paused a bit, and then said, "Okay, I will!"
Here, I spoke up, saying "And if you're wrong, and can't tell the
difference?"
That made her think it over before telling us "If I'm wrong, and can't tell
the difference, then either one of you can do what you want to with me, and
I'll do the same thing to you. But if I CAN tell the difference, then you
have to admit that what you did was wrong."
Kelly and Jan looked at each other, and smiled, before Jan accepted the
challenge: "Deal."
Kelly followed her by saying "Do any of the rest of you want to take the
Pepsi Challenge, too?"
The other three looked at each other for a bit, and by mutual accord,
accepted. Looking at me, Susan asked, "How do we do this?"
"Simple. The testee gets blindfolded. The other three are witnesses while
any of Jan, Kelly, or I do the kissing."
"Why all three of you?", Robyn asked.
"Easy - if it's me and one of them, you've got a 50-50 chance of being
right, even if you guess. If it's any of the three of us, you have to KNOW,
like you claim you can."
It was a valid point, so they agreed to it. Since Robyn was the most vocal
about it, she was the first to be blindfolded, after Jan went and got one of
the large bandanas I wore when doing yard work.
Once Robyn's eyes were covered, and it was established that she couldn't see
through the bandana, we were ready for the test. Jan, Kelly, and I had moved
down to the floor so that the sound of us getting up wouldn't betray who we
were.
The first kiss was from Kelly, who elected to kiss the upper slope of
Robyn's left breast. A few seconds later, I did the same.
Without removing the blindfold, Jan asked Robyn to say which kiss had been
by which sex.
Robyn turned her head from side to side as she thought about it for several
moments. Then her head stopped moving, but she still didn't answer the
question. Another minute went by, and it was Susan who repeated it, asking
"Boy or girl, Robyn? First or second?"
After another couple of minutes, Robyn finally spoke, admitting, "I can't
tell for sure. I *think* it was Dan that kissed me first, but I don't know
who kissed me second."
With that, she removed the blindfold, and with a little uncertainty on her
face, asked what had really happened. Candice broke the news to her that it
had been Kelly first, then me.
Next up was Susan. Blindfolded, we gave her several seconds to get used to
having it on before Jan kissed her on the cheek, and a few seconds later,
Kelly.
Susan, too, turned her head for several seconds, but finally admitted she
had no idea.
Once the blindfold was removed, Robyn told her what had happened.
Then Candice volunteered, and was duly blindfolded. Again, she was given
time to get used to it before the test began. This time, I went first,
kissing her softly on the throat, and a few seconds later, doing it again.
No head movement from her, but it was nearly a minute before she told us "I
_think_ it was the same person both times; but boy or girl I couldn't say."
Off with the blindfold, and Sandra told her that it had been me both times -
earning me a rather significant look from Candice.
Finally, Sandra had her eyes covered, and got the time to adjust to the
blindfold. This time, I went first again, kissing her on the point of her
shoulder. A few seconds later, Jan did the same. Sandra moved her head from
side to side for a bit, and finally ventured a guess: "Uh, girl first, boy
second?"
Her eyes were uncovered, and Kelly told her that it had been me, then Jan.
In light of the results, all four of them sat there for a couple of minutes,
thinking about what had just happened, and what it meant.
Finally, Robyn spoke up, saying, "Well, a bet is a bet, and I lost. I
learned something, but I still lost. Who wants to start where?", with a wry
grin and determined look on her face.
I quickly spoke up, telling her "Robyn, it's not a contest where anybody
loses anything. You just learned something, and that was the whole point of
it. I don't think anybody here is going to _make_ you do anything you're not
comfortable with."
She smiled at what I'd said, and replied "Yeah, I did learn. And I
appreciate the not-forcing thing; but I really want to find out if it means
as much as I thought it did."
I smiled back at her, and told her "Okay, then. Close your eyes, and keep
them closed until I tell you you can open them."
She did, and I leaned in to give her a kiss on the lips - and with only a
little prompting, one that expanded into a mutual tongue-massage.
When the kiss broke, I sat back, and said, "Now keep your eyes closed while
you think about whether or not you liked that."
She did, and a minute later, Kelly leaned forward, collecting her own kiss.
Hers lasted a little longer than mine had, but both of them broke apart
readily enough.
When Kelly had sat back, I told Robyn "That was the second kiss. Think about
whether it was better, worse, or equal to the first.", and let her think
about it for a couple minutes, until Jan indicated she wanted to join in.
"Now, you're going to get another one. Remember to keep your eyes closed
until I say you can open them, but make sure you really _experience_ the
next kiss."
A few moments later, Robyn and Jan were in a lip lock - and a bit later,
exploring each other's tonsils. I saw Jan's hand come up, and cup Robyn's'
breast, causing her to start just a bit before letting it continue. After a
few seconds, I finally told her "Okay, Robyn, you can open your eyes."
She did, briefly - but when she saw it was Jan kissing her, quickly shut
them again, and continued the kiss, and even moved her hand up to caress
Jan's breast, in return.
As we all watched, they continued for a couple more minutes, each touching
and caressing the other's breast, and clearly enjoying their experience.
Finally, though, they separated - both of them clearly reluctant to break
apart.
Looking at each of us in turn, Robyn said, "All the kisses felt good. I
don't know who kissed first, and who kissed second; they were both great.
You're right - regardless of who does it, the physical sensation feels
good." - and went on to lean over to Kelly, and collect a kiss that appeared
to be every bit as involved as what she'd just shared with Jan.
With that, Candice didn't hesitate to move over toward me, saying, "If you
can kiss me like that when I'm not looking, I want to find out what you can
_really_ do!" before planting herself almost in my lap and her lips on mine.
Thus encouraged, I didn't hesitate to give her my best shot - and she didn't
seem to hold back, either. In only a couple of seconds, our tongues were in
each other's mouths, and seconds after that, she took my hands and pulled
them up to her breasts - giving me permission to hold them for a bit, as I
explored their weight and texture before I started caressing them, and
rubbing my thumbs over her nipples, feeling them erect as I did.
When we finally separated, both of her nipples were visibly erect, and she
was clearly aroused. Between pants, she managed to tell me "Damn! I don't
know whether to be sorry I waited so long, or glad that I started with you!"
I smiled and nodded my head at the compliment, telling her "Either or both
is fine. Just do what feels comfortable, and you'll do fine."
With that, she turned her head, and saw that Jan had been watching us, a
smile on her face. Without hesitation, Candice moved to her, and they began
their own explorations.
Robyn and Kelly had finally come up for air, and Susan quickly moved over to
them, collecting a hesitant kiss from each of them. Before long, all three
were sharing time with each other - two would kiss and caress while the
third showered both of them with soft, gentle touches, savoring the new
experience.
With my lap again clear, Sandra came over to me, and after a bit of
hesitation, sat in my lap, her legs on each side of mine. My penis had
gotten semi-erect during my time with Candice; enough so that there wasn't a
doubt in my mind that she could feel it as it softly pressed against her
mons.
Putting her arms around me, she put her head on my shoulder, and whispered
in my ear "Are you going to make love with me? To teach me what it's really
like to be a woman?"
I gently pushed her back, so that I could look into her face as I told her
"If you're ready for it, I _can_. But the final decision is YOURS, not mine.
It isn't something you have to do, or even should do, either here and now,
or later, with me or with someone else. It's up to YOU to decide when you're
ready, and how you want it to happen, and with who. If you decide that you
want me to help guide you, I would be honored - whether it's only to guide
you part of the way, or to complete the journey with you. The choice is
yours, and that final step isn't here yet. You can stop anywhere you want,
at any time, by just saying the word 'no' - and I, and everyone else, will
respect that decision, and not think badly of you. That is one of the most
basic of rules in this house: each person has to make their own decisions,
for their own reasons, and everyone else must respect those choices. You
have the freedom to make any choice you want; and the responsibility of
making sure that choice is right for YOU, and no one else."
She smiled at me, and said "That's what I needed to hear. I know I can trust
you. I've been thinking about this for a while now, and I'm sure I'm ready;
the only thing I wasn't sure about was the 'who' - and you've settled that.
As far as I'm concerned, the only questions left are when and where. My
choice would be now and here."
"You might want to check with Kelly and Jan on that. I don't know if they
would object, but they might have other plans.", I told her.
"Oh, I would! They're my _friends_, and I'd never do anything like that
without checking with them first!", she replied.
Satisfied that she wasn't going to be summarily refused, she leaned in again
and hugged me before pulling my hands up to her breasts. With them in my
hand, she put her hands on my shoulders, and moved in to kiss me - and in
the process, making sure I knew that she was quite serious about wanting us
to make love as I caressed her breasts and body.
By the time we broke our kiss, the others had gotten through the initial
flurry of activity, and were sitting back, watching us. To Sandra's
surprise, Kelly and Jan were both looking at us, smiling - and clearly
without any jealousy or upset.
Looking at them, then the rest, she told them "I decided some time ago that
I wanted to find out what it was like to make _love_, and lose my virginity.
Talking to us tonight, Dan made me realize that he was just the kind of
person that I wanted. I asked him if he would make love to me, and make me a
woman. He said that he was honored, and willing; but that I needed to check
with Jan and Kelly. He also told me that he didn't know if they would
object, but that they might have other plans. So I'd like to ask them if
they mind if I, uh, 'borrow' him for a little while, and ask what they have
in mind for the rest of us tonight. As much as I want Dan to be my first, I
don't want to miss out on finding out what another woman is like, either."
The last part of her statement first surprised the other three guests, and
then made them smile as they looked at each other. Kelly and Jan exchanged a
glance, then looked at me for a bit before Kelly spoke.
"We - Jan and I - talked to Dan about the possibility that somebody might
want to have what we called 'lessons' from him. He told us that he was
agreeable, but that he was NOT going to push for it, and that he would be
_extremely_ reluctant about making love with anyone unless he was sure they
were ready.", she said.
She went on, saying "Like I said before, Jan and I _trust_ him, just like he
trusts us. If any of you want to 'borrow' him, as Sandra said, it's okay
with us - just be careful not to use him all up, so that the rest of us can
have some fun, too!", with a smile.
Jan spoke next, saying, "Kelly's right - we don't mind if you want to learn
from him. We understand that some of you may be more shy than others, so if
you want to go into one of the bedrooms, that's fine - if the bedroom door
is closed, no one will disturb you; if it's open, you're taking the chance
that one of the rest of us may join you. Sandra spoke up first, so she gets
to have him first; when she's done, we'll talk with him and find out if
anyone else is interested, too. None of us cares what you do or don't do
with him; the only reason we want to talk is to make sure that there aren't
any problems with who gets him when."
Sandra spoke up again, asking, "You said we didn't want to 'use him up'. Uh,
how much is enough, and how much is too much?"
That seemed to be something Kelly and Jan hadn't considered. When they
didn't say anything for a bit, I offered the idea I'd had.
"Uh, not to brag or anything, but I can delay having a climax for a while.
How about if anyone interested can have me until I climax?", I asked.
Kelly and Jan thought about that for a minute, and finally Jan said "Yeah,
that sounds pretty good - Uncle Dan can usually hold off until Kelly or I
have had at least one orgasm, and usually a couple."
Kelly had her own suggestion, though, saying "Yeah, that's about right - but
we both know it's easier on him if he's already had one, too. Uh, how about
if Jan and I give him one, first, so that he lasts longer after that? If you
want, I think we can even do it here, so you can see what's going on with
making love, and have some idea of what YOU want to do with him."
The offer seemed to surprise our guests (almost as much as it did me!), but
they readily agreed to it - as much out of a wish to see what happened as
the desire to be 'fair'.
Sandra readily climbed off my lap, and took a seat on the floor, facing the
couch. Jan and Kelly quickly moved up to sit next to me, one on each side.
After they exchanged a glance, it was Jan that leaned over to grasp my
penis, and take it into her mouth. The other four watched in rapt attention
as she began sucking on me, and caressing my testicles while Kelly and I
started kissing as I caressed her breasts and nipples.
All things considered, it didn't take long before I was fully erect. When I
was, Jan didn't seem to hesitate to slide a hand over, and begin running a
finger between Kelly's labia, with frequent extensions of her actions to
include Kelly's clitoris. In only a couple of minutes, it was clear that
Jan's actions were having the desired effect from the ample lubrication
Kelly was leaving on Jan's finger. After only a little longer, Kelly moved
around, so that she was on my lap, her back against my chest. With her head
turned we were easily able to continue kissing as I resumed my ministrations
to her breasts, and particularly, her nipples. As I was doing that, Jan went
back to using her mouth on me for a little while, before moving on to apply
her considerable oral talents on Kelly's labia and clitoris. Back and forth
she went between us, getting us both thoroughly aroused and prepared before
Kelly finally raised herself up, and scooted forward, so that she was
positioned over my saliva-glistening erection. Jan held me steady, and as
Kelly lowered herself, used her other hand to direct Kelly as she positioned
me, until Kelly was finally able to feel the head of my penis pressing
against her vaginal entrance. Demonstrating a measure of exhibitionism I
didn't know she had, Kelly leaned back again, giving our four guests a view
I knew they'd never forget. After she lowered herself onto me a ways, she
stopped, and then raised up again, both spreading her female oils along me,
but making sure that the four on the floor could see that I really, truly
was inside her - as if there had been any doubt.
A couple more motions like that, and I was fully embedded in her - and when
I was, Jan quickly put her tongue to work where Kelly and I were joined -
but branching out to apply suction on Kelly's clitoris, or to lick and
softly suck on my testicles. She also reached one hand up to replace mine on
Kelly's breast, and used the other to play with her own breasts, and pubis.
The others were absolutely mesmerized by the scene before them: me and
Kelly, joined as they'd never seen before, Kelly clearly enjoying the
feeling of my hardness as it filled, then emptied, her by turns; and Jan,
adding to our pleasure, and ensuring her own.
When it occurred to me to look at them, I could see that all of our guests
at least had a hand on their own breast; a couple - including Sandra - had
one in their crotches, as well.
With the feelings that Kelly and Jan were giving me, and the views I had of
the girls as they aroused themselves, I was easily moving toward my release.
Judging by her gasps and moans, and the way she shuddered as we joined,
Kelly wasn't far from her climax, either. As our lovemaking continued,
Kelly's arousal continued to grow along with mine - in only a couple of
minutes, my attentions and Jan's had her climaxing, her frantic bouncing on
my lap helping to bring me to the edge as she spasmed around me. When her
orgasm passed, she raised herself off of me with an audible 'pop' as my
penis came free of her feminine hold. Jan quickly took me into her mouth,
and continued the motions that Kelly had started, and applied a suction
along my length as she used her tongue to 'tickle' the underside of the
glans. In only a few seconds, my balls drew up, and I fired the first of
several shots of semen. To my surprise, Jan took the first couple of my jets
in her mouth, but as their intensity decreased, removed her mouth to let me
spurt into the air.
When all that was left was a dribble of semen running down my
rapidly-softening penis, she turned to the others, and told them "I took the
first couple of shots of his semen in my mouth; they're *much* stronger than
what you saw, and have more of his juice. There's still some of it on him,
so if you want to find out what it tastes like, you can put a little on your
finger. Uh, he's had a vasectomy, so Kelly didn't have to worry about
getting pregnant; she just got off of him so that I could have him, too."
With that, all four of them readily reached out to take a small sample of my
semen onto their finger - and then on into their mouths. None of them made
any indication of distaste; in fact, Robyn and Susan both gave it a moment's
thought, then smiled a bit, and nodded.
Satisfied that she knew what I tasted like, Sandra moved forward, and began
the process of cleaning me off with her mouth and tongue. Only when she was
satisfied that she'd gotten every drop left to her did she stop, and sit
back.
For their parts, Kelly and Jan easily moved from the couch to the floor,
apparently making themselves available not only for inspection, but for
conversation as well.
Sandra listened in as the others began quietly discussing what had happened.
After a few minutes, she quietly moved up next to me, and whispered to me
"I'm ready, whenever you are." Taking my hand and holding it in her lap, she
laid her head on my shoulder, content for the moment with the casual
contact.
A couple of minutes later, when I'd fully caught my breath, I turned to look
at her; she raised her head and we looked into each other's eyes - and in
hers, I saw acceptance of the situation, and confidence in the decision
she'd made.
I smiled, and told her "You have my full attention. You're in charge, and I
will follow your example."
With that reassurance, she stood, and still holding my hand, indicated that
she wanted me to stand, as well. When I did, she quietly led me toward the
hallway, and then on into the master bedroom. To their credit, Kelly and Jan
managed to keep the conversation in the den going, so there wasn't any
detectable notice taken of our departure.
Once in the bedroom, Sandra guided me over to the bed, and gently pushed on
my shoulders, directing me to sit on the edge. Once I was seated, she moved
to close the door, then stand in front of me, giving me a full, unimpeded
look at her nakedness, inviting my examination of her. What I saw was an
attractive young girl that could easily pass for anything between 16 and 20
years of age. The tallest of them at about 5' 8" or so, her yellow-blonde
hair was worn straight, and just a bit past her shoulders. Her rounded
breasts were a bit larger than half-softballs, and were tipped with pale
pink nipples and half-dollar-sized areolas that were only a couple of shades
darker than her skin. A pale yellow patch of short, but full, pubic hair
extended only a little way past her pubic bone, and extended down to her
labia - which were clearly visible, as was her clitoral hood. She was
slender, but not thin - indeed, she presented a very nice, softly curved
form.
When my eyes returned to hers, I could see a look of mild concern on her
face. I hastened to assure her "You look delightful. Everything is there in
the right places in *very* nice proportions. If you've had any worries about
what you look like, I can assure you, you can forget about them."
She smiled, and moved to sit next to me before telling me "The, uh, lessons
were nice but I'd like to have a more, um, personal lesson, if that's okay."
"Of course - like I said, you're in charge, and we do whatever YOU want us
to do. Just let me know what you want, and I'll do It.", I replied.
"I'd, uh, like you to just lay down, with your legs open a little bit."
I moved to the center of the bed, and did as she asked; while I got
situated, her eyes never left mine, seeking reassurance that she really was
in control. She continued to watch me as she reached out to take hold of my
penis before scooting herself across the bed a bit to get herself a better
look at it. After reminding her to be careful and gentle, I kept quiet and
didn't move as she spent the next several minutes examining me - lifting my
penis to examine it from virtually all directions; taking my testicles in
her hand, hefting them and rolling them in her hand to get a feel (forgive
the pun) for them; pulling the skin back from the head, and examining it.
When she finished, she turned to look up at me, and smiled, saying, "Thanks
for being so patient. I'm nervous about all this, but not afraid - you know
what I mean? It's like I know what I want us to do, but I'm afraid of not
knowing HOW to do it."
"It's okay, Sandra. I'm your guide - you tell me where you want us to go,
and I help you find the way there. I know you haven't been here before, so
I'm not going to push you to move too quickly; we only go as fast as YOU
want us to. Again, like a guide, I want you to have the time to enjoy
however much of the trip you want to take, so that wherever it ends, you're
happy. That's *all* that matters to me: that whenever you call an end to
this, you're happy with where you are, and how you got there. If I start to
do something you're not comfortable with, all you have to do is tell me
'no', and that's the end of it - no muss, no fuss. If there's something YOU
want to do, do it. If there's something you want ME to do, tell me, and I
promise you it will happen. If there's something you want to know, ask me,
and I'll give you the best answer I've got. If it isn't enough, we'll find
the rest of it together. I can't emphasize this enough: YOU ARE IN CONTROL
HERE. I like you, and I'm not going to do _anything_ to upset or hurt you,
no matter what."
That seemed to relax her considerably, but I could still see a bit of
hesitancy, and asked her "I get the feeling that there's still something on
your mind. What is it?"
"The lessons out there were nice, and I really learned something from them -
I mean, I'm not worried that I'm weird down there, between my legs, any
more. But there's other stuff that I want to know about, and I'm still kinda
afraid to ask It.", she answered.
"Don't worry about it. There's always something that all of us don't know,
or are curious about, but are afraid to ask about. All I can do is tell you
that I can promise that no matter *what* questions you want to ask, no
matter what experiences you want to try, I'm not going to be upset with you,
or think badly about you. You might have noticed, I don't judge people that
way - I have my hands full being in charge of me, and I don't have any
inclination to try and tell other people what's right for them. Remember
when Phil showed up in Jan's back yard?"
"Yeah."
"Remember what I told Susan about going with him? That I wasn't going to
force her _not_ to do something that someone else was trying to force her TO
do?"
"Uh-huh"
"The same idea applies here: just as I don't let other people tell ME what I
should think is right or wrong, or how to live, I don't do that to other
people. If you told me that you wanted to smear me with cream gravy and bark
like a dog before you got sexually excited, I would accept it without making
any kind of judgment of you as a person. The only dumb question, the only
question you should be ashamed of, is the one you DON'T ask. Okay?"
With that, I could see her calm down, and accept my willingness to help her
without judging her. She moved up so that she was lying next to me, and
looked into my eyes before telling me "I liked the way you kissed me, and
how you touched me. Would you do it again?"
I smiled at her, and answered "It would be my pleasure!" before leaning over
to kiss her softly on the lips as I put my hand on her belly.
Our kiss started out soft and gentle, but after a few moments, she pulled my
hand up to her breasts; as I softly stroked them, and her nipples, her lips
parted - and from there, things quickly escalated.
Continuing to play with her breasts, I gradually broke off our kiss so that
I could move on to shower her face and throat with feather-light kisses, and
softly 'biting' her skin with my lips. After a couple minutes of that, she
was panting slightly, and when I looked down at her, I could see that she
had started to develop the slightest blush of arousal. Looking at me through
hooded eyes, she smiled at me, and said "That's very nice - but there's
more, isn't there?"
"If you want it, yes.", I answered.
She responded by telling me "I do. Teach me."
We kissed again, less with passion than intimacy; when it ended, I resumed
the light kisses and gentle biting with my lips - but branched out to
include her ears and neck and shoulders. Only when I felt the movement as
she parted her legs did I start a gradual descent down her body, expanding
my efforts to include her throat and chest, and eventually, the upper slopes
of her breasts. As my head moved down her body, my hand kept pace, so that
by the time my lips found the nipple on her breast, my hand was free to
caress her from her shoulder to _just short_ of her mons; as I caressed her
belly, I would occasionally trace my fingers through the fringes of her
pubic hair - but never closer to her womanhood than that.
When I finally took her nipple and areola into my mouth, and nursed at them,
she gasped with pleasure, and her hips raised off the bed in an involuntary
motion. After a few moments, I released the tip of her breast so I could
sample the other, as well - and found it to be equally delightful: her fair,
soft skin had a slightly sweet taste to it, and it was a delight to lick at
her firm breasts, from where they joined her body, all the way out to their
peaks. My hand found that her arousal had tightened her breasts, so that
they were even firmer than they had been when I first touched them. As I
continued my ministrations to her breasts, I kept my hand moving, as well;
each time it approached her mons, her hips would lift slightly in invitation
- but it wasn't until I detected the first, faint tangy scent of her arousal
that I allowed myself to move past her belly. Even then, I didn't directly
touch her womanhood; instead, I simply expanded my touches to include her
hips and legs, and the insides of her thighs, always careful to circle
around the center of her desire.
Her hands were on my head, guiding me to where she wanted my attentions; I
was more than happy to do as she wanted, savoring the texture and taste of
her.
I gradually moved the focus of my hand from her body to her belly; when she
finally raised her hips off the bed and held them there, I knew that she was
ready for the next step - and slowly began approaching her womanly flower.
First brushing her labia in passing, then gradually making more and more
contact with them, until finally, my hand was centered on her mons. I traced
my fingers through her short, dense bush, always returning to the hot, wet
opening she presented to me. I finally allowed one of my fingers to trace a
path between her vaginal lips and across her clitoris; when I did, I thought
that she was going to climax, so strong was her reaction: snapping her
pelvis up, she released a noise that was somewhere between a gasp of desire,
and a grunt of pleasure.
With that kind of encouragement, I did it again, with much the same results,
and again, and again. Before long, her labia were fully extended and open,
and there were enough of her juices on my finger that there was no chance of
hurting her as I used it to stroke and rub her clitoral hood - making her
clitoris even more apparent, and even bringing it out completely.
With her obvious arousal, I began exploring her labia with my fingers even
more, and as I did, gradually sliding a finger between them, and entering
her _ever_ so slightly. Each time I did, I could feel her pressing against
me in acceptance and encouragement. Eventually, I did slide the tip of my
finger into her opening and held it there, leaving her free to move herself
onto it or not. She did - at least, as far as she could. Above my head, I
could hear her frustrated moan, and finished the job by pressing it the rest
of the way into her, and hearing her gasp of pleasure. Using the palm of my
hand to rhythmically press on her clitoris, I began slowly pistoning my
finger in and out of her, feeling it as she relaxed her internal muscles to
let it in, and clamping down to try and hold it on the way out. Only a
couple of strokes were needed before her oils were thoroughly distributed,
making my actions even easier. I continued like that, pressing her clitoris
in time with the stroking of my finger, for a couple of minutes, until she
had a small orgasm.
When it was over, I carefully withdrew from her, and heard her say "I.... I
want to taste It.", hesitantly.
I released her nipple from my mouth, so that I could watch her as I moved my
hand up to her face. She gave my hand a little sniff, and then looking right
in my eyes, put her lips around my finger, and began sucking her own oils
off it. Watching her was an incredibly erotic experience, and I looked
forward to finding out how deep her sensuality ran.
When she had cleaned it off, she let my finger slid from her mouth; and
still looking me directly in the eyes, and with an impish grin, said "Hmmm.
Different, but not bad. I think I could learn to like it, easy enough!"
I grinned back, then moved up to kiss her - and got a second-hand sample of
what my next goal was.
When our kiss broke, I moved back down her body - pausing briefly to give
each of her nipples a brief suckle and kiss. Once my head was below them, I
went back to kissing her skin as I slowly moved my way toward her legs. I
paused for a while at her navel, kissing and licking at it, and even blowing
a brief 'fart' noise in it - and making her giggle - before continuing on my
journey.
As I got close to my target, I moved myself to between her firm, smooth
legs; when I looked up at her, the only expression on her face was that of
eager anticipation - her eyes held only trust and confidence.
When I was finally in position to have a full view of her most intimate
place, she willingly spread her legs even farther, and raised her knees up
to give me a bit more room. That made her thighs more convenient to me, and
I began by kissing the insides of them, starting at one knee, and working my
way up, across, and back down to the other, careful to circle around her
clitoris and labia. I then reversed the route, finishing up a trifle higher
on her thigh than I'd started. Back and forth I went, each time shortening
the distance, until I was finally kissing her on each side of the flower of
her womanhood, and it's heady scent. With a final look into her eyes - and
seeing only the desire for me to continue - I dipped my head down, and ran
my tongue through her cleft from bottom to top, dipping ever so slightly
into her opening, before finishing up by flicking my tongue across her
clitoris a few times. The attention to her clitoris earned me a moan of
appreciation and lust, and I could feel her thighs tighten on my head
briefly.
Using my thumbs to spread her slightly, I took a few moments to examine her,
and savor the view she gave me: her pubic hair thinned out rapidly from her
opening to her perineum, leaving a clear view of her extended labia. They
were thin, and of medium length; glistening smoothly from her secretions. As
the top, they gently faded under her clitoral hood, which was fairly
prominent. I could see the beginnings of her clitoris as it hid - but it was
also clear that it was more than ready to make an appearance under the right
conditions. Conditions that I was eager to arrange.
I looked up, and seeing a mild concern on her face, told her "You're lovely
here. A womanly flower in full bloom - something that _any_ man would
delight to see."
She smiled in relief, and I didn't hesitate to again drop my head so that I
could enjoy her most intimate offering.
I again dipped my tongue into her, gathering up a small sample of the nectar
she produced, savoring it's fresh and tangy flavor. It was also a trifle
thicker than I'd expected - but still oily and wet. For the next couple of
minutes, I did nothing but lap at her secretions, drawing more and more of
them out as my attentions had the desired effect on her. Finally, though, I
knew that I had to take care of the pleasant task of introducing her to the
other pleasures she could feel from oral sex.
I quickly took each of her labia in my mouth, gently sucking on them for a
few seconds before softly pulling them even farther away from her opening,
and coating them with my saliva. Then I went on to put my whole mouth over
the entrance to her vagina, and applied a mild suction, as though to tease
her ample juices into my mouth - and earning myself a moan of arousal as she
pressed herself against my mouth in encouragement. From there, I moved up to
her clitoris, now more visible, taking it between my lips and gently
'chewing' on it as I softly pressed on it with the tip of my tongue. Again,
I was rewarded with a gasping moan, and her thighs clamped down on my head
to hold me in place. Only when I let my actions taper off did I feel her
thighs relax, releasing me from her sweet bondage.
Over the next several minutes, I continued my attentions to her womanly
center - each time I refocused on a different part of her, it only seemed to
ratchet her arousal even higher, until, finally, when I was applying a soft,
regular suction on her clitoris, she had a powerful orgasm, taking my head
in her hands and holding my mouth to her pubis as her thighs clamped down on
my head, as if trying to pinch it off.
Spasm after spasm raced through her body, each accompanied by a keening
whine. As each spasm hit her, I would apply additional suction to her
clitoris, in time and proportion to her pleasure.
Eventually, her orgasm tapered off, and she released her hold on my head,
and her thighs fell apart. I easily moved up to lie next to her, holding her
as she caught her breath and regained her senses.
A few minutes later, she suddenly rolled over to face me and gave me a
fierce hug. When she finally let go, and pulled back from a little bit, I
could see tears in her eyes and joy on her face as she told me "Thank you!
You've made me feel *so* good! I've had orgasms before, but they were like
when you were using your hand on me; I've *never* had one as wonderful as
what you just did!"
With that, she took me in her arms again, and laid her head on my chest,
where I could feel her tears dripping onto my skin. I put my arms around
her, and held her as I told her "Sandra, that's what making love is supposed
to be about - making the other person feel as good as you can, because you
_care_ about them. You trusted me to be the first to start teaching you
about making love, and because you trusted me, I DO care about you, and want
to make it as nice as I possibly can for you."
"You mean there's even more?", she asked into my chest.
"If you want there to be, yes."
"As good as that?", a little awe in her voice.
"Probably. Maybe even better, sometimes.", I answered.
At that, she raised herself over me so she could look into my face, and told
me "Even if the rest of it is only as good as what happened the first time,
and the second one is the special one, I want to learn. God! How I want to
learn!"
"I want you to remember something, though. Making love is something that
everyone has to learn. Having sex, to get your own pleasure, is instinct;
making love, to give someone else pleasure, is *learned*. I can't teach you
everything - I can't even teach you the little bit I know - in just one
session. All I can hope to do is teach you to be open to the idea of trying
new experiences, so that you can find out for yourself what parts about
making love you like, and which ones you don't. You can learn a little bit
from me, and when you find another guy, you can learn some from him, and so
on. As long as you and the other person are honest with each other, and
trust each other, you never have to stop learning from each other, and
there's not much chance that you'll ever get tired or bored about making
love. In fact, just the phrase 'making _love_' is a description of what is
supposed to be happening, and instructions on how to MAKE it happen. As long
as you remember what love is, and don't settle for anything less, you'll do
fine."
She looked down at me for a moment before saying "I think you're a better
teacher than you give yourself credit for. And I think you teach more than
you think you do. You don't tell people to be like you; instead, you set an
example, and if they ask, tell them how you do it, and then let them make
the choice. You're honest, and caring, and gentle, and all the things that
anyone should want to be like, boy OR girl. I can understand how easy it was
for Jan and Kelly to fall in love with you - I'm doing it, myself. You're a
decent, loving person, and you make me want to be like you - and you give me
the courage to try."
Then, getting a mischievous look on her face, she went on, saying "But
that's for later. Right now, there's this making love thing I want to learn
- and I want to practice what you've already taught me!"
With that, and a twinkle in her eye, she kissed me. I mean *really* kissed
me, as though she were not only enjoying what we were doing, but savoring
the taste of herself that remained on my face. When the kiss finally broke,
she slowly moved herself down, kissing my chest - and even sucking on MY
nipples - then my stomach, and on to my belly (pausing long enough to do to
my navel pretty much what I'd done to hers - including noisily blowing into
it), and finally reaching my penis.
Without hesitation, she took it into her mouth, and began applying a gentle
suction as she used her tongue to lick it. When she found that I was
sensitive under the head, she quickly fixated on that area, and soon had me
nearly fully erect. When I'd reached that point, she released me from her
mouth to her hand, holding me so that she could trace her tongue from just
under the glans and on down to between my testicles, where she easily took
one, then the other, into her mouth, ever-so-softly sucking on them, before
washing my entire scrotum with her tongue. She then reversed her course, and
traced her way back to the head, applying small lip-nibbles along the way.
By the time she got to the head, I was fully erect, but she went ahead,
taking a couple of minutes to suck on my length, making sure that I was
completely ready, and thoroughly wetted with her saliva.
When she was satisfied with her handiwork (I was happy with it LONG before
she was!), she looked up at me, saying "I know you're ready - and I am, too.
What do we do next?"
"Anything that gets your part 'A' line up with my part 'B' will do the
trick, but it would probably be easiest on you if you were on top of me, so
that you're in control."
"You mean like you on your back, and me over you?"
"Yep, just like that."
"It sounds right, but I want us to be able to kiss and touch each other,
too. Wouldn't it still work if you were sitting up?", she asked.
"Sure. Uh, this might take a little while, so how about if I lean back
against the headboard?"
"That's fine! I just want to DO it!"
At that, she released me, and I sat up and scooted myself backward, until I
was resting against the headboard, with a pillow for a cushion. As I was
doing that, she'd gotten off the bed at the foot, and walked around to the
side; when I was situated, she simply stepped up onto the bed, and then over
me, so that she was standing in front of me, facing me. I took the
opportunity to hold her delightfully full and firm asscheeks in my hands,
and pulled her forward a bit, so that her mons was even with my face. As I
leaned forward a bit, she saw what I wanted to do, and readily tilted her
pelvis forward and spread her legs, giving me easy access to her womanhood.
Her clitoris was fully erect, and on her extended and slightly parted labia
I could easily see little dewdrops of her nectar. I eagerly licked them up,
and went on to add my saliva to the moisture at her entrance, and flick my
tongue across her clitoris in a rapid, gentle strumming that soon had her
moaning her pleasure. But she wanted more, and after reluctantly pulling
herself away from me slightly, dropped to her knees, so that she was
straddling my lap, her opening only a few inches away from my erection.
When she was situated, I gently took her face in my hands, and told her
"Sandra, there's no hurry on this. YOU are in control here, and I am NOT
going to do ANYTHING to hurry you. This only happens if YOU want it to. It
only happens HOW you want it to. You can go as fast or as slow as YOU want;
and you can even stop it at any time, and I will not complain, or be unhappy
with you, or think badly about you. What happens here, now, is up to YOU -
under NO circumstances am I going to say *anything* to _anyone_ about what
does or doesn't happen between us. If you want to go back into the den right
now and tell all of them that we made wild, passionate love, then I will not
disagree with you or say anything against you - to ANYONE."
I could see that she was nervous, but surprisingly, not afraid. When I
finished talking to her, she simply said "I know that, Dan. I know I can
trust you, and I know that you're not going to hurt me, or rush me, or
anything like that. THAT's why I know I want _you_ to be my first - because
it will be easier and nicer with you than anyone else I can think of."
With that, she kissed me, softly, on the lips, before reaching down between
us to take hold of my still-slick penis. When she realized that she wasn't
quite in the right position, she scooted forward a bit, so that her knees
were on each side of my hips, and lowered herself until my penis made it's
first contact with her opening. She paused then, and looking into my eyes,
began impaling herself on it, slowly. To our mutual surprise, it seemed to
slide into her fairly easily. She did gasp slightly when the head finally
popped past the opening, and stopped for a moment.
Still looking into her eyes, I said, "That's it. Stop whenever you want, for
whatever reasons you want. I'm here, and I'm not going anyplace." - a small
smile from her - "We've got all the time you want. Take as much of it as you
need. The ONLY important thing here is that you're comfortable, and you
don't get hurt. If you have _any_ trouble or discomfort getting me inside,
then stop for a minute. It might help if you slid me out a little bit
sometimes, so that your wetness spreads around a little better, and makes
things slide a little easier. But most important is that you just do what
feels comfortable, and only go as fast or slow as you're happy with."
She nodded her understanding, and gave me another quick kiss on the lips,
saying "Thanks, Dan, I will." Then she took my hands in hers, and put them
on her hips, telling me "Help hold me steady, okay?", before putting her
hands on my shoulders.
When she felt that I was only putting enough pressure on her hips to let her
know that I had hold of her, but not a bit more, she smiled at me for a
moment before raising herself up slightly - apparently in an effort to let
her lubrication get better distributed. Then she pressed herself down again,
getting herself around perhaps another inch of me. Again, she stopped, eyes
closed, and panting slightly. I could feel that she was trying to relax
around me, and didn't say or do anything to disturb her concentration. After
a bit, I could feel it as she got a little better control of her internal
muscles, Shortly after that, she raised herself up again, a little farther
than she had the first time, and settled back down. It seemed to make her
feel better, and she did it a couple more times, going a little farther, and
settling down a little faster, each time.
I welcomed this pause - she was incredibly hot inside, and tight, and the
fluttering and milking sensations as she learned to control her internal
muscles was phenomenal. It was only by distracting myself from how she felt
during those pauses that I was able to avoid climaxing too soon.
Finally, though, she was ready to continue - raising herself slightly, and
then letting her weight force her farther down onto me - my hands still on
her hips, guiding, but not forcing, her. This effort gained her perhaps
another inch of me inside her; she seemed more comfortable with what she was
feeling, too. The pause as she adjusted didn't take as long this time, and
when she raised up to let me slide out of her a bit, she let nearly the
entire gains she'd made escape, keeping only the head of my erection inside
her before letting herself drop again. A brief pause, and up she went again
- and this time, I could feel it as her feminine oils were spread around,
She waited only a moment at the top, and impaled herself again, a bit
faster. Another pause, and she slid herself up, and back down again, easily.
I was still looking into her face, where she had a look of both
concentration and distraction - but not pain or discomfort.
A couple more time, she raised and lowered herself over me, each time a bit
faster, and apparently, a bit more easily. Finally, looking me in the eyes
again, she raised herself up, and with a single motion, lowered herself all
the way, taking me inside completely. When she felt herself pressing against
my lap, she immediately stopped, and held still for several moments.
Worried, I asked her "Are you okay? Are you hurt? Do you want to stop, or
get off me?"
It took her a couple moments, but she finally told me "No, I'm fine - I'm
not hurt or anything, and I _definitely_ don't want to stop, or get off of
you. God, this feels incredible! It's like there was an empty place in me
that I didn't know about, and it's finally filled, and it feels so GOOD! I
just need a little bit to get used to it, is all. You're fine, there's
nothing to worry about, okay?"
She saw how intently I was looking at her, and smiled in reassurance that
she really was okay. I still didn't move, though, giving her all the time
she needed or wanted as she again got a distracted look on her face.
As the seconds went by, it became obvious that she was adjusting to the new
sensations and feelings she was having - the look on her face gradually
faded, to be replaced by one of pleasure and arousal. I thought I felt a
slight tickling on my balls, but didn't want to disturb her by trying to
find out what it was - but when she sighed and raised herself over me again,
I could see what it must have been: there were plainly traces of blood on my
penis, and it had matted down my pubic hair a bit, as well. When she settled
herself down again, she looked at me, and saw the concern and worry on my
face.
Worried, she asked "What? Am I doing something wrong? What is it?"
Without saying a word, I used one hand to reach between us, collecting a
small sample of what concerned me. Bringing it up to where she could see the
combination of her lubrication and blood from her lost hymen.
She looked at it in surprise for a few seconds before looking at me again,
and telling me "I didn't know. I mean, it never hurt or anything - not even
a little. I felt a little tug, you know, inside, but it didn't actually
*hurt*; it was just kind of uncomfortable for a moment, then it went away."
She could hear the care in my voice as I asked her "You're sure? You're
really not hurt or sore?"
She smiled in reassurance, saying "Really, I'm sure. It doesn't hurt - it
feels *wonderful*. Am I acting like there's anything wrong? Hell, no! You're
a dear to be so worried about something that doesn't bother me at all, but
it's nothing. I'm fine. See?"
And with that last, began bouncing herself - slowly - on my lap, Well, she
was a woman now, and didn't' appear to be having any difficulty, so I let
the matter drop - choosing instead to enjoy the sensations she was causing
on my penis with her motions, and the movement of her breasts as they swayed
slightly in time with her movements.
Finally satisfied that she was both comfortable and confident in what she
was doing, I gradually let my hand slide from her hips and on up to her
breasts - where I found her areolas puckered, and her nipples erect and
firm. She gasped slightly as I tweaked them for a bit before sticking my
tongue out to let first one nipple, then the other. flick across its tip as
she moved up and down.
Over the next few minutes, she continued like that, sliding herself up and
down the length of me, pausing every so often for us to share a kiss, or to
allow me to lick and suckle at the ends of her breasts. But eventually, I
could see that she was starting to get a little tired,
Putting my arms around her, I gently tightened my embrace, encouraging her
to slow down, and finally stop. When she did, I leaned her back - still
buried in her - and holding her securely, until she was resting on her back
on the bed. Only then did I release her, and move my legs so that I was
resting between hers, and ready to make love to her.
She looked deeply into my eyes, and the expression she wore was of eager
anticipation as I slowly withdrew from her, completely, until the end of my
penis was barely touching the entrance to her. Just as slowly, I pressed
back into her, enjoying both the sensation of her hot wetness surrounding
me, and the look of pleasure on her face as I did. With our new position, I
was able to enter her a bit further, which delighted her. When I was fully
buried, pressed my hips forward a few times, causing my pubic bone to bump
against her clitoris - exciting her even further.
Again, I pulled out and re-entered her, a trifle faster.
Then again, not pulling out as far before moving in again.
And again, slightly faster.
Over the next few minutes, I gradually sped up the speed that I pistoned in
and out of her, until, finally, I was making love to her in steady strokes,
each time bumping against her clitoris after I'd fully entered her.
As her arousal increased, so did the ease of making love to her: her legs
spread farther and farther apart as she slowly raised her knees, giving me
full, easy access to the core of her womanhood.
After a few more minutes, I could see that she had reached some kind of peak
of arousal - and that it wasn't enough to let her reach an orgasm. Pausing a
moment - and getting a groan of disappointment from her - I reached down to
lever her knees over my arms, tilting her pelvis up a bit more, and
spreading her as far as she could comfortably go. She seemed to understand
what I was doing, and reached down to grasp her legs, taking some of the
pressure off my arms - and, incidentally, exposing her breasts to me.
As I resumed my thrusts - accompanied by a moan of pleasure - I delighted in
the wobbling of her breasts as I moved in her. It was such a delightful
sight that I couldn't resist lowering my head and taking one of her nipples
in my mouth, and sucking on it in time with my thrusts. In only a few
moments, she was panting her pleasure, and gasping encouragement to me. It
was an awkward position, though, and when I started to feel her hunching
herself up to me, released it so that I could have the breath I needed as I
increased both the speed and force of my thrusts in her.
The change of position, and the change in activity, seemed to be just what
she needed - it wasn't but a couple more minutes before she started an
almost frantic hunching up against me, followed by the start of her orgasm.
As the first spasm hit her, she started making a high-pitched keening sound,
whose volume increased and lowered as I felt her tighten and loosen around
my erection as I held it as deeply inside her as I could.
Finally, the last few mild spasms passed, and she was able to open her eyes
to look up at me as she gasped to get her breath back.
Smiling down at her, I couldn't help but ask "I trust you enjoyed that?"
"Damrite!"
"Do you think you're ready for some more, now?"
With the realization that I was still hard, and still inside her, her eyes
grew to the size of saucers before she said "ohgodyes!"
"You want to try something else, now?"
"Youbet!"
"When you're ready, you can get up on your hands and knees, and I can make
love to you from behind - it will be a little easier for both of us."
After a couple of false starts, she managed to get control of her arms and
legs, moaning slightly as I withdrew from her so she could move.
She rolled over, and shakily got into the desired position. I couldn't help
but laugh as I asked her "Are you sure you want to do this? We can stop now,
you know."
"Don't you dare!" she was able to say. "I get to have you until you climax,
and I want as much as you can give me! This is too much fun, and feels too
good to stop now."
That settled, I easily moved up behind her, and with one hand on her hip,
used the other to guide myself back between her labia. Once I was in
position, she managed to rock herself back a little, and getting the glans
of my erection inside her. As she moved forward again, I followed her,
staying inside, as I put my other hand on her other hip. Holding her steady,
I carefully hunched myself forward, pushing my still-slick erection back
inside her - accompanied by her growl of pure animal satisfaction.
Staying inside her, I began a series of slow, steady strokes that she
welcomed by throwing her head back, and groaning in pleasure.
Leaning forward a bit, I was able to reach down to her gently swaying
breasts, holding and squeezing them, and pinching and pulling on her nipples
as I held still, letting her rock herself back and forth on my erection. It
didn't take long for her to find a rhythm that suited her: I could feel it
as she got even wetter inside, and as her breasts tightened up even more.
We continued like that for the next several minutes; me playing with her
breasts and nipples as she rocked back against me, slowly forcing more and
more of her fluids out, where they drenched not only me, but her, as well -
looking down, I could see a small trickle of her oils as they slowly ran
down the inside of her thigh. And as the time slowly passed, so did the
speed that she moved. Finally, when I realized that she was again ready for
an orgasm, I released my hold on her breasts, and placed my hands on her
hips, holding her steady as I began to thrust into her again.
Gradually, the speed and force of my movements increased - and judging from
the gasps and moans she voiced, bringing Sandra closer to another release.
I started to feel the faint stirrings of my climax, and slowed down a bit to
try and hold it off - but Sandra wasn't having any of that. She managed to
gasp out to me "No! Keep going, hard like that! I don't care if you shoot,
or not - I'm so CLOSE!"
Ever the gentleman, and willing to please a lady, I resumed my previous
actions - going from rapid, shallow thrusts, to deep, penetrations where I
was almost pounding into her, and back again. After a couple more minutes, I
knew that there wasn't any way that I wasn't going to climax; fortunately,
Sandra had kept pace with me, and gasped out "Ohgod, ohgod, ohgod" just a
few moments before her fourth climax hit her like a freight train. So strong
was it that she wasn't able to make any noise; all she could do was throw
her head back, the tendons of her neck standing out like steel cables, and
gasp like a fish as spasm after spasm passed through her - and around me. As
tight as she was when her internal muscles clamped down on me, she was still
very wet and hot and slick inside; I didn't have any trouble firmly
thrusting into her for the last few strokes I needed before I fired the
first shot of my semen, deep inside her. Deep in her own bliss, her eyes
still flew open as I did, and I could see a look of absolute amazement cross
her face before the next wave of her orgasm washed over her.
As the last few drops of my semen dribbled out of me, I could feel her
internal muscles making a last few milking sensations; it was enough to
cause me to piston in and out of her a couple of last times - and working
our combined juices into a pinkish-white froth that soaked both of us as
they were forced out - before burying myself in her again.
I was almost exhausted, but managed to hold her steady as she all but
collapsed on the bed. I guided her down to the bed, and keeping my
semi-erect penis inside her, managed to get us onto our sides, so that I
could hold and comfort her as she recovered.
We lay like that for several minutes, my softening penis finally pulling
free of her, and the small shudders that passed through her coming farther
and farther apart, and finally disappearing completely. After a bit, she
stirred a little, and I moved back slightly, so that she could roll over
onto her back. She did, and when she'd settled, I moved next to her again,
my hand holding her breast and my arm resting on her body. She smiled up at
me, tiredly, and after a few seconds, closed her eyes and fell asleep. I
drifted off, too, into a half-sleep, coming awake each time she moved, or
made a noise.
Perhaps ten minutes later, I woke up again, and needing to take a leak,
headed into the bathroom. When I was done, I got a warm, damp washcloth and
towel, bringing them back to the bed where I started to clean off Sandra.
After a several wipes with the cloth, she woke up a bit, looking slightly
confused. Then, when she saw me, she woke up the rest of the way, and
noticed what I was doing. She stretched mightily - I could hear a few joints
pop - and laid back, letting me continue what I was doing. As I dried off
the last bit of her, she smiled at me, and said "That is *so* sweet. You
knew I'd want to clean up a bit, and let me sleep while you did it. THAT'S
the kind of thing that makes you the person I wanted to give my virginity
to."
I smiled back, and said "In case you forgot, you DID give your virginity to
me. Rather enthusiastically, as I recall."
She giggled, and answered "Oh, yeah, I remember. BOY, do I remember! I loved
every minute of it, and I'll never forget it. And you weren't too shabby in
the enthusiasm department, yourself, buster. That last orgasm I had was the
most incredible thing I've ever experienced! I thought I was going to DIE,
it felt so good. And when you, uh, shot your stuff inside me, I could FEEL
it, just like Jan said. It was amazing!"
That settled, she noticed that I hadn't cleaned myself up, yet - and quickly
insisted on doing it for me. Gently directing me to lay down on my back, she
was soon wiping the remains of our combined juices, softly and carefully.
When she finished, she lay down next to me, curling next to my side and
putting her arm on my chest. We lay there like that for several minutes,
simply cuddling and enjoying each other's company. Finally, though, I felt
obliged to get back to the others, and suggested a shower - together or
alone, her choice. She told me that she wanted to clean up a bit before we
cleaned up, and I told her to go ahead, and I'd join her in a few minutes.
She went into the bathroom, and I took the opportunity to change the sheets
on the bed - not so much out of fastidiousness, but out of consideration for
anyone else that might find their way into the bedroom. When I was done, I
knocked on the door, and Sandra invited me in, where she already had a nice,
hot shower going. After a long, hot, soap-slippery shower with plenty of
friendly fun, Sandra and I finally found our way back into the den.
There, we found Robyn and Jan cuddling on the couch, obviously having just
finished pleasing each other; and Kelly, Susan, and Candice chatting quietly
on the floor, as though Jan and Robyn didn't exist.
None of them noticed us, so I suggested to Sandra that we bring them in some
refreshments; she readily agreed, and while we were in the kitchen, had a
fit of giggles. When I asked her what was so funny, she said "Just the look
on Robyn's face. She was *so* sure that there was something wrong about
making love with another woman; and there she is, laying on the couch with
Jan's juice all over her face!"
When I thought about it, it WAS funny, and we laughed together at the idea.
After a bit, though, we'd calmed down enough to take our offerings into the
den. By the time we got there, Jan and Robyn had recovered enough to notice
our presence - and quickly jumped up to get their share of food and drink.
As they got close, I could see the grin on Jan's face, and Robyn had the
decency to blush at the situation we'd found them in, simply saying "Okay, I
was wrong. I've learned better, though!", with a giggle.
Kelly noticed the additional activity, and pointed out to the others that
Sandra and I were back - with refreshments. All three of them got up and
came over to get something to drink, and load up with food. The conversation
was sparse and casual as all of us found seats - Jan and Kelly sat near the
fireplace; Candice, Susan, and Robyn took up the couch; I parked myself in
my favorite chair; and Sandra opted to sit on the floor, leaning back
against another chair, so that we all formed a loose circle, all able to see
each other.
After everyone had finished their snacks, things got quiet for a bit, and it
was Sandra that finally broke the silence, saying "You all know that Dan and
I were gone for a little while, and why. I just want to say that everything
Jan and Kelly have told us about him is true, as far as I can tell. He was
way more kind and gentle and patient and caring than I thought _anyone_
could be. I'm not a virgin any more, and Dan not only made it easy for me,
but fun - lots of fun!", the last with a smile and giggle.
With that, Jan and Kelly moved over to sit next to her, each of them giving
her a hug and kiss on the lips.
She went on, saying "When we went in the bedroom, I was nervous, but Dan
helped me relax, and let me know that it was okay. He even told me that if I
didn't want to do anything with him, it was okay, too - and that if I came
out here and told all of you that we made wild, passionate love when we
didn't, he wouldn't say anything to anyone about it. He didn't just have sex
with me; he made LOVE to me - and helped me learn what love *really* is,
from what he did, and what he said to me. If Jan or Kelly ever get tired of
him - and I don't see how or why they would! - then I'd be happy to take
their place, in a heartbeat."
Looking at the three on the couch, she said "I know you probably have about
a million questions. If Dan doesn't mind, I'm willing to answer them."
Susan, Robyn, and Candice all three turned to look at me, and I simple told
them "As far as I'm concerned, what happened - if anything - between Sandra
and me is private, and I'm not going to discuss it with anyone; not even Jan
or Kelly. What Sandra chooses to tell you is up to her. If Sandra asks me a
question with anyone else around, I will answer it - but no more."
All of them got surprised looks on their faces, and turned back to Sandra -
who simply smiled at them before saying "See? That's what I was talking
about. He really _cares_, His honor and integrity won't let him talk about
something private with anyone but the person that was involved."
Here, Jan spoke up, telling them "I've known Uncle Dan all my life, and he
has never, EVER failed to keep a secret. Even when I was learning the sex
education stuff, he wouldn't tell Daddy what I was doing. All he did was
show me that it was best if *I* told my dad about it, and why. He has never
told me *anything* about what happens between him and Kelly. I've kind of
hinted that I was curious a couple of times, but he just ignored it, and
wouldn't say anything."
"Jan's right. When I was getting ready to move in here, there were some
worries about what my parents might do. Dan wasn't afraid to face up to it -
he was ready to stand up in court and fight for my right to be with him,
even if it meant he might go to jail. I don't think any of you - except
Sandra - really understand how strong his sense of duty, and integrity, and
courage are.", Kelly added.
Again, the three on the couch looked at me, as though I were some kind of
freak, before turning back to Sandra - who just grinned at them.
It was Robyn that spoke first, asking "Uh, did it hurt?"
"Not a bit. It felt a little uncomfortable for a second, but no, it never
_hurt_. In fact, I didn't even know that I had bled a little until Dan
showed me - and even then, I had to convince him that I was okay, and that
there wasn't anything wrong. Even after he was all the way inside me that
first time, he was ready to stop because he was worried that I was hurt."
Again, three sets of eyes gave me some kind of Look before returning to her.
"Did it feel good?", from Candice.
At that question, Sandra got absolutely radiant as Jan and Kelly developed
shit-eating grins.
"Boy, did it! It was like there was something missing inside, but I wasn't
sure what - and when he was finally inside me, I KNEW what it was, and it
felt so _wonderful_. The *smallest* orgasm I had with him was as good as
anything I'd ever given myself; after that, they just kept getting better
and better!"
Their heads turned so they could look at me with something like awe for a
few moments before focusing on Sandra again.
She went on, telling them "He always treated me so *special*. I mean, I know
I'm a little bit plain, not cute like Jan or Robyn, but he made me feel like
I was the most beautiful person he'd ever seen. I, uh, let him look at me -
not just my body, but you know, between my legs - and he even told me I was
pretty _there_. He was so patient with me, and so gentle and courteous. No
matter what I asked him, or what I did, he never said or did anything to
make me feel bad - just the opposite. I knew I was special with him, not
because of where we were or what we were doing, but just because I was ME, a
different person."
Susan spoke up, asking "Can you tell us anything he did that made you feel
like that?"
Sandra didn't hesitate to answer her by saying "After we made love - I had
*four* _incredible_ orgasms! - I was pretty tired, and fell asleep. When I
woke up, he had a washcloth, and was cleaning me up - you know, the blood,
and my juice, and his. He was so gentle about it that he was almost done
before I even woke up and noticed! And he wasn't doing it because he was
fussy about it or anything like that; he just figured that I might want to
do it - but I was asleep, and he didn't want to wake me up, so he did it FOR
me. Even when we decided to take a shower, he was polite about letting me
have some time to, uh, clean up before he came in to wash with me."
"Did he, you know, _shoot_ inside you?", Candice asked.
"He sure did! And it was just like Jan said - I could _feel_ it when he did,
and it was _incredible_. I was having an orgasm, and when I felt it, it just
made things that much nicer."
Robyn was next, asking "What did you do? I mean, if you don't mind?"
Again, no hesitation as Sandra answered "God, it was all so good that I
don't think I could really put it into words. The whole time, he was kissing
me and touching me and making me feel *so* good. I guess all I can really
tell you is that first, he used his hand on me, and when I had an orgasm, it
was as good as what I'd been able to do for myself. Then he used his mouth
on me, and _that_ one felt even better. I used my mouth on him, too, to get
him hard, and after he was inside me and making love to me, I had _another_
orgasm that was even stronger - and when it was over, he was still inside
me, and still hard - he hadn't shot his stuff yet! It felt so wonderful that
I wanted to keep going; we made love some more, and while I was having my
last orgasm, I could feel him shooting inside me, and that made it even
stronger and more special. I guess I passed out a little bit, because when I
kind of woke up a bit, and he was laying next to me, holding me - it was
*so* nice feeling him there next to me, and touching me! I fell asleep
again, and when I woke up, he was washing me, like I told you."
Susan again. "You said that you learned from him what 'real' love is. What
happened? What did he do?"
It was a bit strange, hearing them talk about me as though I wasn't there;
but then again, they were asking questions that I obviously couldn't answer.
With nothing to say or contribute, I just kept my mouth shut - and listened
to them.
"The whole time we were together, all he was interested in was ME. Whether I
was hurt or not, whether I was happy or not, whether I was ready or not. And
when he talked to me, he did it like I was smart enough to understand what
he was saying. He explained things he thought he needed to - and he did! -
and made sure I understood that anything that happened between us was MY
choice; that he wasn't going to do anything to rush me or hurt me. He
didn't, either - a couple of times, I had to push *him*, a little! It wasn't
any one thing he did or said, it was all of it, together. He was patient, he
cared what happened, he worried about me, he showed me that I could trust
him completely, he treated me like I was someone that mattered, he was
gentle, he was considerate, and all the things you'd think that someone that
loved you would do. He showed me he cared, then talked to me to help me feel
better, and showed me again that I *mattered* to him. If that isn't love,
it's damn well close enough for me!", Sandra answered.
They looked at her, doubtfully, and Jan spoke up, telling them "She's not
making it up - he really IS like that. All the time. With everybody that
behaves decently around him. And by 'decently', I don't mean about sex
stuff, but how they behave toward other people. Nobody else knows this, but
when Kelly and I decided to try and make Mary Alice and Kathy sorry about
getting us so upset, it was Uncle Dan that helped us do it. He was
*supposed* to act like he was mad at them, and Kelly and I were supposed to
pretend to calm him down - but he acted so good, we thought he was really
serious! He scared the _hell_ out of me, and did scare Kathy so bad she wet
herself when he yelled at them!"
Here, Robyn stared down into her lap as she told them "I was a stinker about
how I made Kelly and Jan so upset and unhappy. When Kim and I were over
here, and they talked to us, Dan was still polite to me; and that only made
it worse for me, knowing how nice he was, and that I had done something bad
to Kelly and Jan. But when I wanted to apologize to him, he was still nice
enough to let me in to talk to him. The way he talked to me really hurt, but
I also knew that he was being _absolutely_ fair - he was talking to me the
way I showed him I *deserved* to be talked to. But after I talked to him,
and told him what I'd learned from it, he was also willing to give me
another chance." Here, she lifted her head long enough to look over at me
with something akin to worship in her eyes, before dropping her head again,
and continuing "He didn't have to do that. And I wouldn't have been
surprised if he hadn't - I knew I'd been a real turd, and deserved whatever
he wanted to think about me. But he did, I guess because he knew that I
really was sorry, and that I really did learn something, and I would have
been really sad if I lost Jan and Kelly's friendship. He seemed to
understand all of that, and I know he really did care about me, and how bad
I felt, and that's why he was willing to give me another chance."
They were all getting a little misty-eyed, so Kelly offered up her own
thoughts: "That's how Dan is. You remember how he acted when we had the
fashion show, right? He's like that with everybody, when he first meets
them: he's patient and gentle, until they SHOW him that they don't deserve
it; after that, he treats them the way they act. Remember how he acted when
Phil showed up? How he tried to be patient and talk to Phil and avoid any
trouble? But when Phil got all mean, Dan didn't hesitate to put himself
between Phil and Susan - or any of us, for that matter. And when they
finally wanted to fight, Dan stood right up there, and took care of them -
but only enough to make them stop, _and_no_more_. And after those guys left,
he came over to comfort US; it was like he went from being a grizzly bear to
a teddy bear. THAT'S DAN. He's as gentle and caring and all that as people
let him be; but he's not afraid to stand up for what he thinks is right, no
matter what else happens - just like he did when I wanted to move here with
him, and we were worried that my folks might make a fuss. Dan didn't want
any problems, and did everything he could think of to avoid them - but he
was damn well ready to take them on if he had to. He didn't do that because
he just wanted me in his bed - he KNEW I'd be happy to share it with him,
any time, any place. He did it because he CARED what happened in my life,
and he knew that I was as UNhappy at home as I was HAPPY to be with him.
Even though I live with him, and we share anything and everything we can, I
know that he doesn't have any idea that I somehow 'belong' to him - I've got
my own checking and savings accounts, and he has _never_ asked me about
them, other than to make sure I didn't have any trouble getting them
started. If I want to do something alone, I can, it's not a problem for him.
If there's something he wants us to do together, he _asks_ me, beforehand -
and makes sure I know that it's an invitation, not a request or demand.
Since I've moved in with him, I've only been unhappy and sad a few times -
and *every* *single* *time* I've felt that way, he's been there to offer his
support; he listens to me, and talks to me, and makes me feel better - and
while he's holding me, I *know* that he's doing it to make me feel better,
and comfort me, and nothing else."
Jan took over, saying "I think Kelly and I have both asked him what must
have seemed like pretty goofy questions; I know some of mine must have been.
But he never, ever laughed at us, or made us feel stupid or little - if he
didn't understand the question, he'd ask us to explain. When he knew what we
were after, he'd answer us, just like he'd answer anything else we asked
him. He's always willing to explain things to us - and he's *always*
completely fair and honest about what he says; he always makes sure we
understand what he's saying, so that we can decide for ourselves about what
he tells us. Some of the stuff, we don't agree on - but we still respect
each other as having honestly come to our own decisions. With everything he
does and says, he lets us know that he loves us - in *exactly* the way he
told you all about, when he was talking to Susan."
Here, Sandra spoke up again, saying "Yeah, that's it, exactly. I _know_ he's
smart, and when he talks to me, he lets me know that he thinks I'M smart,
too. And when he shows me that he cares about me, it makes me feel good
about myself, and makes me care about him, too. When he's patient with me, I
know it, and it makes me want to do better, so that he DOESN'T have to be
patient - not because I feel bad, but just because I want to get better,
like him." She stopped suddenly, and all of them got quiet as they watched
her, deep in concentration as she was obviously thinking about something.
Finally, she came back to us with a little bit of a start, and said "That's
it! You're right! The trading and values and all of that are _exactly
right_. I DO love Dan, BECAUSE of all the reasons you said: we DO trade
values - his caring and mine; his smarts and mine; his affection and mine.
Even when it isn't exactly even - like when he's patient with me - it's
still a *trade*, with HIM offering the most: he's patient with me, and he's
_trusting_ that I'll learn something, and be able to figure things out
myself, so that later, I'll be able to keep up with him, and he won't HAVE
to be patient while I try to catch up! He WANTS to trade with me - he offers
me the best he can do with himself, and trusts me to try to do the best I
can with MYself, to make it a FAIR trade. He _understands_ that I don't know
as much about everything as he does, so he's willing to accept the best that
I DO have to offer, so that I'll still be there when I _am_ more like him!"
She turned to look at me with a mix of wonder and amazement on her face,
saying "Dear God! How much you must have inside to be able to do that! And
with so many of us! How lonely you must sometimes feel!" - and with that,
got up and flung herself at me in the chair, hugging me ferociously and
crying in big, wracking sobs into my chest.
I put my arms around her, and held her, patting her softly on the back as I
whispered words of encouragement and consolation to her; after a bit, Jan
and Kelly got up, too, and sat on the arms of the chair, leaning down to
offer their own support to her.
When I glanced over at the three on the couch, I could see surprise on all
of their faces; Susan and Candice both looked vaguely confused, but Robyn
had a thoughtful look, as though she was thinking through what Sandra had
just said.
Eventually, the three of us managed to get Sandra settled down. Before she
left my lap, though, she sat up to look at me, and calmly said "I owe you
more than I can ever repay, for all that you've taught me. I truly
understand, now, what you've given me."
With a steady look, I told her "Sandra, the debt is not to me - it's to the
rest, that _don't_ know, but want to. Whatever you've gotten from me, offer
it to them."
She nodded, soberly, and after an exchange of knowing looks with Jan and
Kelly, went back to where she'd been on the floor. Jan moved to be with her,
while Kelly took up station on my lap, her legs tucked next to her, and
leaning against my chest.
Sandra turned to Robyn, Susan, and Candice, telling them "I'm sorry about
making a fuss. It was just that, all of a sudden, everything Dan has said
and done made sense - it was like it all came together, in one perfect
moment, and I really, truly *understood* him, and what he does, and why. Now
I know that I DO love him, fully and completely, without hesitation or
reservation. If I never see him again, if he and I never make love again, I
will still be this happy, because of what I've gotten from him."
Robyn asked "What is it? What have you gotten?"
Sandra looked at her, and said "You know. All of you do - just as I did.
You've heard everything about it that matters, and you know all of it that
you need to. It just has to come together for you - at your own speed, in
your own time, like it did for me - and Kelly and Jan, too, I bet. Trying to
_push_ it doesn't help; being able to _accept_ it, does."
While the other two looked perplexed, Robyn again got a thoughtful look on
her face.
Susan spoke next, looking first at Kelly, then Jan, asking "Uh, did you two
go through something like that?"
They looked at each other, and Jan spoke first, saying "Kind of. We've been
around him longer, and have had more time with him, so it wasn't as sudden
and everything like it was for Sandra - but, yeah, we went through
_something_ like that, just not as bad."
Kelly spoke up, then, telling her "Jan had more time with him before I did,
but my time was a little more, uh, intense, so it kind of balanced out. When
it really hits you, if it does, then you can expect _something_ like that to
happen. Maybe not as bad, but you'll know it when it finally happens. And
Sandra is right, once it does, you'll never be the same again."
That gave Susan and Candice pause; Robyn was still deep in thought, and
seemed to have barely noticed what was said.
After a bit, Candice asked "Can you tell us what the difference is? How it
happens?"
Kelly spoke first, answering her with "How it happens is that everything
you've heard from all of us comes together at some point, and you really,
truly understand it - all of it. It will probably be something simple that
you hear that gets you thinking about it the right way, and then _boom_,
you've got it. What the difference is, is that you DO understand it -
*completely*. You understand how everything fits together, and how it all
works."
Sandra joined in, telling her "I told you, you already have everything you
need to know, or that matters. It's not something that I think any of us
really CAN explain, or describe."
Jan finished up by telling them "What they said. I'll only add that maybe
it'll happen to you a little at a time, like it did with me; or it might
happen in a few big chunks, like it did with Kelly; you might even have a
Big One, like Sandra. There's no telling, that I can see, other than the
more time you have, the easier it is. Really, it's all up to you. Trying to
force it doesn't help, like Sandra said - you just have to let it come to
you, in your own time and place."
At that, Robyn came out of her reverie, and looking at me, said "Dan, I've
given it a lot of thought, since I was here last, and I want to make love
with you. Not because of anything Jan or Kelly or Sandra have done or said,
but because I know it's right for ME, now. Would you?"
I'd half-expected it, and after looking at her, and seeing the confidence
and sincerity in her eyes, told her "If you're that sure, then, yes, I'll
make love with you."
Kelly looked down at me, and smiled, before getting up to go stand next to
the couch, ready to sit with the others, while Robyn stood up.
I got up, too, and walked over to her. Taking her hand, I lifted it to my
lips and kissed it, saying "I'm honored by your decision and choice. For as
long as you want me, I'm yours."
She smiled at me, and answered, "The honor is mine, judging from the stories
about you. I know that I can trust you. Uh, I think I would prefer our time
to be ours, alone."
"Easily done.", I told her, then holding her hand as the two of us headed
toward the bedroom. The others sat quietly, and watched us go - Jan, Kelly,
and Sandra with amused smiles, Susan and Candice with a trace of regret.
After we entered the bedroom, I paused long enough to close the door, then
walked with her to the bed. Turning so that we faced each other, I told her
"Robyn, I've heard about how you have been standing up for Kelly and Jan at
school, and other places. I'm glad that you've discovered what's really
important to you, and found the inner strength to stand up for it."
She smiled at me, and answered "My only regret is that I had to find them
the way I did - and my greatest pleasure is that all of you cared enough
about me to give me a second chance."
I nodded toward the bed, and asked her "Where, or how, would you like to
start?"
"I don't know. Jan and I have made each other happy, but I'm not sure where
to begin, with you. Would it be too much to ask for you to go first, and get
me started? So that I can join in when I feel comfortable with it?"
"Of course. This is YOUR time for us to be together. If you want, I can make
love to you without ever entering your body in any way; or I can share
myself with all of you. The choices are _yours_, whenever you want to make
them. I won't rush you, or hurry you, in any way; nor will I do *anything*
to hurt you, or cause you _any_ kind of pain."
She looked into my eyes with absolute trust and confidence in me, saying "I
know that, Dan. I DO trust you, and know that you will make it right for me.
It's not the _doing_ that frightens me, but the getting started."
"Then let's take the first step, and see where it leads us."
With that, I kissed her, softly, on the lips - and from there, her eyes and
forehead and shoulders. She eagerly accepted my kisses, quivering slightly
with each one. I took her hands, and slowly guided her to the bed; sitting
first, and then moving to the center of the bed, I drew her down in front of
me, facing me. When she was seated, I slowly took her into my arms, hugging
her gently, and kissing the top of her head in reassurance.
I relaxed my hold, and she moved back a bit, so that she could look into my
face. With only the slightest pause, she put her arms around me, and drew me
close as she put her lips to mine.
Our kiss started soft and chaste, but as the seconds went by, her desire
took over, and it wasn't long before her lips parted. Hesitantly at first,
then more and more insistently, her tongue touched my lips, then my teeth,
and on to explore my entire mouth. I always let her make the first move -
but when she made it, didn't delay to following her example. So it was that
it didn't take five minutes from the time I first took her in my arms on the
bed, than we were kissing passionately as she pressed herself against me,
hugging me tightly.
When we finally separated, she was panting slightly, and still holding me,
looked up at me and asked me "How can you do that? How can you make me so
excited?"
"It isn't me that's doing it, it's you. I'm just the reflection of what's
inside you; it's YOU that opens up to show what you can do, and feel."
"If that's so, then let me open more, and see more. Show me what's inside."
With that, I took her by the shoulders, and carefully guided her onto her
back, following her. When she was laying down, I stayed over her, looking
into her eyes. Still she wasn't afraid, and after a gentle smile to her,
lowered my head to kiss her gently on the lips. She returned the kiss, just
as gently, accepting the love and care I felt for her. When our lips parted,
I smiled at her again, and started kissing her softly, first at the corners
of her mouth, then her cheeks, on to her cheekbones, and ultimately, all
over her face - each of them slow and tender. She didn't move, other than to
increase the tempo of her breathing; from her face, I moved on: to her
throat, just under her jaw; her neck, beneath her ears; her collarbones; her
shoulders; then back again to her face, where I again kissed her lips. The
look in her eyes was still one of trust - but added to it was a measure of
desire, too.
I resumed my kisses, and gradually started moving them - ever so slowly -
down her body, until, ultimately, I reached the upper slopes of her breasts.
I saw that her areolas, pale pink and not much larger than a quarter, were
already puckered; and the nubbins of her small nipples were clearly visible.
I applied small nibbles to her skin with my lips as I made a slow, random
trip to the peak of her breast - and once reaching it, sucking it into my
mouth, nursing at it like a child.
As I did that, her hands found my head, and held me there as she moaned her
pleasure and desire. But I wanted to be fair, and managed to find my way to
the other breast, where I repeated my actions with a different path but the
same goal - and same result. By the time I finished, she was gasping for
breath between her long, low moans; her areolas were as tight and firm as
any of the rest of her, and her nipples extended a full quarter of an inch -
much farther than they had before.
With her clearly aroused, and ready for more, I started moving again,
placing soft kisses and gentle suction to her stomach and sides as I again
gradually expanded the range of my attentions, then shifting them lower on
her body. As I worked my way past her navel, I gave that miniature flower of
her humanity the attention it deserved: rimming, then dipping into it, with
my tongue, and softly sucking on it, as though to change it from an 'innie'
to an 'outie'. From it, I traced my tongue down the center of her, and back
up again, before starting a series of kisses from one hip to the other, and
back again; each pass across her smooth, firm belly a bit lower than the
last, until, finally, I was at the edges of her rust-red pubic hair.
From that point, I slowly reduced the range of my attentions, gradually
retreating from her hips back toward her mons. As I moved down her, her legs
slowly spread, making room for me, and opening herself up to my
ministrations - and as I got closer to the center of her desire, I also
caught the heady aroma of her arousal: sweet and musky at the same time.
With my mouth now so near my target, I casually altered what I was doing, so
that I eased into applying a series of soft, sucking kisses to her skin,
following the edge of her pubis, until I was between her legs. From there,
it was along the insides of her thigh - both of them spread and drawn up -
to her knee, then back up to her pubis, and the same pattern down to the
other knee, and back to her belly.
Again, I carefully narrowed the range of my attentions, and their focus,
until, at last, I was faced with her womanly blossom.
As I prepared to take my first sample of it, I delighted in the sight she
presented: the dark pink of her labia were easily seen through the dense,
but short, mass of hair covering her mons; her small clitoral hood was
barely visible. Looking more closely, I could see that she was already quite
wet inside, judging by the little pearls of lubrication I could see between
them.
When she felt my warm breath as I moved to taste her for the first time, she
raised her pelvis, offering herself up to me. As my tongue dipped down, it
passed through her hair, I found it to be incredibly soft and luxuriant.
She started slightly in surprise at the first touch of my tongue, but didn't
try to move away from me - indeed, she tried to lift her hips even more to
increase the contact. I drew my tongue between her labia, bottom to top;
separating them and drawing in the beads of her wetness that I'd seen before
-and found them to be as sweet and musky as she'd smelled. As I did that,
she released a moan of pure desire, ending it on a note of disappointment as
we lost contact.
It came back quickly enough, though, when I repeated what I'd just done, the
tip of my tongue sliding ever so slightly deeper into her as I did. She
gasped in frustration when I paused a moment to look at her again; I saw
that her labia had darkened even more, and that her obviously small clitoris
had finally started to make it's appearance.
Thus encouraged, I quickly resumed my efforts; even expanding them to run my
tongue gently across her clitoris, and drawing a satisfied groan from her. I
went on like that for some time, gradually deepening the penetration of her
vagina with my tongue before allowing it to flick across her
rapidly-erecting clitoris. Finally, I simply couldn't resist it any longer,
and as I slid my tongue toward her opening again, pointed it and slid it
into her, slowly, as far as I could manage. I quickly discovered that she
was nearly overflowing inside from the copious lubrication she'd generated;
and her response to my efforts was to tighten her thighs against my head as
she loosed a groan of pure pleasure.
I slid it in and out of her several times, as though fucking her with it, as
she tightened and relaxed her thighs in time with my actions. After a bit, I
went back to licking at her, then fluttering my tongue across her clitoris -
something that seemed to please her immensely. Before long, I was almost
completely focused on her clitoris - and bringing her closer and closer to
orgasm in the process.
I could tell that she was getting close, but I was still surprised when she
suddenly called out "Oh! Oh! Oh!", followed by almost freezing as her
release overtook her. I could feel the entrance to her vagina move as the
waves of her orgasm ran through her; as they did, I applied a bit more
pressure to her clitoris to help make it more intense for her.
After the last tremor had passed through her, I paused, to let her get her
senses and breath back - but when I felt her stirring, resumed my efforts;
licking at her labia, taking them between my lips and gently sucking on
them, softly twirling her clitoris with my tongue.
Her arousal quickly reached its previous level - and then started easing
higher. After a couple of minutes, I heard her trying to speak.
"L... Let.... Let me do... you too!"
I stopped what I was doing to her, and sat up so I could change position.
Looking down at her, I could see that from nipples to shoulders to face, she
was dark with the blush of her arousal - and her eyes were hooded with the
desire she was feeling.
I twisted around, so that my legs were toward her head, and slid myself
'down', bringing my hips even with her head. She started to reach out for
me, but stopped when I took her by the hips and pulled her on top of me, my
head between her legs. She quickly pulled her knees up, resting her weight
on them as they framed my head. She also got her elbows on the bed, and
raised herself up so she could access my semi-erect penis.
Even before I could raise my head to continue my efforts, she had lowered
hers - unhesitatingly taking me into her hand, then mouth, and applying a
gentle suction. When I again touched my tongue to her, she allowed most of
my length to slide from her lips, keeping only the glans in her mouth - and
then licking and sucking on it.
As I erected in her mouth, I went back to licking and sucking on her labia,
and dipping my tongue into the source of her nectar. It wasn't long before
she had me completely hard, and when she did, went on to begin bobbing her
head up and down, slowly, while continuing to apply a light suction, wetting
over half my length with her saliva as she did so.
I gradually moved the focus of my attention from the entrance to her vagina,
to her clitoris - rapidly flicking my tongue across it, taking it between my
lips to gently 'nibble' on it, putting my mouth over it and rhythmically
sucking on it. With the change, the speed that her excitement grew increased
greatly. Before long, she was gasping around my member as it slid in and out
of her mouth, and her hips began a slow hunching toward me. Not much after
that, I could tell that she was approaching another orgasm - and promptly
went back to her vaginal opening, where I could almost drink in the ample
oils she'd produced.
I gave her time to draw back from the edge of her release, and then moved
back to her clitoris. I again started moving her toward her release as she
did her own part to stimulate me, and keep me aroused.
After a few minutes, I could again tell that she was nearing orgasm - but
rather than stopping it, I opted to slow down how quickly I led her toward
it. I slowly and gradually slowed down how I teased her and stimulated her,
exchanging speed for intensity; her arousal wasn't growing as fast, but much
more deeply, instead.
Ultimately, though, she did reach her release: she suddenly let my erection
pop free of her lips, and threw her head back; releasing a low, guttural
groan as I felt what must have been every muscle in her body tense. Just a
moment later, a small wave of her sweet oils flowed across my lips,
apparently released as her vaginal opening clasped at them. As the first
wave of her climax washed through her, I continued my ministrations to her
clitoris, only softening them, keeping them in time with the flutters of her
labia. As the first spasm ended, she drew in a shuddering, gasping breath -
and froze again, noiseless this time, as the second wave hit her. When it
passed, her next breath was ragged, and she had barely taken it when the
third spasm hit her.
With her fourth spasm, she was again able to make noise - of a sort: a
high-pitched kind of humming sound. During the fifth, she groaned again;
after that, she literally collapsed on me.
I quickly eased her over onto the bed, and checked her - her eyes were open,
and she was breathing raggedly, but otherwise clearly out of it.
"Mabel!"
"Yes, sir?"
"Private intercom to Kelly." That told Mabel that the message was to be
delivered via intercom, and soon, but that Kelly was to be told that it was
for her, alone. I knew Kelly would find a quiet spot away from the others to
listen to it.
A slight pause, then "Recording."
"Kelly, I need you to bring in some drinks, if you would. Robyn seems to
have enjoyed things a bit more than I expected. End message."
"Recorded. Message stored, Locating Kelly."
"That's all."
"Thank you, sir."
A minute or so later, I heard a soft knocking at the door; I called out for
Kelly to come on in. When the door opened, Robyn's eyes moved toward the
motion, but she otherwise remained still.
When Kelly came over, and saw what condition Robyn was in, grinned and asked
"What happened? Did you kill her with kindness?"
"No, I don't think so - but she might not agree with Me.", I answered, with
a grin of my own.
Kelly set the drinks on the nightstand, and paused long enough to kiss Robyn
on the forehead and look into her eyes to tell her "You'll be okay -
really." before leaving us, and closing the door behind her.
With something to refresh her handy, I lifted Robyn up, so that I could hold
her in my arms as I leaned back against the headboard. I softly caressed
her, not in a sexual manner but more to help revive her, for the next few
minutes. Every so often, she would give a little shudder; but they
eventually passed; as they came less and less frequently, she was able to
start making small movements of her own, until, finally, she was able to
turn her head a bit, and look at me with absolute wonder in her eyes.
When she did, I reached over to the nightstand, and picked up one of the
bottles of carbonated water- one that Kelly had thoughtfully opened for us.
I raised it to Robyn's lips, and she readily took a small sip of it, and
after a pause, another. The expression on her face was as though she were
tasting it for the first time, and finding it to be the most delectable
thing she'd ever sampled.
A few more sips, and she felt able to bring her hands up, holding my hand as
I held the bottle in front of her. Weakly, she was able to let me know when
she wanted another drink, and when she was done.
A few more drinks followed, with each of them, she was able to exert a
little more energy, until she was able to take the bottle from me, and drink
from it without my help. Until she'd emptied the bottle - not surprising to
me, considering how much of her fluids she'd lost - she didn't make any
effort to speak.
As she let her hands drop from her last swallow, I asked her "You want me to
put that away?"
She nodded, and I then asked "Another?"
She thought a moment, and nodded again.
I set it aside, and retrieved another open bottle for her, which she
accepted, but didn't drink from.
A few moments later, she opened her mouth and tried to speak, but all that
came out was a small croaking noise. I hugged her, and said "It's okay,
Robyn. Take your time, and get your breath back. I'll still be here when
you're ready."
She gave me a mildly reproachful look, and took another drink of her water.
Another couple of swallows, and she was ready to try again.
Hoarsely, she managed to whisper "What the hell did you do to me?!"
Surprised, I looked at her and answered "I _thought_ I was helping you have
another orgasm; I didn't know it would be lethal!", with a smile.
She gave me a dirty look, and said "No, it wasn't lethal, but I kinda wish
it had been - I'd feel better!", in a slightly stronger voice. A moment
later, she spoke again, asking me "What the hell happened? I was having this
*incredible* orgasm, and then things kind of blanked out; the next thing I
remember is finding myself sitting up with you holding me. I kinda think
somebody was in here with us, I'm not sure, and don't know who."
"Uh, I think you sort of passed out, kind of. I asked Kelly to bring us in
some drinks because I didn't want to leave you alone long enough to get them
myself.", I answered.
She started to look upset, but then it passed as she said "Yeah, I suppose
that's okay - I guess I really was out of it. It really was nice of you not
to want to leave me - even though YOU'RE the one that got me that way!"
"Robyn, I really am sorry about that. I honestly didn't know that you would
react that way."
"No, don't misunderstand me - I'm not upset about what happened; GOD! That
was the most incredible thing I've ever experienced! I've ridden some
*really* big roller coasters and some *really* scary rides - but _that_....
it's just that I didn't have any kind of warning or anything that it could
be like that, is all - it was just so *intense*."
"How was I supposed to know?", I asked, reasonably. "I mean, yes, I know I
was teasing you, and yes, I know that I was making it that much more intense
for you - but how was I supposed to know you would react THAT way, that
much?"
A few moments went by before she answered me, slightly mollified "Yeah, I
guess that's right - you really couldn't. Hell, *I* didn't know anything
could hit me that hard! And it *was* good. Even better than good - it was
*great*. Uh, just don't do it again too soon, okay?"
"You better believe it!", I answered, getting a small laugh from her.
She sat up, then, and put her now-empty water bottle aside before taking
another, and opening it. I accepted it when she offered it to me, and she
quickly got another for herself.
"I don't think I've _ever_ been this thirsty!", she muttered.
"Uh, if you'll have a look down, I think you'll be able to see why", I
offered.
She did, and found that she was still glistening with her own juices - her
pubic hair was slightly matted, and she was wet from her crotch to halfway
to her knees.
Looking back up at me with surprise on her face, she said "Damn! I know I
get pretty wet inside, sometimes, when I'm excited, but I've never been like
_that_."
"Well, now you know why you're so thirsty - all that has to come from
_someplace_!", I teased, making a joke.
"Yeah - a 'someplace' you know how to take care of pretty good, from the
looks of it.", she grinned in reply, going along with it.
Blushing slightly, she turned to me and said "I, uh, gotta use the, uh,
restroom."
"You know where it is, I think. Don't worry, we all do it."
She blushed again, then smiled at me, before getting up and heading for the
bathroom. A couple minutes later, she was back - after apparently taking the
time to wipe herself off a bit along the way.
After she got back onto the bed, she moved on over to me, and quickly threw
her leg over me, so that she was sitting on my lap.
She started to speak, saying "I was, uh, thinking in there" - "A good place
for it.", I interjected, and getting a grin - "and I realized that you're
being really nice to me about all of this. I mean, that last time, you were
just trying to give me the best orgasm you could, and you couldn't possibly
know that I'd kinda pass out like that from just HOW good it was. I was
kinda, you know, upset a little at first about it, but then I realized in
there what really happened, and that how *I* reacted to it wasn't YOUR
fault. I'm sorry if I said anything to, uh, hurt you, or make you feel bad."
"It's okay, Robyn - I know it must have been a scary experience, and you
were just letting off some of the emotional charge from it. I *am* sorry,
and won't do it again - at least, until you tell me to!. I'm not hurt or
upset by anything you've said or done; only for doing something that shook
you up that bad."
She looked into my eyes, and saw the honesty of, and sincerity I felt about,
what I'd just told her. Surprised, she said "You really are - not upset, I
mean, and sorry about shaking me up."
"Of course", I responded, surprised.
She looked at me intently, and said "A lot of people - hell, most people! -
wouldn't be. They'd say it, and maybe mean it, a little - but not like you.
It's like you're a hundred percent honest and sincere about what you say."
"I am - or try to be."
"See? That's what I mean - you said that like it was stone cold *fact*,
without hesitating or trying to make it sound like anything it wasn't. How
the hell can you do you do that?"
"I don't know. I guess the thing is, I can't be anyone else - I can only be
*me*. I don't like it when other people try to bullshit me, so I don't try
to bullshit them. I figure if I want the best from other people, I have to
give them MY best. That includes honesty -not just with them, but myself;
and integrity, so that it's not just a sometimes thing; and even courage,
because it isn't always easy or convenient to be honest or keep my
integrity."
"But how can you do that when so many people are such *shitheads*?"
"You just said it yourself, but from the other direction - so many of them
are; but that means that many of them *aren't*. The ones that just want to
slide by, doing as little as they have to, or hosing over other people to
get what they want, don't interest me, except to want to make them go away.
The rest, the ones that DO want to do what's right and fair and honest, the
ones that DO want to make themselves better, but don't know how, THOSE are
the ones that I care about, and want to deal with."
"Why are you so willing to do so much to help them? I mean, us - because I
think I must be one, too, because I *don't* understand all of what you say;
but you're still so willing to spend so much time with me?"
"Selfishness. Not the bad way, the way so many people think of it, as
someone that wants to take all the time and not give back; but the original
meaning, of someone who's interest is in their own desires and wants,
without hurting anyone else. Selfishly, I don't want to live in a world
where the kind of crap that we've all gotten so used to goes on. Selfishly,
I want it to be better - for ME; but not at the expense of anyone else. And
the way I figure I can do that best is by helping other people learn what I
have, so that - selfishly - there are more of 'us' for me to deal with and
enjoy - and fewer of 'them' to have to try to work around, or avoid. Simply
put, all I want is the BEST - in me, and in other people. Selfishly, I'm not
willing to settle for anything less. Selfishly, I'm willing to put time and
energy into helping other people develop THEIR best."
She was even more intense as she asked me "So how do YOU manage to do all of
that?"
"It's hard and easy, at the same time, to do; just like it's complex and
simple at the same time, to think about. The doing part is easy, in that all
I have to do is trust my own judgment, and learn from my experiences. It's
hard, in that I have to accept responsibility for that judgment, and
learning what's important from those experiences. The thinking part is
simple, because all I have to do is be ME, and NO ONE ELSE - completely, and
all the time. It's complex because it's my responsibility to make sure that
all the parts that make up the ME are things that I want ME to be, and that
they all work together, consistently. Just like one bad piece of wood can
make a whole house weak to some degree, if there's one bad part of ME, then
that makes ALL of me weak, to some degree."
"How do you know when you're doing it right?"
"Simple - I feel good, about myself, and the people I keep around me."
"How does that work?"
"Again, it's pretty simple. Remember when I said that how much you love
someone is the instant total of all the values you see in them?" - she
nodded, seriously - "It works the same way with your own happiness: if
you're happy with and about yourself, then that's the instant total of all
the values you see in yourself."
"But aren't the, uh, shitheads out there happy with themselves, too? At
least, sometimes?"
"Sure - but the big difference is, because my values are higher, I'm more
honest and consistent in how I use them - and because I'm more honest and
consistent, I'm better able to see what they can't: just as my values are
higher, so is my happiness. What's a hundred percent happiness for them
might only be ten percent for me. Some of them might argue that _their_
hundred percent is the same for _them_ as *my* hundred percent is for *me* -
but most of them know, deep inside their hearts and minds, that it doesn't
work that way; they KNOW that a hundred percent of a pile of gold isn't the
same as a hundred percent of a pile of rocks. And that's why they spend so
much of their time and money and energy trying to find new and different
ways of distracting themselves from that knowledge - such as drugs, and that
kind of nonsense. The high of marijuana or cocaine or adrenaline is a far,
far second to the happiness of knowing that you have made the best you can
of your heart and mind and soul."
She stared at me for several long seconds, deep in thought, before she
suddenly exclaimed "Oh, SHIT!", and a few moments later, repeated it.
"Jesus Christ on a crutch! That's it! I understand now - I KNOW how you and
Kelly and Jan and Sandra - and me now! even me! - can be how you, I mean we,
are. It is, it's so *simple*!", she exclaimed, before focusing on me again,
and saying "Dear God, how did you ever come UP with this? I mean, it's right
there, in front of everybody; and its so _obvious_ and so _simple_ - and
none of us every saw it! What the hell were we doing? What were we thinking
about? Damn!"
Seeing the bemused expression on my face, she stopped, giving me the chance
to tell her "How I found it wasn't easy - I spent nearly twenty years of my
life, learning and studying, not only in school, but in the real world, and
thinking about it before it came to me. And the reason so many people DO
miss it is for the very reasons you just said: it *is* obvious - so obvious
that most people don't have any trouble looking right past it, because
they're looking for something more complicated."
"I can believe it - hell, I _have_ to believe it, because I did the same
damn thing.", she said; adding a few moments later "Now I understand why
Sandra acted the way she did - now I *know* how much I owe you, for
_everything_ you've done for me, for us."
"And you also know that the debt isn't to me."
She looked at me for a moment, before saying "No, I guess it isn't, is it?
But I'll repay it - but you know that, of course, don't you?", with a wry
grin.
I was content to let her sit there, thinking things through - she'd found
the core, the skeleton of what I'd learned, and needed a little time to
develop it, to flesh it out. Several minutes went by as she gazed off into
space, deep in thought, before her attention returned to where she was, and
what she was doing.
When she did, she looked at me, and blushed a bit. She opened her mouth to
speak, and I quickly put a finger across it, silencing her as I said "It's
okay. I understand."
Her mouth closed, and she smiled at me, before telling me, "Yeah, I guess
you do. If anyone does, it has to be you!"
Suddenly realizing where we were, and the position she was in, she looked at
me, saying "We still haven't made love yet, though."
"We don't have to. You know I love you, just as I know you love me."
"Yeah, I do, and know you do, too. That's why I want us to make love, even
more now than before."
She let me pull her close, and we hugged each other, intimately but not
passionately - that was to come later. For then, we were content to have,
and know, each other.
After a while, we separated, and with a grin on her face, Robyn began
kissing me, everywhere on my face but my mouth, slowly and softly, an
expression of absolute radiance on her face.
Gradually, she started moving herself down and back, so that she could have
easier access to me - taking my neck muscles between her teeth, she made a
soft growling noise and chewing motion, as though literally eating me. Then
she moved on, kissing and gently nipping the skin of my shoulders, and then
on to my chest - even pausing for a while to caress and squeeze my chest
muscles, much as I'd done with her breasts; and going even farther, to lick
and suck at *my* nipples for a while, before continuing her journey down my
body.
Resting on my tailbone as I was, it was easy for her to finally make her way
to my penis - kissing it in passing as she continued to shower me with small
licks and gentle kisses.
Finally, though, she did zero in on my then semi-erect penis. Without using
her hands, she nibbled at it with her lips, then licking it and moving it
around with her tongue. When it was erect enough that the glans raised off
me, she readily took it into her mouth, walking her lips down it's length as
she sucked it into her mouth - still without touching it with her hands,
which she was using to caress and stroke my thighs and lower belly.
With her nose buried in my pubic hair, she had all of me - still not fully
erect, but still... - in her mouth. When I got a bit harder, she let the
head rest against her throat - not deep-throating me, but not missing it by
much, either. Caressing me with her tongue as she applied a constant mild
suction, I got closer and closer to full erection; she simply kept my glans
where it was, allowing the 'surplus' to escape through her lips. Once she
was satisfied that I was completely hard, she slowly pulled her head away
from me, in exquisite slowness, stopping only when her lips were wrapped
around the head. From there, back down she went, just as slowly, laying her
tongue against the bottom of my member so I slid along it's surface as she
took me in again.
When her mouth was filled with me again, she started sliding her tongue back
and forth while keeping it pressed against the bottom ridge of my erection.
She couldn't have been moving her tongue more than an inch or so, but if
*felt* like miles, so slow and erotic was it.
After a bit, she again let me slide from her mouth, stopping with only the
head in her possession, and back down again. Another repeat of the tongue
action, and up she went, then back down.
Several times she went through the cycle, each time moving a bit faster, so
that at the end, her head was bobbing almost constantly on my stiffness.
Only when I felt a small drop of seminal fluid escape - which she promptly
slurped up - did she slow her actions, and finally, stop them.
When she was again on my lap, we kissed passionately for several seconds,
before she broke it. Reaching down between us, she parted her labia, and
lowered herself slightly, so that the bottom of my erection was pressed
against her vaginal opening. Once satisfied that I was 'just so', she pulled
my hands to her breasts, saying "touch me - and don't worry about being
gentle", and put her hands on my shoulders.
I gave her breasts a firm squeeze, and she gasped in response, before
hunching herself forward a bit, and sliding her labia a short way along my
penis. Another squeeze, and another gasp as she slid herself back, close to
where she'd started from. I slid my hands under her breasts, hefting them a
bit, before pinching her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers; she
moaned, and started sliding herself on me in a slow, regular motion.
Enjoying the feelings she was generating, as well as the feel of her firm
breasts in my hands, I continued to fondle and squeeze them; caressing them,
and pinching and pulling on her nipples. Her eyes closed, and her face and
shoulders darkened as she continued to slide herself along the length of me,
from just under the glans and back, almost to my scrotum. As she moved, her
ample lubrication was released, and spread, making her motion both smoother
and easier. Before long, not only was the area where we were in contact wet,
but my entire penis - and both of our pubic areas, as well.
Just when I thought she was going to climax again, she quickly slowed her
movements, panting as she asked me "I'm ready, inside. What next?".
"Raise yourself up, and move me so that I'm where you need me. After that,
just let yourself sit down on it, as slowly as you need to.", I answered.
To my surprise, she got up - but just long enough to turn around, so that
her back was to me, before kneeling down again. Reaching down in front of
her, she grasped my penis, and levered it up, feeling it as the head brushed
her labia. With a minor adjustment of her position, she leaned forward,
putting her other hand on my leg to steady herself as she got my penis
positioned to her satisfaction, and began lowering herself onto it.
To my surprise - and hers, I think - I easily slid into her for the first
couple of inches. Despite how hot and tight she was, she was also incredibly
wet inside - and that seemed to keep both of us lubricated enough to make
the insertion easy for her. It was only when we came to the obstruction of
her hymen that her movement stopped.
I think she must have felt a twinge of pain before she stopped, since I saw
a brief grimace cross her face immediately before she stopped.
As she sat there, panting slightly, she let go of my penis, apparently
realizing that it was well positioned, and not likely to escape her at that
point.
I caressed her breasts for a few moments, then moved my hands down to her
hips, holding her steady as I told her "It's okay, Robyn. Take your time,
and make it easy on yourself. There's no hurry, for either of us. When
you're ready, just go slow, and let it happen; if it starts to hurt or feel
uncomfortable, stop, and give yourself some time to get used to it, okay?"
She nodded her agreement, and let herself stay there for a bit, before
making a few small experimental downward pushes. She apparently decided that
the obstruction wasn't going to give way easily, and stopped to collect
herself for a while. To distract her from any discomfort, I moved my hands
up again, so that I could softly stroke her breasts and belly. After perhaps
a minute or two, she tried something else: making short bouncing motions on
me, as though to wear her hymen out, much as repeated flexing of a coat
hanger will cause it to fail. After a couple minutes of that, it became
clear that her maidenhead was far more durable and resilient than she'd
thought, and she again stopped to consider what to try next.
I started speaking to her again, offering words of support and advice,
letting her know that there wasn't any rush.
Another couple of minutes went by, and she tried something else - holding
herself steady, and simply trying to force herself past the blockage. I
could see that it hurt her, and quickly told her to ease off, that she
didn't have to hurt herself, we had plenty of time.
She responded by telling me "Yeah, I know we do - but I want to DO this,
dammit!" - and suddenly letting her full weight push her down onto me,
tearing through, and past, her hymen as she gave a small cry of pain before
she was settled in my lap, my hardness deep inside her.
Holding still otherwise, I quickly took her into my arms, pulling her back
to rest against my chest as the tears ran down her face. My arms across her
belly, I held her against me, softly kissing her shoulders, and murmuring
words of consolation and understanding in her ear as she struggled to come
to grips with the pain she'd experienced; and the sensation of having me
inside her. I thought I could feel it as her warm blood escaped our
juncture, slowly trickling across my scrotum and between my legs, and hers.
Gradually, her pain faded, and as it did, her tears dried, as well. After
several minutes she felt free to try and sit up - I could see a brief moment
of discomfort on her face as she did, but once she was upright, it seemed to
pass. I continued to hold her hips, though, not only to steady her, but to
encourage her not to move too quickly - I knew she'd already suffered enough
pain for one evening.
Eventually, though, she reached the point where she was willing to try
moving again. As I felt her start to lift herself up, I pressed on her hips,
to hold her down. Looking at me over her shoulder, she asked "What? What is
it?"
"I just want to tell you - again - to take it easy. I know it hurt you when
you sat down on me, and I just don't want to see you in any more pain."
"But you're forgetting one thing, Dan - the choice was MINE, just as it's my
responsibility to deal with the consequences. Right?"
I muttered something about headstrong females, and she just grinned at me
before starting to raise herself up again - slightly - before settling back
down. A moment later, she did it again, a little farther. A bit after that,
again, and farther. Before long, she was able to raise herself nearly half
my length - and giving me the chance to see ample evidence of the pain she
must have felt: my penis was nearly covered in red; where I could see them,
the insides of her thighs, and mine, were awash in crimson, as well.
But as she'd correctly pointed out - the choice had been hers; and she
seemed to have recovered from it well enough, judging from the way she was
moving over me.
As the next few minutes went by, range - and enthusiasm - of her efforts
increased, until she was easily bouncing up and down the full length of my
erection. And enjoying it, judging from the gasps and moans she made as she
moved. Still, it didn't take long before her actions began to slow; clearly,
she was getting tired - as much from the tension as her activity, I thought.
When she slowed down a bit more, I put my arms around her, and gently pulled
her toward me; she came readily enough, panting slightly from her exertion
and apparent arousal.
"I take it you're feeling better now?", I teased.
"You betcha. Feels _good_ now!"
"Getting tired, though, aren't you?"
"Yeah, a little - but not enough to stop, if that's what you're after!"
"No, we don't have to stop. I was just going to say that I can take over the
activities, if you want, is all."
"What did you have in mind? I kinda like the way you feel in me like this."
"We can stay like this; you just get on your hands and knees, and I'm on my
knees behind you. Same places and positions, we just move ninety degrees
forward, if you know what I mean."
She thought a moment, and said "Yeah, I like that idea. My legs are kinda
tired."
I easily explained what I wanted us to do, and with her help, we didn't have
to part as we both moved forward into the 'doggy' position. Once we were
situated, she quickly assured me she was comfortable and ready to resume:
"Let's GO, dammit!"
Holding her hips, I slowly withdrew from her, watching as her labia tried to
hold onto me, until I was _just barely_ inside her. I paused for a moment,
and then pushed myself back in, seeing her vaginal lips disappear with my
penis, as if to guide it back to where it had been.
The next couple of minutes were spent in getting us both into a nice, smooth
rhythm - one that satisfied her without stimulating ME so much that I
climaxed before I wanted. Indeed, it was slow and smooth enough that after a
bit, I was able to lean over her, and reach down to cups her breasts in my
hands, feeling their weight shift as they tried to wobble in time with my
thrusting. Softly pinching and pulling on her nipples seemed to increase her
arousal, making for a nice, easy climb toward our respective peaks.
When my back started to get tired from leaning over her, I released her
breasts, and held her hips again as I increased the tempo of our lovemaking.
After a few minutes, she started to speak to me again, gasping the words out
between my thrusts.
"Th... th... there's... something... else... I... want to... try... if...
if... it's okay... with... y... y... you."
"What's that?"
"I... want... y... you... t... to... make... l... love... to... m... me...
in... my... b... b... butt."
"You sure about that? It might hurt." - and even as I said it, I realized
how ridiculous it was.
"More... th... than... when... I... s... sat... on... y... you? ... I...
don't... th... think... so! ... N... no... cherry... in... my... ass!"
Good point.
"Why?", I asked, getting a little short of breath, myself.
"Want... t... to have... you... ev... every... way... I... c... can...
Had... m... mouth... pussy... now... w... want... th... the... rest... OH
GOD."
With that last, I felt her tighten around me a bit. I knew she was getting
close.
"Let's finish this up, first, okay? Then you can decide."
"G... g... good... i... idea... OH GOD!... Just... s... s... save... OH
GOD... some... f... for... me... OHGOD... b... c... cause... I... really...
OHGOD!... want... t... to. OHGOD!"
I was pretty sure that she was as turned on by the thought of anal sex as
she was by what we were doing - not that it mattered much, because about
then, I felt her tighten down on me one last time before she let her head
drop down as she released a deep, low moan of release.
I have to say it again: she was tight. And hot inside. And did I mention
tight? But all the juices and lubrication she produced when she was excited
like she was did wonders for letting me continue pistoning in and out of her
as she went through a series of near-convulsions as the force of her orgasm
hit her like a steam roller - there simply wasn't a damn thing to be done to
slow it down, or soften it. For her, she must have felt like the frog stuck
to the bottom of the airplane in that Far Side cartoon, as wave after wave
of pleasure engulfed her.
After the strongest of her contractions passed through her, her arms
collapsed, and her head and shoulders hit the bed, even as she continued to
moan out her pleasure. I quickly slowed down, then stopped, my movements,
staying buried in her but not moving. I carefully moved her legs back, one
at a time, until I could slowly lower us - still joined - to the bed, so
that she was on her stomach, and I was over her, resting my weight on my
knees and elbows. The intermittent twitches in her vagina, and the feel of
her smooth, firm asscheeks against my belly, were enough to keep me hard
inside her.
I softly kissed her shoulders and back, as far I could reach them, for the
next couple of minutes, until I saw her eyes flicker open. A few moments
later, I saw them widen in surprise when she realized where I was, and what
condition I was in.
"What are you, some kind of machine or something? Jesus, I thought you would
shoot by now!"
"Kelly and Jan both told you that I would last longer if I already had a
climax, now, didn't they? And you saw them give me one. And I know *I* told
all of you that I could usually delay it, too. So why the surprise?"
"I thought maybe you and they were just exaggerating it, a little. Jesus,
that was good! And I didn't pass out, or anything!", she added, with a
smile.
I kissed the back of her neck, even with her shoulders, and said "No, you
didn't pass out. I kinda worried that it was close, there, a couple times,
though."
"Uh, it was, sorta. I think I'm going to have to be careful who I make love
with - otherwise, they might like, *ravage* me, or something!", she said
with a giggle.
I laughed at the idea, too, before she told me "Um, as nice as it feels to
have you here, and *there*, there's still something else I want to do,
remember?"
"Yeah, I remember you said something about making love to you again,
someplace else. Where was it again? Left ear?"
She giggled, and said "If I thought we could! No, silly, I want you just
like this, but up a couple inches."
I couldn't resist the temptation, and slid myself a little ways up her back,
asking "Like this?"
She giggled again, and answered "NO, you dummy! Your THING a couple inches
higher - like in my butt!"
"My *thing*?" I asked, teasing her.
"Yeah, THING. You know, your dick, your rod, your meat, your love-muscle.
Your PENIS, you turd!", she laughed. "What do we need to do? Uh, wouldn't we
need something to help keep us, um, slippery?"
"Yeah, it would help."
"So do you have any?"
"Sure."
"Where?"
"In the bathroom."
"WHERE in bathroom?", she exclaimed, getting a little exasperated.
"The drawer."
"WHICH drawer!?"
"Top left."
We continued to lay there for a few seconds before she spoke again.
"Well? Aren't you going to go get it?"
"Why should I? *I'm* not the one that wants to get poked in the butt!"
She laughed, and said "Okay, okay - my choice, my responsibility. Fine, I
got it."
A few more seconds went by before she said "Well?"
"What?"
"Aren't you going to let me get up?"
"OHHHHHH! You wanted to get UP! I didn't know that."
"Yes, I want to get up, you stinker!"
A couple more seconds, and she asks me "Are you going to let me up, or not?"
"Oh, you still wanted to get up? You didn't say anything, so I thought you'd
forgotten about it, or changed your mind."
"You turd! You KNOW I want to get up!", she laughed.
"Well, I though MAYBE you MIGHT want to get up, but I certainly didn't know
when. I thought if it got important, you'd let me know.", I responded, in my
most innocent voice.
She wasn't going for it.
"Fine. I hereby give you formal notice that: A> I do, in fact, want to get
up, and B> I am specifically asking you to move yourself so that I _can_ get
up, and C> that all of these things are of immediate interest and need
immediate attention. Now, _get off me_ you stinker!", she laughed.
Faced with the inevitable, I raised myself up a bit, giving her room to
slide out from under me. She realized I was still teasing her, and started
to wiggle her way forward to get out from under me - and in the process,
audibly pulling herself free of my penis, causing her to have a fit of
giggles at the noise. Once free of her, I easily raised up enough to roll
over onto my back, leaving her free to get up, and off the bed. When she was
standing next to the bed, she turned and looked down at me in exasperation,
demanding "Now WHY didn't you do that five minutes ago!?"
With my most innocent expression and hurt voice, I answered "Because then, I
hadn't been *abandoned* by the love of my life!", then pouting my lip out.
I could see it as she tried to hold it in, but after only a few seconds, she
couldn't help but crack up, saying "Abandoned. Love of your life. Sheesh,
what a load!", before heading into the bathroom. I delighted in watching her
walk - the way her asscheeks clenched and relaxed, and the way her hips
swayed, were a delight to the eye.
It was a couple of minutes before she came out again, and when she did, I
saw the reason for the delay - she'd taken a little time to wipe off the
blood and other juices that had pretty well covered her between navel and
knee. In her hands, I could see not only the lubricant gel, but a washcloth
- apparently damp - and towel over her arm.
She blushed *ever* so slightly, and said "I, uh, thought I'd clean up a
little, and thought maybe you'd want to, too."
I answered by saying "That was very thoughtful, thank you.", and reaching
for the washcloth.
She held on to it, though, telling me "Um, it was my mess, and I wanted to
be the one to clean it up."
"It was OUR mess - I was there, too, remember?" - getting a grin in reply -
"I'm fine with cleaning up, but if you really want to do it, that's okay,
too."
She nodded, and after setting the lubricant on the nightstand, took hold of
my semi-erect penis with one hand as she held the damp cloth (still warm,
thankfully) in the other. When she'd gotten it clean, she easily moved on to
wipe off nearly all the other dried blood that she could find. Satisfied
with her handiwork, she left the towel on the bed as she went back into the
bathroom to drop off the damp cloth - again giving me an unwitting show of
her delights - and returning to sit on the bed, next to my hip, facing me
where I lay on my back.
Taking the gel into her hands, she sat there a few seconds before asking me
"Well, what's the best way of doing this?"
"It's probably easiest if we get the lube on both of us. We probably want to
make sure it's warm, so that nobody gets any cold surprises" - she grinned
at that, and nodded enthusiastically - "And I'm not in, uh, shape to do
anything with you at the moment, you might notice."
She looked down, and realized that I was still only semi-erect - and on the
heels of that, that I couldn't very well enter her in that condition.
She looked back up at me, and grinned "I think I can fix the third problem.
I understand the second, and agree. The first one, I understand, but I'm not
sure where to start, exactly."
"Okay, think it through, then. Put the problems in a different order, and
see if something doesn't occur to you.", I challenged.
A little bit later she said "Okay. Getting us both lubricated would seem to
be the last step. If the lubricant is cold, doing anything about your, uh,
shape wouldn't do much good. So I think the first thing to do is warm it up.
How?"
"It just needs to be someplace warm - body temperature is enough, right?"
She got a wicked grin on her face, and promptly raised up enough to slide
the tube into her vagina. Sitting back down, she said "Body temperature it
is! Boy that was cold, going in, though!", giggling.
I smiled back at her, and said "It's going to take a little bit for the gel
to warm up all the way. Is there anything about the other two problems you
can think of?"
Again, she thought about it for a little bit before her eyes lit up, and she
said "Yeah! Getting us both lubed up is a two-part problem, not just one.
Changing your shape is another, so I've got three problems again - but I can
use the solution to one problem to solve another: When I do something about
your shape, I can apply the lubricant to you at the same time, solving two
problems with one action. Getting the gel on me is the last thing, and it's
simple." She grinned at me, pleased with having figured it out herself with
only minimal prompting.
"Excellent. Now you know how to solve any problem that you might run into in
life."
"*HUH*?"
"Sure. Think about it - now you've got experience in solving problems. You
applied the easiest, most sensible ways to find a solution to something
known to mankind: see if you can re-order the problem so it makes more
sense. Prioritize it - that is, figure out what each item depends on. Break
each problem down into its simplest parts. Solve each problem in the order
it needs to be done, finding common solutions where you can. Bingo!
Problem's gone!"
"You're kidding, right?"
"Nope. The only thing I didn't mention was the ability to find solutions
outside those already known. If you'd asked me about the gel, I was going to
point out that your armpit gets warm, and might make a good heater - but you
blew that away with your own solution!"
She grinned at me, and said "Well, that one seemed kind of obvious, to me!"
"Understand - I don't have any problem with it; it just surprised me, was
all. The hardest thing I think you'll find when you start dealing with other
people's problems is that if you don't give them the kind of solution they
expect, something they're even a LITTLE bit familiar with, they'll argue
with you about it. It's not out of meanness or anything like that, it's just
plain old brain-lock, or some prejudice they have. Until you have a
reputation as someone that CAN solve problems, you'd better be ready to
razzle-dazzle folks with some really great explanations of how and why it
will work when you DO come up with something 'outside the lines' of what
they're familiar with. It's hard, and it's a pain in the ass, but it has to
be done - until you can teach them better. When I first started my business,
I had a hell of a time convincing people that the answers I had really
_were_ for the questions they had asked. It liked to have driven me crazy,
until I finally understood that they just didn't KNOW - and that I had to
teach them. Since then, it's gotten easier and easier, every time."
"Uh, on the subject of pain in the butt" - she grinned at her own joke -
"you think the lubricant is warm enough by now?"
"Did it feel cold very long?"
"No, just a little bit. Since then, I barely know it's there - except for
where it is, of course."
"Then it's probably warm enough."
Grinning again, she raised up, and dipped a couple of fingers inside to help
draw it out - and surprising me a bit by turning a little pink during the
process.
When she had the tube in her hand again, she sat back down, and opened the
lid to it, squeezing a bit into her hand, saying "Yeah, it feels fine, now."
She laughed when I told her "If it isn't, I'll let you know!"
With that, she reached over, and took me into her hands, softly stroking me
and spreading the lubricant along the length of my penis. Yeah, the gel was
warm enough, and it wasn't long before she started getting the desired
results as I slowly got harder and longer in her hand. Pausing once to
squirt another dollop of lube into her hand - "better too much, than not
enough, right?" - she soon had me fully erect, and thoroughly coated with
the gel.
Wiping her hands off on the towel she'd kept, she handed me the tube of
lubricant, saying "Your turn!", with a nervous grin.
I got onto my knees, and moved behind her as she moved onto her side, and
then rolled over onto her stomach before getting up on her hands and knees,
her back to me. I made sure to keep a firm grip on the tube, so that it
didn't cool too much by the time I was in position. Even so, after I
squirted a small blob of it onto my finger, I made sure to check it's actual
temperature before putting my fingers between her asscheeks. Even then, I
made a point not to apply it directly to her rectum, instead choosing to
apply it to the top of the cleft of her ass, and then pushing it down onto
the final target.
I smeared it around well, and made a couple of soft, preliminary pushes
against her nether hole; she didn't flinch or move away, so I figured there
was a pretty good chance that she was ready to go through with it.
Another dollop of gel - like she'd said, better too much than not enough -
and back to her buttocks, Smear it around again, but in a smaller area -
immediately on and around her anus; and pushing some of it inside her by
probing at her with my finger, and even getting as far as the end knuckle
into her sphincter. Back out, and another batch of lube - this one going
directly on the opening of her pink rosebud; gently and carefully working it
through her opening.
As I was doing all that, I had a clear view of her labia, and could see them
as they darkened in color, and extended with her increased arousal.
Wiping my hands on the towel, I moved closer behind her, my erection swaying
slightly before becoming wedged between her cheeks. She felt it, and arched
her back slightly, so that she presented me with a better entry angle.
Placing the glans against her pucker, and a hand on her hip, I paused to
tell her "Robyn, I don't think either one of us expects any problems with
this - but *please*, if you feel any pain, any discomfort, if you have *any*
problems, _let_me_know_. We don't have to give up, or anything like that;
it's just easier and better for both of us if we take it as slow as you're
comfortable with. Okay?"
"You better believe it!", she exclaimed.
That settled, I held myself in position as I gently, but firmly, pressed
myself against her. I could feel it as she deliberately relaxed herself, but
I was starting to think that it wasn't going to happen when the head
suddenly popped through - accompanied by a small squeak from her.
I immediately stopped, asking her "Are you okay? What do you want me to do?"
Without hesitation, she answered "I'm fine, I was just kind of surprised
when it popped in like that. It doesn't hurt or anything, it just feels kind
of weird. Go ahead whenever you want to - preferably soon!"
Putting my other hand on her hip, I held them firmly as I again hunched
myself forward with a single, smooth motion. I watched as nearly half my
length slid inside her before I had to pause again. The feeling of the tight
ring of her anus as it slid down my hardness was fantastic - something
entirely unique from the way her mouth or vagina had felt.
Gripping her hips again, I pressed forward, and was able to ease the rest of
my erection into her bowels. Fully inside her now, I stopped, giving her a
chance to get used to it, or let me know if she was uncomfortable.
She let out a gasp of breath, and told me "That feels *so* incredible. It
doesn't hurt, and it's not uncomfortable or anything; I just feel so *full*
inside. Move it some more, so I can really get a feel of it."
Thus encouraged, I slowly pulled out, her pucker following me slightly, as
her labia had before, but not as much. When I felt her just behind the head,
I stopped for a moment, and then slid myself back into her, gently and
carefully, listening to her moan in pleasure as I did.
A pause, then back out, and in, again. A shorter pause, and again. Shorter
pause, again.
Over the next several minutes, I gradually increased the tempo of my
thrusting - with Robyn's whole-hearted encouragement. When I slowed down a
bit, to catch my breath and get myself ready again, I heard her ask me "Is
there any way we can do this in another position? I want to see it, too, and
look at you when you shoot."
I thought about it for a moment and offered "I suppose we could do it face
to face, with me on top of you, but you'd have to pull your legs up pretty
far to see anything."
"I got good grades in gym class - I'm willing to try it."
With that, I slowly withdrew from her, easing my glans past the ring of her
muscle so as to not make any untoward noises. When she felt that I was free
of her, she rapidly let herself down on the bed, and rolled over so that she
was facing me. With a devilish smile, she spread her legs, and then pulled
them up toward her chest; when they were in reach, she used her hands to
pull her knees even farther, almost bracketing her head with them.
"Will this do it?", she sweetly inquired.
Awed by her flexibility - and the sight she presented - all I could do was
answer "Yeah, that'll do it!" before moving between her legs and leaning
over to put my hands on either side of her. Easing myself forward, I was
able to position the head of my penis against her most private opening.
Taking a breath, I pressed forward, and found that I could enter her easily
- in a single long push, I was able to again bury myself in her nether
region. I looked into her face, and saw that her eyes were closed, but the
expression on her face was one of unadulterated pleasure and satisfaction.
After a couple of strokes, she opened her eyes again, and after sharing a
look, the two of us moved our eyes down to watch as we joined in a rhythm -
if not manner - old as mankind.
The feeling as I thrust into her was pleasant (!!), but not enough to draw
me toward a climax. When I realized that I was starting to get tired, I knew
that I had to change my position, and get more stimulation.
Moving myself off my knees and onto my feet, I kept my body nearly straight
as I raised and lowered myself over her. The change of angle, and focus of
our union, were enough to further stimulate me, as I needed. In only a
couple of minutes, I could feel the stirring in my balls that signaled my
imminent release.
As I increased the tempo that I entered her, I noticed that Robyn, too,
seemed to be close to orgasm (her chants of "Oh, God" were a pretty good
clue). I was too far along in my own passion to be able to stop; all I could
do was hope that what I was doing would be enough for her, too.
Another minute or so of movement, and I felt my balls tighten up as they
readied to fire the first salvo of my release - making one last, solid
thrust into her, I was as deep as I could go into Robyn's back entry when my
climax hit in full.
Robyn was apparently at the very edge of her own release, because when the
first blast of my semen erupted to ricochets off her intestines, her orgasm
started. When it did, I could see it as her eyes rolled back into her head;
her entire body froze - except for those parts the were industriously
engaged in trying to milk every drop of bodily fluid I had, through my
penis.
Looking down, I could easily make out her labia, and watched as they
fluttered, and the mouth of her vagina clenched and unclenched, forcing
miniature waves of her lubrication out. I knew it wasn't the so-called
female ejaculation, but it was every bit as fascinating and erotic to see -
particularly when gravity pulled them down to where I was embedded in her.
The spasming of her rectum around me drew some of them in, and I swore I
could feel the change in how the lubrication felt.
Even as I was releasing the last couple squirts of my climax, I saw as Robyn
(mostly) came down from her own release: her eyes opened (though she had a
slightly vacant stare), and her body finally relaxed as she let her legs go,
allowing them to slide along my sides before hitting the bed. Her breathing
was still in short gasps and pants, and minor shudders ran through her. I
couldn't help but think that any guy that brought her to orgasm was damn
well going to know it, and be damned pleased with himself as a result.
With my penis now shrinking, the pressure of her anus finally forced it out,
and I was free to move over and lay down next to her. Laying on my side, I
took her in my arms, and then rolled onto my back - pulling her onto her
side, and closer to me, so that I could hold her better. As I softly
caressed her back and sides, giving her a physical reference to grab onto in
her obviously dazed state, I gradually managed to get my own breathing and
heart rate within norms.
After a bit, she gave a little start, as though just realizing where she
was. Looking up at me accusingly, she said "You did that on purpose, didn't
you?"
"I swear, it wasn't me, it was my evil twin, Cedric. What the hell are you
talking about?"
"Making me orgasm like that, is what I'm talking about.", she answered, a
little doubtfully.
"All I did was make love to you the way you asked me to. I think you knew it
was going to be something special to you from the way you kept wanting me to
do it. If you got more than you bargained for, I don't see how that's MY
fault!", I said, a little exasperated.
At the tone in my voice, she realized that she was being unfair, and quickly
apologized, saying "I'm sorry, Dan. It's just that you said you wouldn't do
that again, and then I went and had one of those pass-out orgasms. I know
that it wasn't you that did it, exactly, and that I DID ask you to make love
to me like that. It's just that it surprised me so bad!"
"Hmph."
"Really, I AM sorry I accused you of it. But this is all still so new to me,
and I didn't know it could even BE like that. Please? forgive me?"
I suppose that she _did_ have a point, about it being new and all, and
finally told her "Okay, I accept your apology. Just give it a second
thought, next time, would you?", I asked, plaintively
"I will, I promise." she answered, meekly.
That over, she settled down, and cuddled up even closer to me, putting her
arm on my chest and playing with a few of the hairs.
After a bit, she rolled away from me, and a moment later, I heard the sound
of a bottle of water being opened - than another. When she turned back, she
had the necks of both bottles in her hand, and offered me one. By this time,
they'd gone from cold, to merely cool; it was something of a relief when
both of us used my chest as a kind of beverage coaster.
We quietly lay there like that for several minutes, only raising our heads
now and then to take a sip of our drinks. Finally - and predictably, I
suppose - Robyn finished hers first, and set the bottle on the bed, but off
to the side where it was out of the way. From there, she went on to 'help'
me with mine. When it was gone, too, she set it aside, next to the other.
A couple of minutes later, she started squirming around a bit, and finally
raised herself up enough to look down at me, saying "I'm starting to feel
kind of, uh, squishy or something, you know, back there. And my butt still
feels like somebody could drive a car into it, if you know what I mean. Uh,
would you mind if I took a shower?"
"No, I wouldn't mind. In fact, if you want me, I'll be happy to join you,
and we can help clean each other up."
"Oh - you wash my back, and I wash yours, huh? I've *heard* about guys like
you, mister!", she teased.
"I promise - at no point will my fingers leave my hands.", I replied - and
causing her to go into a small fit of giggles.
When she'd gotten over them, she told me "I _guess_ I can trust you in the
shower. I'm not sure why, after you absolutely _ravished_ my young body, and
*violated* me so terribly! Oh, poor innocent little me!"
I laughed, and said "Poor, maybe. Innocent? _Now_? I don't think so! As for
any ravishing and violating, you brought in on yourself, Sister - and seemed
to enjoy it pretty good while it was happening!"
She laughed, too, before saying "Yeah, I enjoyed it pretty good - and I'm
damn glad I _did_ bring it on myself. I wouldn't have missed it for the
world - well, except for that sitting down too fast part; that one I think
I'd do a little different. But it's done, so the hell with it. Shower time?"
"You go ahead and get the water started; I'll be there in just a minute."
With that, she got up, and headed into the bathroom, closing the door part
way after she got in. I took a minute to clean up the bed a bit, and dump
our empty bottles in the wastebasket.
When I got to the bathroom, I rapped on the door, and heard "Uh, give me
just a second, okay?", followed by the sound of the toilet flushing.
Smiling to myself, I announced "Okay, your second is up."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, There's always a comedian. Okay, come on in."
I did, and saw that she was halfway through the shower door, and had the
water running. When she'd gotten it adjusted to her preference, she went on
in, and closed the door behind her.
Over the noise of the water, I told her "Okay, my turn. No peeking!"
"Like I'd want to!" was the reply.
When I flushed the toilet, I heard her gasp, in anticipation of a
temperature change; it didn't happen, and when I opened the door and got in
with her (happily, she had it _just short_ of scalding), the first thing out
of her mouth was to ask me why.
I had to explain to her that all of the water spigots in the house were on a
common line that had a pressurized reservoir, to help maintain a constant
pressure, even if there was a sudden change, like a toilet flushing.
"You though of everything about this place, didn't you?", she asked as
she scrubbed my back (oh, ecstasy!).
"Probably not - but then, if I did forget something, I haven't noticed it
yet, either."
A bit later, when she started to wash her hair, I asked if I could do it -
she had a luxurious mane that went well past her shoulders, slightly curly,
and almost brick red in color. She readily agreed, and I spent the next few
minutes savoring how soft and thick it was, even with the shampoo rinsed out
of it.
When we were both satisfied at how well we'd cleaned each other, she shut
the water off, and we got out to dry off, using the thick, heavy cotton
(Turkish?) towels I favored. As she was drying me off, she asked "What kind
of lubricant was that? I was afraid that it was going to, uh, be with me for
a while, but it washed right off in the shower."
"Oh, it's water-soluble. I've tried the petroleum-based stuff, but like you
say, it tends to stay around longer than I like, so I went with the other."
When we were both dry, and after she'd borrowed Kelly's hair dryer, we were
both ready to leave the bathroom. When we did, she saw that I'd cleaned
things up a bit, and quickly offered to change the sheets - "I wouldn't want
to use them after someone else left them like that, and I'm not going to do
it to them!". I started to get them, but she didn't hesitate to ask me where
they were, and then tell me to go on into the den - she'd be there is a
jiffy. I liked her attitude, and sense of responsibility, and did as she
said.
When I entered the den alone, all of them looked behind me, for Robyn. I
told them that she'd stayed behind for a little bit, to clean up - without
specifying who or what was being cleaned up. They accepted it, and Kelly and
Susan made room for me on the couch, between them.
Once I was seated, Jan asked if I was hungry or thirsty. I admitted to a
little of both, and when she started for the kitchen, added that Robyn might
be, too. Jan simply gave me the Goober look, and said "Of course!" before
continuing on her way. Having been thoroughly put in my place, I simply sat
back and listened to the rest of them as they chatted - and found out that
Sandra had found out about girls with Kelly while Susan, Candice, and Jan
had been talking and trying to ignore them.
A couple minutes later, I heard the tinkling of glass as Jan brought in a
tray of sodas, a beer (apparently for me), and a couple of sandwiches. A few
seconds later, Robyn came in, as well. Jan told her that the other sandwich
was hers - I'd already latched on to one, and taken a big bite out of it -
and that there were plenty of drinks left, to just help herself. Kelly
opened the beer, and when I'd swallowed the bite of sandwich I'd taken,
handed it to me, and I thanked her.
All of us sat around in the den like that while Robyn and I refueled and
refreshed ourselves. The others mostly chatted among themselves, but didn't
hesitate to include us at strategic moments - such as when we DIDN'T have
food in our mouths. In general, it was as though Robyn and I had never left:
they acknowledged that we were hungry and thirsty, and made accommodations
for those facts; but otherwise seemed to take no notice of WHY we were
hungry and thirsty. I wasn't worried about it, either way - I knew that
Kelly and Jan were simply too courteous and polite to make anything of it,
and suspected that Sandra would follow their example. As the seconds went
by, I could visibly SEE Robyn relax as no one made any fuss about her
presence or absence.
It was only when Robyn and I had finished eating that any of them bothered
us - and even then, it was low-key: Kelly turned to ask Robyn something, and
then looked at her again, more closely. In a quiet voice, and as Jan
listened, Kelly asked her "You got it, didn't you?"
Robyn nodded, and that was all Kelly needed. She smiled at Robyn, as did
Jan, and asked the question she'd meant to ask. A minute or so later, Sandra
turned to Robyn, too, and paused. The two of them shared a Look, then a
smile, and Sandra went back to what she'd been doing. So subtle was it that
Susan and Candice never seemed to notice that any of it had happened.
As I listened to them, I noticed that Susan was casually pulling herself out
of the conversation, and easing in my direction. I helped by moving over a
bit under the guise of resettling myself on the couch, so that she wouldn't
have to move as far, and could speak to me quietly without the others
overhearing her. When she realized what I'd done, she smiled at me, and
finally scooted over next to me. She looked around quickly, and saw that
none of the others were going to take notice, and relaxed a bit as she
leaned toward me.
"Dan, can I talk to you?"
"Of course. Would you like someplace a little quieter?"
"Uh, yeah, if we could."
"Sure, Come on."
I took her by the hand, and told the others "There's something I want Susan
to help me with. We'll be back in a bit." The others simply nodded, and went
back to what they were talking about.
To my eye, she was visibly relieved that I'd taken the onus for our absence;
I led her back to the second bedroom, and sat down with her on the edge of
the bed. She glanced toward the door, and I went over and closed it, then
sitting back down so that we were not quite facing each other directly.
Taking her hand in mine, I gently asked her "What is it you want to talk
about? Is something wrong?"
She smiled briefly, and said "No, there's nothing wrong, exactly."
"Then what's on your mind, then, exactly?", mildly teasing her.
She smiled at my efforts, and said "There's something that I think I have to
talk to you about."
"What's that?"
"Uh, it's about tonight, and what you've been doing with Sandra and Robyn."
"Is it something you want to say, or something you want to know?", I asked.
She hesitated, and answered "It's something I have to say. But it's kind of
awkward, and I don't want to hurt your feelings by saying it wrong." With
that, her eyes started to tear up.
"Susan, it's okay, really. I'm a big boy, now" - a brief smile crossed her
face - "and I don't hurt so easy. And you just told me it's awkward, so I
know that it's something you might have to explain to me so I can understand
it. I can see that it's something important to you, and I care about you, so
I promise you that I'll listen to what you have to say very carefully, and
not jump to any sudden decisions or anything, okay?"
She looked at me, and saw the concern I had for her, and nodded.
"So what is it that you wanted to tell me?", I asked.
She hesitated a moment, and said "While you were, uh, gone with Sandra and
Robyn, the rest of us were in the den, talking about stuff. I mean, just all
kinds of stuff; but when Candice or I asked, Kelly and Jan were also willing
to talk to us about them, and you. And while they were talking, I realized
that, as much as I thought I loved you, I don't think that I would be happy
sharing you the way they do. And when I thought of that, I realized that I'm
just not ready to, uh, do all of that. I mean, you're nice and kind and all
of that; and I'm sure that everything they said about you being patient and
gentle is true - but I'm just not *ready* for that, yet!" - and with that,
she pretty much fell apart. Crying in deep, racking sobs, she all but
collapsed in on herself, as if she was imploding.
I took her hand, holding it, and after a few seconds, she let me draw her
onto my lap and into my arms, where i held her and softly stroked her back,
and whispered reassurance to her, until she'd gotten herself under control
again.
After a couple minutes, she indicated that she wanted to sit down again - I
readily let her go, and when she left my arms, got up to get her some
tissues - she was still crying and sniffling a bit. Handing them to her, I
sat down again, no closer than I had been before: I wanted to make sure she
knew and felt that I wasn't trying to make any moves on her.
I took her hand again, and started speaking to her, softly.
"Susan, that's okay. I understand, I really do. If you're not ready, then
you're not ready - and that's the right choice for you, because YOU made it.
I respect your choice, just like the others would, if they knew; and I'll
honor it - I _have_ to, because I care about you, and want to do my best for
you. I don't think there's anything wrong with you, or bad about you,
because of that. If anything, I _admire_ you for having the courage to say
that you're not ready. I'm not hurt by it, because I know I'm not so
handsome that all the girls fall for me," - she smiled at that - "And I'm
not upset by it because I would never, ever want you to do anything you
weren't comfortable with, and happy about. Have I _ever_ touched you in a
way that you weren't sure about?"
"No, of course not!"
"And I never will, unless YOU tell me it's okay, and let me because you WANT
me to. NOBODY in this house is going to try to push you into something you
don't want - EVER. If anything, I think every last one of us would be
willing to fight to stop something like that! Shucks, I DID fight once, for
that very reason, remember?"
She nodded, and I went on.
"Susan, ALL of us care for you, and want the very best for you. There isn't
a one of us that would do ANYTHING to hurt you. I think that if you think
back and remember what Jan and Kelly had to say, you'll realize that they
were saying that the choices they made, and the things they did, were right
for THEM. And if you think about it a little bit, you'll realize that they
were NOT saying that the choices they made were the only ones, or that those
choices were right for everyone."
She was quiet for a couple minutes as she thought about it, and finally
nodded her head before saying "Yeah, that's right."
"So there's no reason for you to cry and be unhappy, unless it just makes
you feel better." She smiled again, and I continued "We're your _friends_
here, all of us, including me, I hope - and we love you and care for you,
and want the best for you. And that includes not doing or saying anything to
make you think you HAD to do something you didn't want to do. Okay?"
She nodded, and when I opened my arms, willingly moved in to let me hug her
in reassurance. And when she started to move back, I just as willingly let
her go.
As she sat there, drying her tears, I asked her "Would you like to talk to
Jan, or Kelly? Do you think they would be able to do anything to help?"
She thought for a moment, and said "Um, if Jan wanted to come in, I think I
could talk to her."
"You've got it. I know she'd want to help you. I'll be back in just a
second, okay?"
She nodded, and I headed into the den. Once I was there, I waited for a
pause in the conversation, and asked "Jan, could I have a few minutes of
your time?"
She nodded, and got up. When she got close to me, she could see the concern
in my eyes, and quietly asked what was going on. I just shook my head, and
led the way back into the bedroom where Susan was still sitting.
When we were inside, and I'd closed the door again, I told Jan - loudly
enough for Susan to hear me - "Somehow, Susan got the idea or impression
that she should, or was supposed to, make love with me."
Jan's eyes immediately went to Susan, who looked up and saw the pain and
concern Jan felt for her.
I went on, telling her "I sat down with her, and explained that that simply
wasn't the way things happen here, and that if she wasn't ready, then ALL of
us would respect her choice, and not do ANYTHING to try to change her mind
or push her into doing something she didn't want to do. She feels better
about it, now, but when I asked her, she said she thought she could talk to
you."
Jan turned back to look at me, and gave me a small nod of understanding
before looking back to Susan.
I turned to Susan, and told her "Unless you really WANT to have me around,
I'll go ahead and leave you alone. Anything you say to Jan is between you
and her - and I'm sure you know by now that she isn't going to repeat it to
anyone else, even me, without your permission."
With that, I paused a moment to give Susan the chance to tell me to stay, if
she wanted to. She didn't, and I made my way back to the den, closing the
bedroom door behind me.
When I got there, the others noted my return with their eyes, but didn't
make anything of it. As their conversation went on, I contributed to it when
I thought I had something to add, but otherwise simply kept myself ready to
go back to Susan, when she was ready.
About the time I finished my beer, I noticed Jan out of the corner of my
eye; and when I looked at her, she indicated that she wanted me to come back
with her.
When we got to the bedroom, Jan sat next to Susan, and I sat a little
farther away, facing them.
Jan spoke first, saying "We had a nice talk, and got things straightened
out. She understands us, now, and she's okay with it. I don't know how, but
there was some misunderstanding, and Susan started worrying that she was
supposed to make love with you."
Here, Susan spoke up, saying "No, there wasn't a misunderstanding. I thought
I loved him more than I did, and when I heard you two talking about him, and
how you share him and all that, it just kind of made me crazy. And when that
happened, I realized that I didn't love him as much as I thought; and then I
wasn't as sure as I thought that I was ready to make love. But I had a hard
time admitting it to myself, and tried to blame you when it wasn't your
fault. None of you did _anything_ wrong; it was just me, making myself
crazy. It's okay now, and I'm really sorry for getting you upset like that."
Jan took Susan's hand, but before she could say anything, I spoke up.
"Susan, it's okay. You didn't really upset us - we were just worried for
you, because we care about you. Don't worry about it. Mistooks happen." -
she smiled at the joke - "Nobody's dead, and nobody's bleeding, so it
couldn't have been that big of a mistake, right?"
She smiled, and nodded.
"The bad thing was that you were upset. The good thing is that you had a
nice cry. All things considered, I'd say that it evened out pretty good."
Here, Jan joined in, telling her "Susan, we're your _friends_. All of us,
but especially Dan. If there's something bothering you, or something on your
mind, _talk_ to us - we're always here to listen, and help, okay?"
Susan sniffled a bit, and nodded.
I slowly reached out, and put my hand under her chin, lifting it so I could
look into her eyes. When she finally made eye contact with me, I told her
"What Jan just said is exactly right, Susan. You can come to any one of us,
at any time, and we'll be there for you, no matter what. Promise me you
will?"
She saw the honesty and sincerity in my eyes, and I could see the
reassurance and confidence as they took over her, and she smiled at me
before saying "I promise."
I smiled back at her, and asked "Feel better now?"
"Yeah - but I'm pretty tired, too."
"If you want to, go ahead and lay down here, and go to sleep if you want.
Nobody will bother you - except maybe to snuggle up with you.", Jan told
her.
"Oh, I couldn't sleep! I'm just a wreck right now!"
I grinned and said "I'll bet I could help you get to sleep!"
"How?"
"I'd give you a nice massage - put you out like a light!"
"Ooooh, you are SO lucky! Do you know how much I have to beg him to give ME
a massage? And he just ups and OFFERS to GIVE you one. He makes _me_ beg and
grovel - for HOURS.", Jan exclaimed, exaggerating a bit (okay, a lot. I LIKE
giving them massages).
"I... I'm not sure it would work.", Susan said.
"Wanna bet?", I asked, teasing her.
"Bet what?"
"I'll bet that if I give you a massage, you'll fall asleep. If I win, you
give me a kiss tomorrow morning."
"And if you lose, what?", Susan asked, getting into the spirit.
"What do you want?"
"Uh.... How about breakfast in bed, whatever I want?"
"Deal. I win, I get a kiss. You win, any breakfast you want, in bed. Right?"
"That's the deal."
"You've got a bet. Better start getting your lips warmed up!", I teased.
Susan realized just how confident I was, and it seemed to shake her for a
moment. It didn't help her any when she looked at Jan, who just grinned and
told her "You are going to lose _so_ bad!"
When I started flexing my hands, to loosen them up, Jan said "I'll get some
lotion - be right back." - and left.
I stood up, and told Susan "Go ahead an lay down on the bed, on your
stomach. Leave your legs apart a little bit, and just let your arms lay at
your sides. You can leave your eyes open, or close them, whichever you
want."
She did, and looked at me, a bit apprehensively.
"Have you ever had a massage before?", I asked.
"Uh, no, not really. I mean, I've had people rub my shoulders, but not a
real _massage_."
"Okay, then let me tell you what's going to happen. What I'm going to do is
going to be like having someone rub your shoulders - only all over. I'll be
touching your arms and legs and body and so on - but I will _not_ be
touching you intimately. If you don't mind, I'll touch your breasts, too -
but not sexually. If you would rather I didn't, I can do that too; it's not
a problem."
"No, it's okay; I trust you, really.", she told me, as Jan came back in with
the lotion, and closing the door.
"Thank you - for your trust. What I'm doing will feel good. It _might_ even
feel, uh, sexy to you; but that's NOT what I'm trying to make you feel. All
I'm trying to do is help you relax by rubbing some of the stress and tension
out of your muscles, okay?"
Susan nodded, and looked at Jan, who told her "It's okay. He gives me and
Kelly massages, too, and he _never_ makes them about sex. They feel so good
that WE usually make them about sex, afterwards, but that's not why or how
HE does them. If you're nervous or anything, I can stay here and keep you
company if you want."
Susan told her "No, that's okay; I know he's not going to do anything with
me. And having anybody else around for this would only make me _more_
nervous. But thanks for offering, though - I really appreciate it."
Jan smiled again, and said "Okay, that's cool." before handing me the
lotion, and leaving us.
"Okay, then. Are you ready to start?", I asked her.
"Uh, yeah, I guess so." Her tone of voice, and body language, told me she
wasn't, really; but I figured that was what I was there to take care of.
"Mabel!"
"Yes, sir?"
"Lights to ten percent, please."
The lights dimmed, so that Susan and I could still see each other, but the
room wasn't _too_ bright.
"Sound effects, please. Ocean, volume zero point five."
A second later, the room was filled with the faint sounds of gentle seas
falling on a beach.
"Volume down, point one, please."
The sound faded slightly, so that it was still audible, but more in the
background.
"That's fine. Thank you."
"Thank you, sir."
I told Susan "The lights are down so you can fall asleep if you want, but I
can still see well enough to give you the massage. The ocean noise is
something that I included when I designed the system; sometimes I have
trouble getting to sleep at night, and the sound of the ocean, or rain, or
some other kind of background noise like that - it's called 'white noise',
by the way - helps me relax."
She nodded her understanding, and then said "I really do trust you, you
know."
"I know. And that's why I thanked you for your trust."
A moment later, she asked "I'm going to fall asleep, aren't I? Whether I
really want to or not?"
"Probably. I mean, if you *really* didn't want to, you wouldn't, but
otherwise, there's a pretty good chance."
"I think this is one bet I'm not going to mind losing.", she told me with a
smile.
Moving over to stand near her head, I opened the lotion, and put a little on
my hands so it warmed up a bit. As I was doing so, she looked up a me and
asked "Jan said you give her and Kelly massages, too. Why?"
"Because sometimes they get tense, too, like about school and such. I love
them, so I want to help them feel less tense, and I give them a massage.
Besides, I like to touch them!", I added, with a grin.
"What do you mean, touch them? Jan said you didn't make your massages about
sex."
"I don't. I said exactly what I meant: I like to touch them. The two of them
don't feel _anything_ alike, to me. As I give them a massage, it gives me
the chance to _feel_ them - how their skin is different on different parts
of their bodies, and how their different muscles feel. To me, a massage
isn't a _sex_ual event, it's a *sen*sual event. And it's as nice for me
being able to massage them and give them that kind of pleasure, as it is for
them to BE massaged."
"What's the difference between sexual, and, uh, sensual?"
"What's your favorite food?"
"Huh? Uh, cheeseburgers, I guess. Why?"
"Do you remember the best cheeseburger you ever had?"
"Sure!"
"Did it do anything to make you feel sexually excited?"
"No, of course not."
"THAT'S the difference. What you remember about that cheeseburger is the
sensuality of it: the taste of it, how firm and juicy it was, how the bun
tasted, maybe how the bun kind of crunched where it was toasted, all of
that. You probably have clothes that you like to wear because you like the
way they feel on your skin. That's sensuality, too. Understand?"
"Yeah, I do! So sensuality is anything that brings pleasure to our senses."
"Now you've got it. And you can understand why I like to give girls massages
- it gives me a chance to touch them, and satisfy a little part of my own
sensuality. I trade something that makes THEM feel good for something that
makes ME feel good."
She nodded her understanding, and I moved over to the bed. Leaning over, I
let her see me as I reached down to put my hands on her shoulders. She
didn't flinch or start, so I started massaging the muscles on her shoulders
first. I could feel how tense she was, but then, I *do* give good massages,
and soon had the knots out. Replenishing the lotion supply as necessary, I
included her neck, and then worked my way down one of her arms, focusing on
her triceps and outer forearm muscles, to her hand. There I massage not only
her hand, but each of her fingers, as well. When I moved back to her
shoulders, I was careful to allow my fingers to run along her arm, not soft
enough to tickle, but still soft enough to not mess up the progress I'd
already made in getting her relaxed. The reason I touched her as I moved -
indeed, for as long as I was massaging her, I always had one hand on her -
was so that there wouldn't be any break in the physical contact to interrupt
the whole process.
I gave her shoulders another short massage, and then went on to the other
arm, with the same attention to detail, and then back to her shoulders -
where I could tell that she was finally letting go of the tension she was
feeling.
From her shoulders, I started working my way down - her upper, then lower,
back, paying special attention to the muscles at the small of her back, near
the spine. From her waist, I got both hands working her sides, armpit to
waist; then gradually shifting my attentions to her hips - and then
buttocks, careful not to move my hands and thumbs too far between them.
From her buttocks, I gradually shifted my attention to one side, easing my
way to her thigh. Moving more quickly, but still massaging her, I worked my
way down her leg to her feet. From there, I began my real efforts, starting
with her heels and Achilles tendon, and working my way back up her leg, FAR
more slowly. Her calf soon turned to putty, and with it conquered, the back
of her thigh soon followed.
Back across her butt, as I'd done with her shoulders, and back down the
other leg, so that I again started the 'real' massage at her foot. By the
time I got to her buttocks again, there wasn't a tense muscle to be found on
her.
Drawing my hand up her back, I moved to her shoulders. She started to raise
up to turn over; she'd barely started to move when stopped her, saying
"Relax, Susan. I'll do it; if YOU move, it makes your muscles tighten up -
if *I* move you, you stay nice and relaxed. Okay?"
She murmured her assent, and I kneeled down, putting one hand under her
shoulder and the other on her hip. Lifting her torso, I was able to twist
her enough that pushing up on her hip got her starting to roll over. Holding
her, I was able to ease her the rest of the way, so that with no effort on
her part, I was able to get her onto her back without any sudden movements.
I arranged her arms so she was comfortable, and moved on.
With the front of her available, I moved the hand that had been on her
shoulder to her hip, then removed the other one. Standing, I allowed my hand
to slide down the top of her leg as I moved to her feet.
Starting with the bottoms of her feet, I paid special attention to the
muscle that runs along the instep, and then the ones just behind the ball of
the foot. Her toes were next, then the tops of her feet. Moving my hands up
her leg, I re-massaged her calf, mostly working the sides of it that were
difficult to do properly when she was on her back.
When they were done, it was on to her thighs - first the tops, where the
large muscles are, then the sides. The first time she felt my hand slide up
the inside of her thigh, she opened her eyes slightly (she was nearly
asleep), but closed them again when I stopped after only moving halfway up
her leg. I gradually moved the range of my motions from knee-to-midthigh to
midthigh-to-groin - again, being careful not to give any indication that I
was trying to touch her too intimately. In fact, the closest I got to
actually touching her mons was when the hand on the inside of her thigh
slightly brushed the hair well to the side of her cleft - which was readily
visible.
From the top of her thigh, I worked my way across her lower belly - above
her pubic hair - and then back to the other leg. Using the same quick-moving
massage technique as I had with the back of her legs, I worked her from foot
to thigh again, and then back to her lower belly.
Up her torso, and extending out to include her sides, I soon found myself at
her chest, where I worked on all the muscles I could reach - even those that
I could get to at the edges of her breasts, without doing anything to touch
any more of her mammaries than was necessary to reach the underlying
muscles. Past her breasts, it was on the muscles on her upper body. From
there, the rest of her arms - biceps and inner forearm muscles. Trace a
route up her arm, and on to the other. When that one was done, I quietly
asked her "Starting to feel better?", and getting a soft, sleepy "MM-hmm" in
reply. I told her "There's still a little more, and then I'm done."
I finished up by working through the muscles at her throat, and then softly
rubbing the ones in her face; I eased out of the massage by easing my way
from rubbing the muscles in her face, to softly stroking only her skin. As I
did, I watched her more closely, and could see that she'd finally fallen
asleep, completely.
I stood up and moved over to the chest where I kept the linens for the bed,
and pulled out a light sheet. I unfolded it well away from her, so as to not
cause any sudden drafts across her body, and then carefully laid it across
her to help keep her warm, and any drafts off.
Then I went into the bathroom and got a small towel to wipe the traces of
lotion off my hands. With that done, I eased out the door, closing it
quietly behind me. I left the lights and background noise going for the
simple reason that directing Mabel to turn them off might have disturbed
Susan; besides, the noise was helping to keep her relaxed.
When I got back to the den, Candice looked up at me, and asked "Where's
Susan?"
I told her "She was feeling a little sleepy" - Jan grinned at me, and winked
- "so she went to bed. She probably wouldn't mind company for sleeping, but
might not appreciate being disturbed."
All of them nodded in understanding, and Jan asked me "Would you like
another beer?"
I looked at the clock, and saw that it was well past one o'clock in the
morning - and suddenly felt every year of my age.
"I think I can pass on the beer, but a soda would be good.", I answered.
She nodded, and quickly went into the kitchen. A minute later, she handed me
a cold Coke.
As I sipped it, I listened to the rest of them as they talked. It was mostly
Candice asking questions about my relationship with Kelly and Jan, with them
answering. Robyn and Sandra would sometimes join in with questions of their
own; or amplify on something that Jan or Kelly had said when it was
something they had some knowledge of. A couple of times, one of them would
direct a question at me, mostly as a request to explain something that they
were having difficulty with. I answered the best I could, sometimes
explaining something a couple of different ways so as to make a point, or to
ensure that what I was saying was clear enough.
Finally, though, the late hour got to me. I stood up, and told them "It's
too late for an old man like me" - Kelly and Jan both snorted in derision -
"so I'm going to bed. I'm leaving the door open, so if anyone wants to join
me, they're welcome - but if the bed breaks, that's too many." Kelly and Jan
both laughed - they knew how solid was the frame under the bed - it was
essentially a waterbed frame and rested on the floor: it *might* break if
Godzilla stepped on it.
All of them wished me good night, and as I headed down the hall, I heard Jan
say "Hey! I want a goodnight kiss, first!", followed by Kelly making a
similar demand.
"Too late!", I called back to them, and heard Kelly say "Like hell!"
As I turned to go into the bedroom, I could see both of them walking toward
me; tired as I was, I went straight to the bed and laid down on it without
waiting for them. A few seconds later, both of them were in bed with me, one
on each side, sitting cross-legged and facing me.
Jan looked down at me and said "That was really nice what you did for Susan.
She was really worried; when you talked to her, it really helped her a lot."
Kelly looked at her, and asked "What happened?", concerned.
"Susan was just a little worried about some things, and wanted to talk to
me. I answered some questions, and explained a couple things, and it was
okay."
Kelly looked at Jan, and the two of them shared a Look before Jan looked at
me again, and said "Well, she told me that whatever you two talked about, it
really did make her feel a LOT better. And that massage was the perfect
touch."
"You gave her a massage?! No wonder she 'felt sleepy'! Sheesh.", Kelly said,
grinning.
"We're going to stay up and talk a while, okay?", Jan asked.
"Of course! Just try to keep it below riot level, okay?", I answered.
Both of them gave me the Goober look - they knew *I* knew they were
better-mannered than that.
That settled, first Kelly, then Jan, kissed me before getting up and heading
back to the den. I told Mabel to turn the lights off and cancel any alarms,
and was soon asleep.
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Not surprisingly, I was the first to wake up the next morning - only to
discover that I couldn't move. At least, not much, and not easily.
Moving my head to look around, I found out that I was approaching the
occupancy limit of the bed, with Kelly, Jan, Robyn, and Sandra all opting to
take me at my word. Candice, I imagined, was in the other bedroom, keeping
Susan company. Whether from lack of room here, or not, I didn't dare guess.
Kelly was plastered to my back, her arm around me and holding my (now erect
- morning or situation, I wouldn't have bet either way) penis - which was
pressing against Robyn's smooth butt as she snuggled into my lap/stomach.
Jan was facing Robyn, and had her arm thrown over both of us; Sandra was
spooning with Kelly, her hand neatly cupping Kelly's breast.
Not wanting to disturb them, since I didn't know when they'd finally gone to
bed, it took me nearly five minutes of very careful pushing and wiggling to
make enough room to be able to actually get loose of them. Even then, I had
to stand up, and carefully make my way to the edge before I could actually
get _off_. Once on the floor, I quickly headed to the bathroom to recycle
that last soda I'd had. With that done, the change in priorities led me to
the kitchen, where I quickly got some coffee started - as far as I'm
concerned, coffee is the Nectar of *Life*.
While it burbled and hissed, I sat down on one of the stools, and thought
over the events of the previous day and evening. I couldn't help but wonder
what the changes would do to Sandra and Robyn; that they'd be good changes I
didn't doubt, but exactly how it would affect them, I couldn't decide.
When the coffee finished, I quickly poured myself a cup, and after letting
it cool a bit, took a sip - and immediately felt much better. The next few
minutes, I continued my contemplations on how my life would change with not
just two, but now FOUR, attractive, sexually alive young women in it. I
didn't think the changes would be bad, but I wasn't sure if they would be
GOOD, either - but that there would be changes was never in question.
While pouring myself a second cup, I was mildly surprised to see Susan walk
into the kitchen. When she saw me, she gave me a radiant smile as she sat on
a stool facing me, and said "That was the best night's sleep I've had in a
LONG time. Now I know why Jan told me I was going to lose so bad, too - I
never really had a chance, did I?", with a grin.
"Nope. I'm *sneaky*, you see.", I told her as I grinned back.
"Well, it's a sneaky I could learn to like - in about two seconds, I think!
Uh, I could tell when you were getting close to my, uh, between my legs; but
when you didn't get any closer, I just let you keep going - what you were
doing was feeling *so* good. Now I *really* understand what you meant about
'sensual' - that massage was something sensual, if ever there was one; but
it wasn't really _sexual_ - even though I could feel myself getting kind of,
um, excited. Now I know why Jan said that THEY make it sexual, after you
give them a massage!"
I smiled at her, and said "Thank you - I enjoyed it, too."
She looked at me for a moment, her head tilted, and said "Yeah, I believe
you did. And you know what?"
"What's that?"
"I'm glad. I *like* being touched by you that way, and if you like doing it,
then that just makes the whole thing even better, doesn't it?"
"Yup. Want some coffee?"
"You better believe it - that's what woke me up."
I poured her a cup, which she promptly ruined by putting cream and sugar in
it.
Watching her, I said "Some people. Can't drink coffee without messing it up
with _stuff_. Ought to be a law. Damn sissy.". teasing her.
"Yeah, well, I *am* a girl, if you hadn't noticed."
I laughed, and said "Yeah, I've noticed. Kinda hard not to!"
She blushed slightly, but didn't say anything as she took a sip of her
concoction.
After we'd both had a couple of swallows, she suddenly started a bit, saying
"Oh, my!"
"What?"
"I almost forgot!"
"Almost forgot what?"
"Our bet!"
I laughed a bit, and told her "Susan, it's okay. Really. If you want to kiss
me because you want to kiss me, that's fine; but you don't have to because
of any bet."
"But I *do* want to. Not just because of the bet, but because of how nice
you've been - not just about me, but having all of us here, and all that."
"In that case, I'll be happy to kiss you."
With that, she got up from where she was sitting, and moved over to stand in
front of me. Taking my hands and putting them around her, she stepped closer
to hug me as she gave me a kiss. A long one. Long enough, in fact, that we
were surprised by the sound of a cupboard being opened.
Susan suddenly stepped back from me, and turned, to see that Kelly was
standing there, looking at us, a small smile on her lips. Susan blushed, and
started to say something when Kelly shushed her, saying "It's okay. You want
to kiss him, kiss him. You want to jump his bones, here in the kitchen, go
for it. Just let me get some coffee first, okay?" - and then gently guiding
Susan back in front of me.
Susan stared as Kelly poured herself a cup of coffee. When Kelly turned, she
saw Susan staring at her, and asked "What? Is there a bug in my hair? A
booger in my nose? What?"
Susan looked at me, and I just smiled and shrugged. She turned back to Kelly
and asked "Y.. You don't mind? Really?"
"No, why should I?"
"But..."
"Look," Kelly interrupted, telling her "I'm fine. I love him. I trust him. I
love you. I trust you. If you want to, and he wants to, then I'm cool with
it. Listen to me: he's got enough love inside him that he could give you
more than you could handle, and STILL have more than enough for me, and Jan,
and Robyn, and Sandra, and anyone else that turned up. With him, it's not
about sex, it's about _loving_. Afraid we'll be jealous, or mad? Don't be. I
get enough love from him to keep me delirious. So does Jan. So will Sandra,
and Robyn. You want some of his love? Take all you want - none of the rest
of us will ever notice any missing. Want to haul him off to another room and
hump his brains out? Good luck - I'll take bets that you wear out before he
does. But there isn't a person in this house that would give it a second's
thought - because WE love him, too. Enough that if it made him happy to want
to make love with you - because it would make YOU happy - then we'd be
happy, too, because HE was happy."
Susan just looked at her, as Kelly took a sip of her coffee, and went on "He
has made me so happy, in so many ways, that I *couldn't* be upset about
something that made him feel good. If I did, it would be like I was
_dishonoring_ him - because HE isn't jealous about stuff like that. Jan
feels the same way - we've talked about it, and we both understand that it
gets back to wanting to make ourselves better people, so that we're more
like him. I'd bet that Sandra and Robyn do, too, for the same reason. I
figure it this way: the only reason that he would make love with someone is
because he KNEW that they wanted to do it to be happy - to feel good, like
when you kiss, only more. And we know him well enough to know that that's
the ONLY reason he would make love with someone - and that making love to
them for that reason would make HIM happy. Understand?"
Susan nodded, and then turned to look at me.
Kelly looked at me too, a smile on her face, before leaving Susan and I
alone.
Even as she was leaving, Susan looked into my eyes, and told me "Dan, I
realize that I *do* love you. So much that, If you wanted me to, I'd even
make love with you."
"Except that it's not whether *I* want us to make love, Susan, it's if YOU
want us to."
"I know. I guess that's part of the reason that I love you. And it proves to
me, by myself, that I'm right to trust you - because I know that you
wouldn't make love to me for _any_ other reason. I mean, I'm standing here,
naked, in front of you. You can see my breasts and between my legs, and
everything; just like I can see you while YOU sit there, just as naked. I'm
not embarrassed now, like I was, at first, last night - either to have you
see me, or to look at you. I know you said you think I'm pretty" - she
quickly put a finger on my lips to silence me - "and that makes me FEEL
pretty. And I know that you like to touch me, just like I like having you
touch me - and like touching you. I'm still not ready to make love, but I
understand what Kelly said, and if I *was* ready, I WOULD take you into one
of the other rooms, and see if she was right about which one of us wore out
first! But until then, I'll be happy with this." - and moved into my arms
again, giving me a much more substantial kiss that the first one.
More intimate, too.
And longer.
Lots longer.
When we finally broke apart, she was panting slightly, and her nipples were
erect. We stood there, looking into each other's eyes for a bit, until a
movement got my attention.
Looking over her shoulder, I could see Jan and Sandra standing there,
watching us. When Susan notice I wasn't looking at her, she turned around -
and saw them, too. I could see her ears pinkened a little in embarrassment
at having an audience, but otherwise, she didn't seem to have any reaction.
Robyn, though, did.
"See, I told you they'd have to come up for air, *some* time.", she said.
"Yeah, but I think both of them showed surprising breathing control, don't
you?", Jan responded.
"Yes, indeed. I'd give them a 9.5 - what do you think?"
"Hmmm. 9.6, I'd say - after all, it is still early in the morning, and Susan
IS still kind of new at this."
"Good point. Well, there you have it, folks: the judges have awarded our
contestants a 9.5 and 9.6 - putting them on the track to Olympic gold!",
Robyn concluded, with a grin.
There was a short wait, the three of them looking at each other.
"Breathing control, huh?", Susan said, continuing "Unlike YOU two
mouth-breathers, WE'VE learned to breathe through our NOSES. So _there_!"
Jan and Robyn both made exaggerated surprised/serious faces, and in a few
seconds, all three of them burst out in laughter.
Moving forward, Robyn gave Susan a hug, telling her "I'd say 'good morning',
but I see you're already having one."
Jan was next, hugging Susan as well, then giving her a kiss on the lips -
and getting one in return. When she turned around, I could see that Susan
had finally completely accepted how things worked here, and was comfortable
with it.
Robyn headed for the fridge, and got out a bottle of orange juice; Jan went
straight for the coffee pot. As she went by, she saw the coffee that Susan
had made. Taking her by the arm, Jan pulled her over a bit, and told her
"Listen, there is ONE thing you're going to have to get straight about being
here."
"What's that?", Susan asked.
"If you're going to drink coffee, you're going to have to learn to drink it
black, just like the rest of us. Otherwise, you'll just hear him pitch a fit
whenever he sees you putting stuff in it. He was in the Navy, and figures if
you want cream and sugar, you shouldn't spoil it by putting coffee in it. I
think it's just one of those guy things."
"Yeah, he already gave me a hard time about it."
"See? If you're *really* going to insist on drinking it that way, you're
going to have to learn to tell him to leave you alone. Stuff like 'shut up'
won't do it, either."
"What do I tell him?"
"It's best say something like 'get stuffed', or 'get lost'. Stay away from
stuff that actually involves your own body: if you tell him 'bite me', for
example, he might try. It's fun, mind you, since he only nibbles, but you
get the idea. Whatever you do, though, don't tell him 'beat it'!"
It took a couple of seconds before she got it, but when she did, Susan
turned an absolutely amazing shade of pink before bursting out into
hysterics - along with Jan and Robyn. It was bad enough that Kelly came in
to see what was going on. Robyn repeated the whole thing, between gasps,
before Kelly, too, cracked up.
I simply sat there, drinking my coffee, radiating Ignore waves; every time
one of them would look at me, they'd start laughing again. The shredded
dignity on the floor around me must have been someone else's.
I don't know if it was the noise, or the smell of the coffee, but a little
bit later, Candice and Sandra wandered into the kitchen, too, rubbing the
sleep from their eyes and wanting to know what was so funny. So, of course,
they were told, And promptly had their own laughing fits as I poured myself
another cup - the last, as it turned out.
When they'd all gotten themselves settled down again, Jan went to get her
cup of coffee - only to find there wasn't any. Giving me a dirty look, she
demanded "How come YOU got the last cup? And why didn't you make any more?"
I sniffed, and in my best aggrieved tone, told her "I got the last cup
because I was the only one not laughing my guts loose. I didn't make any
more because it's my house, and if I don't want to make coffee, I won't. You
want coffee, YOU make it - and I'll damn well drink some of IT, too!"
She got an indignant look on her face while the others went into another
bout of laugher, before Kelly told her "See? That's what he _really_ means
when he tells us 'mess with the bull, you get the horn'. Not what you
THOUGHT it meant, is it, Jan?". That got all of them going again, including
Jan.
When she'd gotten her breath back again, Jan tried to give me a dirty look -
but simply couldn't pull it off. She leaned in to give me a kiss on the
cheek before reaching for the coffeemaker and getting another pot of coffee
started.
As it was brewing, Robyn told all of them about how she and Jan had found
us, and the ensuing commentary - with giggling at the appropriate points -
and the response, which was met with laughs. That out of the way, Kelly
announced it was her turn for a kiss, and promptly moved in to collect it -
as well as significant accumulated interest I didn't know was due. From
there, Jan, Robyn, and Sandra followed suit before moving on to their own
self-appointed tasks. Realizing that nobody was watching, or cared, Candice
finally got up the nerve to collect one too - though hers was appreciably
tamer.
By that time, the coffee had finished, and when all of them had their
beverage of choice (Susan made a small show of dumping hers for a fresh cup,
black), Kelly asked "So, what's for breakfast?"
I responded by telling her "Beats me - whatever you all fix, I guess - but
make plenty for me, too."
Candice wasn't sure that I was joking; Susan, Robyn, and Sandra seemed
_pretty sure_; Kelly and Jan knew it.
Seeing the look on Candice's face, Kelly told her "He gets like this,
sometimes. Positively Neanderthal. The only thing to do, really, is humor
him. We'll fix something to eat, and toss some of it to him. When he's got a
full belly, he's a lot more agreeable.", teasing me.
Jan added to it, telling her "Yeah. I'm not sure why we keep him around, but
I suppose he has his good points."
All of them were watching me, to see what kind of reaction I'd have.
I sat there a couple seconds before saying "I guess that's true. But you
have your good points, too - two of them, each, that I can see.", completely
deadpan.
The first ones to get it were Jan and Kelly, who were used to my humor: both
went into hysterics. Next was Robyn. Then Susan, then Sandra. Last to get it
was Candice - but when she did, she made up for the lost time by almost
collapsing on the floor, she laughed so hard.
Finally, Susan spoke up, telling me "Fine. We'll figure something out, and
feed you. Until then, the kitchen is the woman's domain, so get lost, your
Highness." - making all of them giggle.
I stood up, and topped off my coffee as all of them watched Jan make a show
of giving me the Evil Eye. I told her "Excellent - you know your place,
then.", and headed into the den, accompanied by another round of giggles.
A few minutes later, Candice came in, bringing me a toasted bagel slathered
in cream cheese. Handing it to me, she smiled and said "Kelly said I should
bring this to her Lord and Master, and see if it meets with his approval."
I took a small bite, chewed a moment, then swallowed it before telling her
"Dame Kelly has done well, and pleased her Master. As reward for her
efforts, I wish her to know that I shall keep her. You are a comely serving
wench, so you may stay, as well. I shall decide about the others later. Now,
be gone with you.", the last with a back-of-the-hand shooing motion.
She grinned at me, and headed back into the kitchen; a minute later, I heard
a round of giggling and laugher when she repeated what I'd said.
As I worked my way through the bagel, I turned the TV on, and started
watching the Saturday morning cartoons, starting with Bugs Bunny. A couple
of cartoons later, the whole crew of them came in, Kelly carrying a tray of
assorted toasted bagel slices with cream cheese separate; Jan bearing a
carafe of what I knew to be coffee. Sandra had a pitcher of orange juice;
Robyn, a tray of glasses. Susan followed with a double handful of napkins,
with Candice brining up the rear with coffee cups.
When all of them were in the room, they all kneeled in front of me - in
unison - before Kelly said "Breakfast is ready, Master. May we join you?"
"Sure, why not. You're all a helluva lot better looking than Bugs Bunny,
that's for sure!" - getting smiles from all of them.
Jan handed the coffee to Sandra as she dragged one of the larger tables to a
more convenient location. With it in place, all of them quickly put their
loads down, and found seats - Kelly next to me on one side, Susan on the
other. Candice sat on the floor, resting against one of my legs, Jan matched
her on the other side. Sandra and Robyn took up station next to the table.
As we ate, I notice that they all took turns responding to my requests: when
I asked for another bagel, Sandra selected one for me and put cream cheese
on it - Robyn got up and brought it to me; when I asked for the coffee,
Candice got up to get it, pouring it for me. When I asked for some orange
juice, Jan poured and Susan handed it to me. Kelly made it her job to clean
up any stray bits of cream cheese that escaped onto my skin.
When I'd finished eating, I leaned back and put my arms on the back of the
couch, my hands resting on Kelly and Susan's shoulders, saying "You know, I
could get used to this kind of treatment!" - and having Kelly say "Too bad
you won't get the chance!", to their laughter.
After we'd all finished, and during one of the commercials, they all got up
and started carrying things into the kitchen, taking their time and making
more trips with less to carry. When I started to get up to help, Kelly eased
me back down, saying "Just stay here. I think somebody wants to talk to you
while the rest of us are in the kitchen, cleaning up."
I looked at her inquisitively, but she just ignored it, and went on with
what she'd started to do. All of them disappeared into the kitchen, except
for Candice, who came over to sit on the couch with me.
Turning herself a little, so that she was facing me, she pulled her leg up
to rest it on the cushion as she put her arm on the back of the couch.
I mirrored her, and then waited for her to say what was on her mind.
After looking at me for a few seconds, she finally spoke.
"I heard a lot lost night, about you, about Jan and Kelly, and even Sandra
and Robyn. It got me thinking about stuff. A lot of stuff - like what kind
of person I want to be, and the wonderful changes that I've seen in Kelly,
and even Jan. I watched how you talk to all of us, and how you behave around
us, and all the things that you've done with us, and for us. When I went to
bed last night, Susan woke up - even though I was being real quiet - and
wanted to talk with me for a while. She told me a little bit about what she
had been feeling and thinking before she talked to you, and how she felt
better afterwards."
I nodded for her to continue.
"When I got here yesterday, I was still kind of nervous to be around you.
It's not that I thought you would do anything to me, or say anything to me,
or anything like that. It was just that you and Jan and Kelly are so
*relaxed* around each other, and you're all so willing to open up to people
that it was kind of scary. I mean, MY family isn't like that, at all. We
love each other and all that; it's just that we don't talk and joke around
and everything like you three do. After being here this morning, I kinda
wish we did, but I know it won't be like that - we'll still have fun with
each other, just not like YOU do."
I nodded again, and she went on "When you and Jan and Kelly were joking this
morning about making breakfast, it really surprised me at first, and I
thought you were all serious. But after a bit, I realized that you *were*
just joking, and made me think. I realized you were teasing them by acting
like that - and that you wouldn't act like that unless you KNEW that they
wouldn't take you seriously. And that they only way you could know that is
if you really, truly knew THEM, and they knew YOU, and would know that you
were teasing them. I really finally understood just how much you all love
and trust each other that you could joke around that way. Then I thought
about the way that Jan and Robyn teased you and Susan - I could SEE the
change in her; she's NEVER been that happy and relaxed, that I've seen. And
I thought about the way that all of us were kidding with you and teasing
you, and how you were giving back as good as you got. I realized that I had
never seen _any_ of us doing that before at _any_ of our houses - never mind
with all of us naked; and a guy there, too! Then when I brought you the
bagel, you joked around with me, and even teased me a little bit about being
- what was it? - a 'comely serving wench', like I wasn't any different than
the others."
I smiled, and told her "You aren't, near as I can tell."
"See, that's what I mean. You've made love with all of us except Susan and
me. Before we brought out breakfast, Susan told us all about how she felt
when she kissed you that last time; she told me that she felt so close to
you that it was almost as though she _had_ made love with you, even though
it was only a kiss. So it was kind of strange for me, knowing that all of
them felt that close to you, when I brought you that bagel. But you still
joked with me like you did with them; and it made me feel really good
inside, and made me understand something about you."
"What's that?"
"That you really _don't_ care whether you've made love with us, or not -
that you really do still love us and care about us, anyway. I *know* that
you'll treat me the same way, whether I want to make love with you, or not,
and that you'll still care about me and love me."
"Of course I would, Candice.", I responded, mildly surprised.
"Well, I wanted to ask you if you could, uh, make love with me - but without
actually, um, being inside me, you know? I know that you love me and care
about me, and I feel the same way about you as the others - well, mostly,
anyway. I mean, I feel the same things about you, but probably just not as
much. From what all the others have said, I know I can trust you not to do
that part of it, but I still want to find out what the rest of it is like -
if you'll help me learn. I want to learn what it's like to be *that* close
to someone, and share myself with them, and them, me."
I looked at her intently, and asked "Are you sure, Candice?"
She looked back at me, with confidence, and in a steady voice answered "Yes,
I'm sure. I don't think I've been more sure of anything in my life!"
"In that case, then, yes, I'll do it.", I responded.
"Uh, could we do it today? I don't mean right now, 'cause I still want to be
with the rest of them before they have to go home today, but later? Maybe
this afternoon?"
"Whenever you want, Candice. There's no hurry - but you probably know that,
already."
She smiled, and said "Yeah, I do. But it's still nice to hear it from you."
We sat there for a few moments, looking at each other before she kind of
shook herself, and said "Well, I'd better get in there and help clean things
up." before gracing me with another smile. and standing up.
A few moments after she got into the kitchen, I thought I heard a flurry of
whispering, but couldn't be sure. Following that, there were the occasional
noises of things being put away and the dishwasher being loaded.
A few minutes later, the group of them trooped back into the den. Susan
didn't hesitate to sit down next to me, as did Candice. The others
distributed themselves around the room. I turned the TV off at Kelly's
request, and we spent the rest of the morning in quiet conversation. I say
'we', but it was mostly them, with only occasional input or observations
from me when I was directly spoken to. As the time passed, Susan and Candice
each snuggled closer, pulling an arm around themselves, and even holding my
hand on a breast. None of the others seemed to take the slightest notice,
seeming to accept it as the right of anyone next to me to have my touch.
By lunch time, they'd pretty much talked themselves out, and were happy to
simply sit and enjoy each other's company and friendship. As two o'clock
approached, it was Susan who finally pointed out that she still needed to
get home - accompanied by a number of small groans of complaint. None the
less, she got up, saying that her dad would be coming to get her, and had to
get dressed. She went into the bedroom, and when she came out, was dressed
in the clothes she'd brought, and had her small bag loaded with the clothing
she'd worn when she got there.
That seemed to prod Sandra and Robyn, as well, who asked if Susan's dad
could drop them off, too. Susan agreed, and the two of them went off to
dress, as well. While they were gone, I asked Susan to give her father a
message - "Just tell him that what he was worried about turned out not to be
a problem."; she assured me that she'd pass it along. When Sandra and Robyn
got back, all of them started talking again, making plans for some event or
other, until Mabel announced that there was someone at the door. The TV
revealed it to be Susan's dad, and the three of them headed for the door. We
heard the brief conversation as Susan asked her dad to give Robyn and Sandra
rides, and he said he would, before we heard the door close.
That left just the four of us there, before Jan reminded Kelly that they had
a report to write for one of their classes, and suggested that they go to
the library to research it. Kelly agreed, and told Candice she was welcome
to join them, or stay with me, whichever she wanted. Candice blushed ever so
slightly, and said she'd stay, if they didn't mind. Both assured her it was
fine, and went back to get dressed.
A few minutes later, we heard them chatting as they came out and headed for
the garage. Moments later, we heard the faint sounds of a car starting, then
driving off.
Finally completely alone, Candice and I sat there on the couch, snuggling a
few minutes before she finally sat up. I looked at her, and smiled, saying
"I take it there's something on your mind that you want to do?"
She grinned, nervously, and said "Yeah, there is. Very much."
"And what is that?", I teased.
"I want to make love with you." she answered, confidently.
I patted my lap, indicating I wanted her to sit on it. She moved to do so,
and after only the slightest hesitation, put her knees on each side of my
hips before planting her butt on my lap.
I reached out to put my arms around her hips, but she was far enough away
that I couldn't _quite_ hold my hands together. Realizing the problem, she
scooted herself forward a bit, until I could hold her, my fingers interlaced
at her back.
She put her hands on my chest, and looked into my eyes as I told her "We can
do this, or not - it's up to you. If you want us to, we can do it now,
tomorrow, next month, or next year - there's no hurry. You can stop it, at
any time, by just telling me 'no'. If you do, I'll stop doing whatever I'm
doing, right then - with no hesitation, no muss, no fuss. You told me that
you don't want me inside you, and that's fine: how far we go, how much or
how little we do together, is YOUR choice, not mine. What we do, if
anything, and how we do it is for YOU to decide. For that, I'll be needing
your help. If I start to do something you're not comfortable with, let me
know. If I start to do something that you don't like, let me know. I am not
*knowingly* going to do anything that might hurt you - but if I do, TELL ME,
so I can stop. Okay?"
She nodded solemnly, and said "I know you won't do anything to hurt me, or
try to push me to do something I don't want - that's part of what makes me
want to do this. And I really do want to do it."
I smiled in answer, and went on "By the same token, if I do something you DO
like, it will help if you can let me know that, too. I'll probably figure it
out, anyway, sooner or later; but if you let me know sooner, it's better for
both of us, right? If there's something you want me to do, don't be afraid
to tell me. I seriously doubt that you could come up with anything I haven't
at least _heard_ about before" - she grinned at that - "and if that's what
you want, then I'll do my best. You don't have to worry about anything that
happens between us, or with you - you know that Kelly lives with me, and
that we make love, so there's not going to be anything happen with your body
that I don't know about - unless, of course, you're from Mars, or
something."
The last bit got me another grin, and she said "No, I'm not from Mars. And I
know that I don't have to be ashamed or embarrassed about getting wet, or
making noise or anything like that. One thing that all of them agreed on -
well, one of several things! - is that you're always a gentleman about stuff
like that. But it wouldn't matter, anyway, because I want to KNOW you, and
learn about this stuff, and if things get messy or noisy, then that's just
too bad, cause that's part of it, too - at least, for me."
We sat there, looking into each other's eyes as we established a bond with
each other, and got on the same 'wavelength'.
After a bit, she leaned forward, and kissed me on the lips - barely touching
me. She watched me a few moments; when I simply looked at her, and didn't
move, did it again, more firmly and longer, before sitting up again.
I still didn't say or do anything, content to let her move at her own pace.
She looked into my eyes again, and saw that I was looking at her with
affection and patience. Satisfied, she took her hands off my chest and
reached down to take hold of my arms. She easily moved them from around her
hips, then took hold of my hands and put them on her waist.
She kissed me again, and whispered "Hold me?".
"I'd be delighted", I answered, and she lay against my chest, her head on my
shoulder and her arms around my neck. I slowly slid my hands from her hips
onto her back, taking her in my arms and briefly hugged her, to let her know
I enjoyed having her there, but nothing more.
We sat like that for a couple of minutes when I softly kissed her shoulder.
Perhaps a minute later, she pulled a little distance away, so she could look
into my face when she said "You'd let me stay her like this for as long as I
wanted, wouldn't you?""
"Yup."
"And that kiss was just to let me know you cared, wasn't it?"
"Yup."
"You are really something, you know it?"
"How's that?"
"I know that I'm pretty, and that guys want me - I mean, I've seen how they
look at me. But here I am, stark naked on your lap, and all you're doing is
holding me. And the most aggressive thing you've done has been to give me
one - ONE! - small kiss; and that was on my _shoulder_. I don't know of
anyone else that would actually treat me the way you do, when we're together
this way."
"Yeah, and...?"
"And I guess I'm talking to a wall, or something. You don't see anything
wrong about this?", she asked.
"Wrong? No. Different? Sure. You talk like the situation we're in right now
even *could* happen if I was like someone else - but if you'll think about
it, you'll realize that if I was anything like other people, you *wouldn't*
be sitting naked on my lap."
She blinked a few times, and said "Of course. This situation is so different
because YOU'RE so different. If you were like other guys, I wouldn't be like
this; but I AM sitting here naked, so you're NOT like them. And thinking
about you as if you were like them - which I'm still doing - is only going
to mean I make mistakes, like I am."
A few seconds went by, and she suddenly said "Oh." and a second later "Oh!",
and then "OH!"
She suddenly stared at me intently; I just sat there, and smiled at her as
she examined my face. "It *was* simple.", she said.
"What was?"
"What you said that made me understand - about you and Kelly and Jan and
Robyn and Sandra, and even Susan. You're you - and I can't treat you like
anyone else, for that reason. And I'm me, and you treat me special because I
*am* special - because _I'm_ not like anybody else. You treat me the same as
them, because you don't see any difference in us, whether we've made love
with you, or not - all that matters to you is that we all love you, to some
degree; and you love us back for it. And I realize that you gave so much of
yourself to us, without us knowing how much that was - and that you did it
because you _cared_ about us, not because you thought any of us would have
sex with you, or anything."
She paused a moment, and said "Now I understand why it hit Sandra so hard! I
realize how much you've given me before I even knew it, and I took without
even *thinking* about it, properly. What kind of person you must be inside,
to have been able to do that with all of us! And without knowing if any of
it would ever come back to you!"
She quickly wrapped her arms around my neck, and began crying into my
shoulder; all I could do was to hold her again, and stroke her back softly
as she got it out of her system.
Finally, she did, and released me to sit up again. Sniffling, and her face
wet from her tears, she still looked lovely to me. I handed her the napkin
that I'd held on to after breakfast; she dried her eyes and face, then blew
her nose. She seemed uncertain what to do with the napkin, so I took it from
her, and holding it with only a couple fingertips, exaggeratedly moved it to
the side, and tossed it to the end of the couch with a grimace. For a
moment, she started to get hurt by what I'd done - until she realized I was
teasing her; then she laughed, and hugged me again, saying "Thanks, Dan."
When she released me, and sat up, she looked at me for a moment, and said
"I've changed my mind. About us making love."
I looked at her a moment, and said "Oh, you don't want to any more? Okay!" -
and threw my arms open, indicating I expected her to get up.
She gave me the Goober look (as if saying "You are *such* a Goober!"), and
said "No, you dummy, I didn't mean I didn't want to any more. What I meant
was that I *do* want to - _more_. As in, NOW I'm ready to really make love
with you, and have you inside me. Now put your arms back around me, before I
DO get up and leave!", finally free to tease me herself.
I made a horrified look on my face, and quickly wrapped her in my arms,
making her laugh a little. Then I pulled her close, and told her "Candice,
what I said before still goes - as much or as little as you want, when you
want. I'm flattered that you changed your mind, but it isn't necessary for
ME."
She let me hold her like that for a little bit before pushing herself up
again, my arms still around her. She told me "I know it isn't necessary for
you - but is it for ME, now. As much as I wanted to get to know you better
before, it's just that much more, now that I really _understand_. I want you
inside, not for you, but for ME - because once I feel what it's like to have
you that close to me, in my heart, then I know that I can be that close to
YOU, in the same way."
I nodded to her, in acceptance of what she'd said. She smiled in return, and
again took hold of my arms, pulling them away from her so that she could
take hold of my hands. Only this time, she didn't put them on her waist, but
on her breasts - where I found her nipples already hard, and ready for my
attentions.
As I brushed my thumbs over them, she closed her eyes, and smiled in
enjoyment of the feelings I had generated. I did it several more times, and
soon had her fairly purring in happiness and contentment. But she eventually
opened her eyes again, and looking into mine, told me "I like the way you
touch me like that. But I know there's more to making love, and I want to
learn it. All of it. From you."
"Here, or someplace else?"
"Uh, the bedroom, I think - and soon!", she answered.
I slid forward on the couch, and she quickly wrapped her legs around my
waist, so she didn't fall off my lap. Surprising her, I stood up, with her
wrapped around me. She got an amused look on her face, and said "Oh, big
strong man, huh?"
"Ugh. Grog not sissy. Grog *strong*, like bull. Smart like bull, too!", I
said, in my best caveman voice.
She laughed, and said "Well, Grog, it looks like you've got a new female in
your cave."
I looked at her, in apparent surprise, and grunted "Grog already got woman.
Cave clean. Food on rock. What Grog do with new woman?"
She grinned, and said "How about this?" - and planted a kiss on me that damn
near dropped me to my knees. Yeah, I suppose I could figure out _something_
to do with the new woman in the cave.
When the kiss broke, she grinned at me, and asked "Does that give you any
ideas?"
To her amusement, I went into my Lurch imitation, doing a deep-throated
'Ohhhhhhhhh', and shaking my head as I headed back toward the bedroom - and
enjoying the tickling sensation her pubic fleece made around my bellybutton
as I moved.
When I got there, I was pleased to note that someone - I suspected Sandra,
since she was the last to leave it - had taken the time to make the bed.
When I was standing next to it, I unloaded Candice through the simple method
of finding out if she was ticklish. She was, and dropped like a rock when I
got to her armpits, giggling almost hysterically.
She pulled herself together quickly enough, though, and got on her knees,
facing me, looking me squarely in the eyes. Deliberately, she dropped them
to start looking me over, as though looking at me for the first time -
which, I suppose, she was.
When she was done, she leaned forward, and to my surprise, kissed me softly
on the head of my penis before tilting her head back to look me in the eyes
again. As we held each other's gaze, she slowly moved back, and then lay
down, rearranging herself so that I could see her - all of her, since she
deliberately spread her legs - the same way she'd been able to see me.
Then it was my turn to look HER over, just as deliberately. What I saw was
platinum blonde hair, pulled behind shell-like pink ears, and framing an
oval face that held a pair of gray eyes that seemed to draw me into them.
Below them was a cute, pert nose that led me to a pair of deep pink lips,
full and moist. Farther down, I saw a smooth and slender neck set upon a
pair of thin, soft shoulders. Below them, a pair of breasts, perhaps the
size of half-tangerines, capped with half-dollar sized dark pink areolas
surrounding erect nipples the diameter of my little finger, and perhaps half
an inch long. Her breasts sloped down to a flat stomach that flowed on to a
trim, firm belly framed by smoothly curved hips. Her navel was a slight
'innie', and served to guide my eyes to her pubis - covered in a longish,
wispy hair the same color as on her head. The vee of it directed my gaze
further, to her mons, where her labia were clearly visible, separated and
moist. I could make out the hood of her clitoris, too - though slightly
longer than most, her pubic hair was also slightly less dense, and it's
color did little to conceal her womanly charms.
Trim, muscular thighs bracketed her pubic area, and curved into equally
trim, smooth calves. He skin was an extremely faint pink, almost porcelain
white, with not a blemish of any kind to be seen.
The incredible beauty of her - and the willingness with which she shared it
with me - nearly took my breath away. Who in their right mind could look
upon such a vision, and want to do anything other than their very best to
earn the right to see it again?
Leaning over her, I slowly moved down to kiss her - softly - between the top
of her mons and the very edge of her pubic hair. And from there, her navel;
then on to between her breasts, to the base of her throat, and finally, her
lips - which welcomed me.
Laying on my side next to her, I rested on my elbow as I put my hand on her
stomach. She looked at me as I told her "You are not pretty, as you said.
You are beautiful. Trust me on this, you are. But as delightful as you are
on the outside, as much as I enjoy looking at you, it is the *inside* of you
that attracts me: your heart, your mind, your *soul*. I can honestly tell
you that if you were fat and ugly and had zits on your zits, I'd still love
you - because of who you _are_. "
She smiled at me, and said "I know that, Dan. Better than I did before.
Because I love you, the same way. Yeah, you're cute, but even if you
weren't, I'd still care about you, for the same reasons you just said. I
don't know if I have the strength to live my life the way you do yours - but
I *do* know that I'm going to _try_. And knowing you will help me have the
courage to do it. And I know how much I owe you, and I know that even if
there was a WAY to pay it back, I literally _couldn't_ - and I understand
what you told Sandra about repaying it to others, instead - and I will."
I nodded, and smiled at her, before she took the hand that was on her
stomach, and moved it up to cup her breast, holding it there, before
reaching out to put the other hand on my upper thigh.
We lay like that for several minutes, just enjoying each other's touch, and
*being* with each other. I was _there_, at that time and in that place, with
my full attention on her; and she was doing the same with me. For those
precious few minutes, we were as one. For anyone that has ever experienced
it, it's never forgotten, and never equaled.
Eventually, the spell was broken, and I took the opportunity to lower my
head and kiss her, softly and tenderly, on the lips. She returned the kiss,
and after a few seconds, pressed my hand against her breast, indicating that
she want me to do more than simply hold it.
So I did.
As we kissed, more and more intimately and passionately, I ran my thumb
along it's sides, feeling how firm and soft she was, at the same time. I
hefted her breast as best I could, enjoying its weight and texture. I
covered it with my hand, delighting in the way her nipple pressed into my
palm, a point of heat on her otherwise warm flesh. On to the other breast,
to repeat my explorations, and finding it to be equally delightful.
For her part, she moved her hand up, making contact with my penis. She
traced its outline with her fingers; she traced her fingers through my pubic
hair, as though memorizing its feel. She cupped my scrotum, slowly rolling
my testicles in her hand, hefting them, and testing their sensitivity. Back
to my penis, holding it, then squeezing it softly as it slowly got firmer in
her hand.
Finally, our kiss broke - leaving both of us panting slightly in our mutual
desire. As my breathing slowed a bit, I was able to detect the scent of
aroused female; faint, but definitely there. I sniffed, as though clearing
my nose, to fully sample it; but when I looked at her, she blushed, slightly
- she could smell it, too, and knew what I'd done. So much for subterfuge.
We looked at each other, and she was the first to speak.
"Wow."
"Yeah, I guess I'd go along with that!"
She smiled, and we were content to hold each other again - at least, until
she got an impish grin on her face, and pushed me onto my back before
quickly moving on top of me to straddle my waist, saying "As nice as that
was, you're not getting away that easy!"
I put my hands on her thighs, and began sliding my hands up and down their
length, and even moving my hands behind her to softly stroke her ass cheeks.
Looking up at her, I asked "And what makes you think I want to get away?",
archly.
She grinned, and answered "Yeah, well, I just thought I'd better make sure
you weren't going to make any sudden moves."
"No, any move I make with you will most definitely not be sudden - they'll
be more like _this_", I replied, as I slid my hands up her thighs again,
then onto her hips, and on up until I had my hands on both of her breasts;
watching as her eyes widened slightly at the sensation.
Her response was to lean forward, and put her hands on the bed, near my
shoulders, so that her breasts hung down slightly, and giving me easier
access to them - a situation I happily, and quickly, took advantage of.
With them hanging free like that, I was better able to cup them, feeling
their weight and firmness; and see how little they changed shape between
when she was sitting up, and leaning forward. Her nipples had retracted
slightly, but when I brushed my thumbs across them, quickly hardened and
erected again; her areolas puckering too, in sympathy.
With both hands available for the purpose, I again began a Braille
exploration of her body - tracing my fingertips along her sides (careful not
to tickle her!); caressing her from her shoulder blades, down along her
sides to her breasts; allowing my fingertips to memorize how the skin on her
breasts felt; and sliding my hands down to her hips, and then around to her
buttocks, caressing them, before retracing my route back.
As I did that over the next few minutes, she ever so gradually lowered her
body, both to increase the pressure as I touched her, and to make it easier
for me to expand my efforts. Finally, when she'd lowered herself enough, I
raised my head slightly, and took the end of her breast in my mouth, and
softly sucked on the nipple and areola - feeling her nipple pop up even more
in my mouth as she moaned her enjoyment of what I'd done.
Even as I continued my tactile activities on the rest of her, I applied
myself to first one, then the other, of her breasts: sucking on her nipples
and laving them with my tongue; placing my mouth over different parts of her
breasts and softly sucking on them; washing her entire breast with my
tongue; applying feather-light kisses to random spots on her breasts, and
between them; taking her nipples between my teeth and ever-so-softly chewing
on them; and using my lips to gently 'nibble' on her areolas.
She let me go on like that for several minutes before her arms finally
started to tire; when she raised up again, I could see traces of my saliva
glistening on different parts of her breasts, and nipples. She sat there,
panting slightly in arousal, for a few seconds before I put my hands on her
buttocks again, and with a slight pressure, indicated that I wanted her to
move forward. She scooted forward a bit, but when I continued the pressure,
raised herself onto her knees; when she did, I carefully moved my arms
between her legs and my waist, so that they came up behind her. Guiding her
again, I got her to move forward until she was nearly to my chest; at that
point, she seemed to realize what I wanted to do next, and readily moved
herself the rest of the way, until her knees were on each side of my head.
Lifting my head, I first kissed her on her mons, just above her clitoris. A
moment later, I stuck my tongue out, and placed the tip of it at the bottom
of her vaginal opening. Then I curled it upward, between her vaginal lips
and across her opening, finishing by softly stroking her clitoral hood. I
looked up, and saw a faint concern on her face; my response was to repeat
what I'd just done. That seemed to reassure her, and she quickly got into
the spirit of the situation: spreading her legs even farther, and lowering
herself a bit, so that I didn't have to raise my head so far to reach her.
I reached up and took hold of her breasts, and a moment later, she covered
my hands with hers, guiding me. I bend my legs and moved my feet, so that my
thighs formed a backrest for her - which she quickly took advantage of; the
change in her position gave me better and easier access to the parts of her
that I was most interested in at the time. It also made it easier for me to
see that she had somewhat thin labia, deep pink in color from her arousal.
They were medium-to-long, and very smooth, glistening with her arousal and
my saliva.
As I explored her pubis with my tongue, I soon found that she had a very
light, very faint tang to her juices - not at all unpleasant; quite the
opposite, in face, when I got used to it. I also discovered that thought not
prone to creating large amounts of fluids, her vagina was certainly wet
enough: her lubrication didn't flow out of her very much, but when I probed
her opening, there was still plenty of it available.
The first time I pressed my tongue a little way into her vagina, she gasped
loudly and pressed herself against me; taking that as encouragement to
continue, I gradually pressed my tongue farther and farther into her, until
I was penetrating her as much as I could with the probe available to me at
the time. Her apparent arousal deepened in proportion to how much of my
tongue I was able to slide into her; by the time I couldn't hold my tongue
stiff any longer, she was moaning almost constantly.
When I pulled my mouth away from her labia, I started to gently suck her
clitoral hood; she flung her legs open as far as they would go, and hunched
her hips forward, pressing herself even harder against my lips. I increased
the suction slightly, and began to pull on it with my lips in a soft rhythm;
in only a minute, her clitoris was fully erect. I was pleasantly surprised
to find that once erect, her clitoris was slightly larger than I'd expected
- perhaps the size of a large pea, and quite firm as I twirled it with my
tongue - something that nearly got my ears fused to my head when her thighs
slammed shut against my head as she released a deep, loud groan of obvious
arousal. I continued my efforts, though, varying them slightly until I found
the pressure and rhythm that suited her - and in only a couple of minutes,
had the pleasure of giving her what seemed to be a fairly substantial
orgasm, as her body shuddered through several spasms, and her vaginal
opening fluttered against my chin.
As it finished, she gave a couple of shivers, relaxed her thighs - I was
happy to discover that, yes, I could still hear - and opened her eyes to
look down at me, her face flushed but radiant with the afterglow of her
release. Again able to move my head, I let it lay back as she moved back to
put her pelvis on my waist again, then lean forward so she could look
straight down at me.
She smiled at me for a few moments before letting herself lay down
completely, on my chest. As she pressed her face into my neck and throat, I
could still feel it as she started to speak a couple of times, before
finally telling me "When you, uh, tasted me that first time, I was *so*
afraid that there would be something bad about me inside, and that you
wouldn't want to go on."
"Candice, I knew that you were careful about keeping yourself clean by your
smell - not just your body, but there, too; so I wasn't worried about how
you might taste. In fact, from my experience, *every* woman tastes a little
different; I like it, since it's a part of what makes each of you unique."
I could feel the warmth radiating off her as she blushed, but didn't say
anything.
After a bit, though, she did manage to almost whisper "I was *really*
curious to find out what it was like to have someone use their, uh, mouth on
me like that; but I was kind of nervous about letting someone actually DO it
- I didn't know how they'd react, or whether or not I'd like it."
"Well, now you know how *I* react, and I don't think it's too much of a leap
to say that you seemed to like it."
"Like it?! Heck, I *loved* it! That was _great_!"
And with that, she rested herself on her elbows, so that we were face to
face; and with a grin on her face, moved in to kiss me - KNOWING that she
was also going to get a small taste of herself, as well.
Our lips met, and we were soon checking each other's tonsils. After a bit,
she finally pulled back from me again, and after smacking her lips a bit,
said "Hmmm. I think I could understand why you like to do that. You said
that every woman tastes a little different - then they taste a little the
same, too?"
"Yeah, I suppose - not a *lot* the same, but a _little_ bit."
She looked thoughtful for a moment, then grinned and blushed at me before
saying "I, uh, kinda like the way I taste; I don't think I'd mind, uh,
finding out what other women taste like, too!"
"You might, at that. Just be careful, is all - there are still a lot of
people out there that wouldn't be happy with that idea, and might want to
hurt you because of it. And, of course, there are still diseases out there
that would last a lot longer than any pleasure you might get from a single
woman."
She seemed mildly surprised by my response, and asked "You don't mind? That
I might want to, uh, taste another girl?"
"Of course not. Why would I?"
"Well, I mean, they tell us at school that it's a sin, and..."
There, I interrupted her, to say "Candice, I think you know that I'm not a
Catholic. I'm not even a Christian. Or Baptist, or Moslem, or Buddhist, or
any other kind of religious 'ist'. As far as I'm concerned, then only real
'sin' is to deliberately hurt another person, for *any* reason. If it makes
you feel good, and it makes the other woman feel good, and you're both doing
it because you WANT to, then by all means, go on and enjoy yourselves.
Anything you do is YOUR business, not mine or anyone else's;-and if I, or
anyone else, tried to tell you differently, I'd expect to hear you tell me -
or them - to get stuffed, or go fly a kite, or anything else to get the idea
across that it wasn't any of our business and to leave you alone. You know
the Golden Rule, right?"
"Sure - 'Do unto others as you would have them do unto you'."
"And how does it apply?"
"Uh, treat other people nice, so they'll treat you nice."
"And what do you think the reverse of the Golden Rule would be?"
She thought a few moments, and said "Do not do unto others as you would have
them not do unto you?"
"And that would mean?"
Again, she thought a moment before suddenly brightening up, and saying "If
you don't want other people sticking their nose in your business, don't
stick your nose in theirs!", with a laugh.
"So if you don't have any interest in finding out about them, and their
lives?"
"Don't let them know anything about me, or my life!"
"And if they're rude enough to ask, or say anything?"
"Be just as rude, and tell them it's none of their business!", laughing even
harder before suddenly giving me a kiss that nearly curled my toes before
she let it end.
"You're really something, you know it?", she asked.
"Sure. But the question most people have is just WHAT is it that I am.", I
answered, and launching her into a fit of giggles.
After a bit, she was mostly sobered up again, and asked me "What should I do
if there's something someone else can do for me, and I want to do something
for them?"
"Ask them, and tell them what you have to offer in return. If they find it
agreeable, and they *can* do it, they will. If they can't or won't, try to
find out why, and see if there's anything else you can add or do to make it
happen - but only to the extent that you're _willing_ to. If either of you
has to give or do more than you want, then it's not an *equal* trade of
_values_."
"Then what is it when you want to do something to make someone else happy,
without them doing anything in return? Like how you've done so much to help
all of us?"
"That was still an equal trade of values, but with myself - the value of
what I was doing was equal to the value of how good it made me feel to be
doing it."
She blinked a couple of times as she thought about that - and what it meant.
Suddenly, she said "Then there's something that _I_ want to do, that's kind
of like that."
"What's that?"
"I want to use my mouth on you, like you used yours on me. I want to trade
the value of my doing something for you in exchange for the way it would it
would make ME happy."
I smiled, and nodded, in acceptance of her argument, and said "Excellent. I
accept and agree, subject to one condition."
"What's that?"
"That I can pick up where I left off, when I want."
She smiled, and quickly said "Agreed!".
She started by giving me a soft, gentle kiss on the lips before adding a
couple more to the corners of my mouth. A few more along my jaw line, then
my neck and throat. Chest, then shoulders - brief pause to nibble my ear,
thank-you-very-much - and back to my chest before working over my chest
muscles with her hands, and the skin - including my nipples - with her lips
before scooting herself down my body a ways. Tongue-tip tracing a line to my
navel; dip, and circle, then on to greener pastures: tracing an outline of
my pubic hair. From top dead center, across and down to the juncture of my
thigh and lower belly; along the junction to next to my penis. Then down to
just below my scrotum, across my perineum to the other side, and then
reversing the path.
That experience was enough to get the blood flowing.
Next, she kissed a direct line from my navel to my penis, applying small
sucking bites with her lips as she did. When she finally got to the head of
my penis, I was semi-erect, and ready for whatever she did next - which was
to take just the very tip of my member in her mouth before 'walking' her
lips down it's increasing length, and sucking me into her mouth as she
progressed. In only a few seconds, she had my nearly erect penis completely
in her mouth, but then didn't do anything else: she didn't suck on it, she
didn't rub it with her tongue, or do anything else to stimulate me; it was
as though she were simply taking the time to simply _experience_ the
situation, and taste of me.
Several seconds went by, then she began sliding her tongue along me as she
slowly twisted her head; before long, she'd run her tongue across every bit
of me. As I started to grow again in her mouth, she lightly dragged her
fingernails across the skin of my scrotum, then cupped it in her hands
feeling the weight as she softly rolled my testicles around.
When I was almost fully erect, she allowed nearly my entire length to slide
from her lips as she pulled her head back before pausing a moment and taking
me back in again. Running her tongue along the bottom ridge of my penis, it
didn't take her long to find out how sensitive the underside of the head
was. With that discovery, she again slid me out of her mouth, and after only
a moment's delay, took me in again, using her tongue to apply a light,
fluctuating pressure to it. After perhaps a dozen of these cycles, I was
fully erect, and she was taking perhaps two thirds of my length in her
mouth: I could feel it as the tip of my penis ever-so-lightly touched the
back of her throat.
With me completely hard, and starting to make small, involuntary thrusts
into her mouth, she quickly settled into regularly bobbing her head on my
erection. Whether it was teasing me with her tongue, applying a steady
suction or something in between, she continued to add to the stimulation of
what she was doing: circling the head of my penis with her tongue when her
head was up, or gently pushing it into the start of her throat when her head
was down, or twisting her head back and forth while moving, it was as though
my entire existence centered on what she was doing to me with her mouth.
Finally, though, I had to have _something_ to distract myself from what she
was doing, and raised my head to tell her "You're doing absolutely terrific
" - she smiled around my erection - "but I want to do you, too."
She nodded her head slightly, without releasing me, and started moving
herself around, using my erection as her pivot point. As her knees got close
to my head, I used my hands - and gentle pressure - to guide her; in just a
minute or so, her was in position for me to view the center of her
womanhood; at no point during the process did she stop what she was doing,
much less actually release me from her mouth.
With her opened up to me again, I quickly raised my head, and placed my
mouth over her slightly parted labia, and sucked them into my mouth, along
with a small sample of her juices. Holding them steady with my lips, I began
using my tongue to flicker across them, and trace their outlines as I
savored the taste and texture of her. After a bit, I released them, and
again placed my mouth over the opening to her vagina - sucking on it softly
and steadily as I began a random pattern of dipping into her opening to
varying depths, and tracing her labia. It wasn't long before she was slowly
hunching against my mouth, trying to draw my tongue inside her as far she
could get it - and moaning around my penis, creating a *most* pleasant
sensation.
I gradually eased off what I was doing, and then moved on to focus on her
erect clitoris - rapidly circling it with my tongue-tip, licking across it,
and applying a fluttering pressure against it. As I did, her arousal
increased even more; I was delighted when a small trickle of her oils found
their way down her cleft and onto my tongue. Her moans continued, as did her
slow humping against my mouth; added to these were her occasional gasps and
small exclamations of pleasure.
More than anything else, it was her moans that were stimulating me. The
feeling of her warm, wet mouth enveloping me was wonderful, but the
vibrations as she moaned only made things worse and better, at the same
time.
With the increased stimulation from her, I knew that I had to do more if I
was going to survive the experience, and finally released her clitoris from
being the focus of my attentions to begin varying my actions; applying
myself to stimulating her randomly, all over her entire pubic area. Vaginal
opening, then clitoris. Labia, then clitoris. Labia to vagina to labia to
clitoris to vagina. Varying what I did, and how long I did it - as well as
how much or how little - I did my best to bring her to her orgasm.
Only when I felt the tightening of my balls did I finally again settle in to
focus on her clitoris, applying a rapid, fluttering, soft flicking across it
- a sensation that seemed to rapidly escalate her excitement. It was a
self-defeating action though: the more excited she got, the more she moaned,
and the more she stimulated me. Finally, as I felt myself go over the edge
to my climax, I stopped what I was doing to her, and simply took her
clitoris between my lips, applying a soft, steady suction to it as I coated
her tonsils with the first hot jet of my semen.
When she felt me tense, she'd bobbed her head up and down a couple of times,
quickly, before pulling back so that only the head of my penis was in her
mouth when the first blast erupted, then the second. With the apparent
decision that the taste wasn't unpleasant, she quickly took me into her
mouth farther again, and applied a powerful suction to me as she drew her
head back again, in time with my next spurt of semen, drawing it out of me
more powerfully than I would have expected. She did it again, for the
fourth, and then fifth eruptions. Only then did she allow my semen to roll
around in her mouth a bit before swallowing it before taking me into her
mouth completely again. Applying only a gentle suction, she used her tongue
to 'squeegee' my penis, and the tip of her tongue to press against the ridge
on the bottom, near the base, and sliding it toward the head, milking me of
the last few drops.
As she did, I was again able to resume the fluttering I'd been doing before
my climax hit; in less than a minute, I could feel her tense in my arms as
an orgasm overtook her - with one last tightening of her lips, she pulled
herself off my penis before emitting a loud groan of release and pleasure.
As wave after wave of pleasure rolled over her, she continued to voice
nonsensical sounds of pleasure between groans of release; gasping and
panting as she tried to breathe between releases.
Eventually, the power of it lessened for her, and as it did, she was able to
get _some_ control over herself again. Still panting and gasping, she
managed to lower herself enough to lay on me, her head to the side as she
tried to breathe while a couple of small aftershocks ran through her. She
was completely lax as I took her leg in my hand and moved it next to the
other, in preparation for easing her off me and onto the bed, where I
thought she'd be more comfortable. That done, I carefully and slowly rolled
onto my side, gently sliding her off me so that her side was touching the
bed. Turning more, I was able to transfer her weight from me, to the bed,
and then carefully guide her onto her back before turning myself around so
that I could lay next to her.
Looking at her, I could see that she was still a bit unfocused, and after a
moment's thought, decided to make a _quick_ trip to the kitchen and bring us
back something to drink. She didn't seem to notice as I eased myself away
from her, and then got up, heading quickly for the kitchen. When I returned
with a couple bottles of club soda, she still wasn't completely alert, even
though she did seem to notice when I lay next to her again. I set the
bottles to the side, and laying on my back, eased her next to me, so that I
could put my arm around her and hold her with her head on my shoulder.
A few more minutes went by, and I began to feel her stir as she again got
full control of herself. I gave her a little more time, and when I figured
she was coherent again, took one of the bottles and dangled it where she
could see it, as an offering. I felt her head nod on my shoulder, and
released her - with a disappointed moan from her - to move a bit and sit up,
so that I could hold her head on my lap, which I did. I opened the bottle,
and after raising her head and holding it, put the opening to her mouth. She
tilted her head, and took a few swallows before letting me take it away from
her lips. She looked up at me, and mouthed 'thank you'; I smiled and told
her "My pleasure. Let me know when you're ready for more." She nodded, and I
laid her head down again before taking a couple sips, myself, as she watched
me.
After a bit, I could feel her trying to raise her head again, and quickly
helped her before offering her the bottle. She took a few more swallows, and
was able to reach up to guide my hand away when she was done. I followed her
example, and when the bottle was empty, exchanged it for the other full one.
By that time, she'd gotten some of her strength back, and managed to roll
herself off my lap, and indicate that she wanted me to lay next to her,
which I did. She took the bottle from me then, and drained off nearly half
of it before raising herself onto her elbow next to me, so that she was
looking down at me, and resting the hand holding the bottle on my chest. I
tilted my head up, and she quickly offered me a drink; when I was done, she
just as quickly finished it, setting the empty by the other.
She started to speak, but all that came out was a weak croak; she cleared
her throat, and tried again, saying "Thank you. Not just for the drink - I
needed it! - but for what you just did for me, and let me do for you."
"It was my pleasure - on both counts!", I grinned.
She smiled back, and said "Yeah, I could tell! I'm glad I only had a little
bit of you in my mouth when you shot - it really surprised me how hard it
came out, and how much of it there was. It tasted kind of strange, at first;
a little bit salty, but okay. Uh, I guess men are like women a little, as
far as being a little bit similar and a little different?"
"So I hear - but I wouldn't have any personal knowledge of it, you
understand.", I said, with another grin.
She laughed, and said "No, I wouldn't expect you would. I think you like
girls too much to have any interest in guys."
"True enough. I'm an 'outie' and girls are 'innies' - seems to work just
fine, for me."
"Have you ever tried it? Guys, I mean?"
"Like most kids, I had a couple of minor encounters with the same sex - it
didn't do anything for me, though, so I didn't follow up on it any."
She nodded, and after a couple moments, said "It's nice talking to you like
this, but what I really want to do is hold you, and cuddle for a little
while."
"I'd be delighted. Uh, how about if you get us a couple drinks, and while
you're gone, I'll move up to rest against the headboard. Then when you get
back, you can sit on my lap, and we can hold each other and relax, or talk
if you want."
"Deal!", she said, and quickly got up to head for the kitchen after pausing
to collect the empty bottles - earning bonus points from me for initiative
and thoughtfulness.
While she was gone, I eased myself to the head of the bed, and got a couple
pillows propped up to act as cushions/supports before leaning back against
them. When she returned, I saw that she'd not only brought several bottles,
but a couple of bagels, topped with cream cheese. Setting her burden on the
nightstand, she quickly got onto the bed, and then my lap, making herself
comfortable. Seeing that she was still a little tired, I eased her forward
so that she was astraddle my lower belly, and raised my knees again, giving
her something to rest against, as I'd done before. She smiled at me, and
nodded her head in thanks, before leaning back against my thighs.
I reached out to the nightstand, and selected a bottle of soda; looking at
her, I raised an eyebrow in question. She nodded her head, and I opened it
and handed it to her. Again with a bagel, which she accepted. With my own
bottle and bagel, we both sat back to refresh ourselves a bit: relaxed and
unhurried, enjoying just having the company of each other. As we ate, we
continued our conversation between bites, questioning and answering each
other about all manner of things, such as school and the subjects she liked
and disliked; my business and job, and what I did and how; what her life was
like at home, and her family; how I'd gone from electronics training in the
Navy to getting my degree and owning my own business. We ate slowly, and the
conversation was casual, with no pressure - but neither of us held anything
back when we talked. I found out that she delighted in math, but couldn't
deal with such things as literature - the math was "neat, and clean" for
her, while literature was a trial "because the teachers make us figure out
these novels, and tell them what we think the novel means, but the only
_right_ answers are the ones they know, and didn't tell us." I told her - a
little, minus the female adventures of a young man full to overflowing with
hormones - of my travels in Asia, and how I'd gotten interested in the
people and their cultures, the how and why of the things that they did in
the different cultures; and how it had gotten me started on an interest in
philosophy that I still had. She told me how quiet and solemn her family
was, and how they seemed to have so little humor and joy in their lives. I
let her know that I'd gone into the Navy at 17 to get out of an unhappy
home, and how the Navy - in it's infinite wisdom, I said, getting a grin
from her - had taught me electronics, a subject I knew nothing about when I
went in, and then how to fix airplanes; how I'd enjoyed the travel and
experiences, but figured out that the control and discipline necessary to a
military organization didn't jibe with the creativity I felt, and how I'd
gotten out to go to a major technical college, getting dual degrees:
electronics engineering and philosophy; how I'd worked for a number of
companies doing instrumentation and control work before I realized that most
large companies didn't want innovation, they wanted obedience and
conformity, so I'd broken free of them to take charge of my own life - and
while getting started, found out that it was scary, it was frightening, and
there was an incredible amount of responsibility and work involved; but that
I wouldn't trade it for twice the pay at any of the companies that I'd
worked at before.
When we finished our snacks and drinks, she called a pause to the
conversation long enough to collect our paper napkins and bottles to put
them in the trash, telling me "I'm not a neat freak or anything, but there's
no sense having them in the way, either, is there?"
Once seated on me again, she looked at me for a moment before tilting her
head, and saying "You know, it's so much easier for me to talk to you than
my parents, or even most of the people that I know at school."
"How's that?"
"Well, for starters, you actually *listen* to me - not just the words, but
where they're coming from. And when you talk to me, or answer a question,
you don't sound like you're trying to preach or tell me what to do or
anything; you just tell me what you think, or teach me something I don't
know, and then leave me alone to take care of things myself, like *I* have a
brain, too."
I shrugged, and didn't say anything, but she wasn't going to let me off that
easy.
"No, don't be like that, okay? Remember, I *know*, now, what it's like for
you, and with you. I *know* that it isn't always easy for you to deal with
people that way. I know that doing it makes you feel good, but I also know
that you put a lot of time and energy and effort into doing it, too. I know
you're not going to brag about it, or make any kind of big deal about it;
but you don't have to do that 'aw, shucks' routine, either. Just acknowledge
you did it, is all, okay?"
She caught me by surprise, and all I could do was look at her for a few
seconds before answering "Okay. Just try to understand, too, that I'm not
used to people knowing what's going on, so it'll take me a little time to
get out of the habit, okay?"
She nodded in acceptance, and went on "Anyway, like I was going to say, when
you talk to me - or any of us, really - you do it in a way that lets us know
that you're not judging us; at least, not for anybody but you. I mean, we
always know where we stand with you - but ONLY you; it's not like you're
making decisions about us for *everybody*, like we were in some court or
something. And when we DO make a mistake with you, you're careful to let us
know what the mistake was, and how to both fix it, and not make it again, so
that we actually _learn_ something from you. We feel bad, but not because of
anything you've done or said, but from inside ourselves - it's like being
around you has given us even better consciences, and a better idea of what's
right, and wrong."
I nodded, and satisfied with that, she went on "Before I understood all
this, before I 'got it' as Kelly called it, I thought you were pretty cool.
I don't mean cool like you knew all the latest bands and dressed the way I
did or anything like that, but cool that you had this *dignity* and
self-respect - but not TOO much, you know? - and you treated us the same
way; with dignity and respect, which was pretty weird at first. And I
thought you *really* had your act together - there doesn't seem to be much
that rattles you - and I *KNOW* that they were trying to rattle you at the,
uh, fashion show, that night - but they didn't, and it _really_ blew most of
us away. Jan told us the little bit she knew about your job, and it sounded
pretty boring, really. But you dress nice, you've got this really cool
house, and all this neat stuff; and you're not a dealer or pimp or anything
like that - so I had to figure that there's more to what you do that there
seems. And that just made you seem like you were that much more together,
and that much cooler: you weren't doing what everyone else was, to fit in,
you were doing what YOU wanted. Way cool."
"Actually, I know I've got my stuff together - because *I* know it, not
because someone tells me. As for the other, I just don't much care about it
- cool or not, I do pretty much what makes ME happy, or what I want to, and
ignore anything else. Every flock of sheep has a Judas goat; I'll be damned
if I'm going to be a sheep, so that leaves the goat."
She looked confused, and I explained to her "Sheep are dumb. No, they're
flat-out _stupid_; dumber than a box of rocks. You can't get sheep into a
pen - they're just too stupid to figure out the open gate. So they keep a
goat - not smart, but an Einstein compared to sheep - to lead the way. It's
called a Judas goat because it's most often used to pen the sheep for
slaughter: the sheep will follow it into the pen, but the goat goes free and
they don't."
Understanding, she smiled, and went on "And that's another thing: it's
really obvious - to all of us - that you're smart. *WAY* smart. Kinda
scary-smart, even. I mean, the way you figure stuff out, and how you
remember things, is just _amazing_. I mean, I knew you were smart - but I
didn't really know *how* smart until Jan and Kelly started showing us this
place. I mean, YOU'RE the one that figured all this stuff out, like Mabel
and everything, and designed it and installed it and made it all work. It's
incredible - I didn't know one person could HAVE that many brains, but you
do; and yet you're still able to talk to us like we're real people, about
little stuff. And you've got WAY more sense than any of the other smart
people I know, like our science teacher. I mean, he really knows about
chemistry and biology and all that other stuff, but half the time, he
wanders around with his shirt buttoned wrong, or his fly half open, or
something else like that."
"Candice, do you think Susan is pretty?"
"Sure."
"Do you think you're prettier?"
She paused a moment, and said "Yeah, I suppose."
"Do you treat her any different, just because she's not as pretty as you?"
"No, of course not! She's my friend!", she answered, a bit testy.
"Would you treat Kelly any different, if SHE wasn't as smart as she is?"
"No. She's still my friend, and I like her!"
I waited, smiling.
She watched me for a moment, to see if I was going to say anything - then
started thinking about what I HAD said.
Then she saw what I was getting at, and blushed a bit before saying "Okay.
Lesson learned. Like people for who they are - all of them, just not one
part of them; and treat them the same, no matter how they're different."
She leaned in toward me a bit, and asked "So how did you figure all this
stuff out? I mean, I know you're smart, but still....."
"Like I told you, I traveled a lot in Asia. Hong Kong, Taiwan, Japan, Korea,
Thailand, Singapore, Philippines, Australia, a lot of places. I watched
people, and what they did. A lot of it didn't make sense from my perspective
as an American, with my cultural background; so I started trying to figure
out why they did what they did. As an electronics tech, I'd learned to
analyze things, and look for cause and effect, and see why somebody would do
one thing instead of another - what was good and bad about a particular
choice in a particular situation. So I just kind of naturally applied that
kind of thinking to the different cultures I was in - WHY would a person do
a certain thing in a certain situation? What made it a good or bad choice
for them? How did their society or culture evolve to that point? How did it
help them, or their culture? That sort of thing. From there, it was a short
hop to philosophy - not just the western and European stuff like Nietze and
Kant and all that, but Santayana and Plato and Confucius, and even other
religions. It was the 'Who am I? Why am I here?' deal that most people go
through at some time or other; I just got more involved, and took it more
seriously, than they do. I not only read the stuff, but looked at how it
worked, too, and how it was applied. And I started looking at the things
that were common, and different, between different cultures and religions
and all that stuff; and what things were the same and different with people
in different places and circumstances. After a *lot* of reading and watching
and thinking, I finally managed to get it all down to something I could keep
together in my mind, and started trying to live my life that way. Botched it
a lot, at first, but I learned from my mistakes, and kept trying until I had
it going pretty good; after that, it got easier and easier."
"What were some of the things you've learned?"
"Pretty simple stuff, really - things that just about everybody realizes at
some point, or other; just not enough of them, or how to apply them."
"Such as?"
"Such as... Never let what you want or expect get in the way of what's
really there. Life happens - deal with it, and move on. Until you're happy
with yourself, you're not going to be happy with anyone else. Love isn't a
claim ON someone, it's a gift TO them; if and how they return it is up to
them. Religions get in the way of people in general, as much as they help
people individually. When somebody latches onto a specific racial, or
national, or any other kind of identity-grouping, they're showing that
they're afraid to think for themselves - with their group of choice always
being right, and everyone else being wrong, they set themselves up for a lot
of hardship. Courage isn't necessarily doing what you're afraid of, it's
doing what you know is RIGHT. People that are willing to sacrifice a
principle don't usually have much of a principle to sacrifice in the first
place. That kind of thing."
"What you said about religions getting in the way - what did you mean?"
"Did they teach you in school about the Inquisition?", I asked.
She shook her head 'no'.
"Okay, then let me ask you first what you think about Jews, in general."
"Uh, they're okay, I suppose. Most of the talk I hear in school isn't very
nice."
"Okay, I want you to remember that.", I said, and went on to give her a
brief history lesson before continuing "Now, if I was Jewish, how do you
suppose I'd feel about that?"
She looked at me, horrified, saying "I guess you'd be pretty upset. But that
happened hundreds of years ago!"
"So? The Jewish religion is THOUSANDS of years old - remember your Bible?
And how it talks about Jews? They were a religion, even then. And I might
point out that all Christian religions observe Easter, something that is
supposed to have happened even longer ago than the Inquisition."
She looked at me, and I had to explain to her "Candice, I am _not_ putting
down your religion - I am only pointing out how it's actions have gotten in
the way of how it deals with Jews as a people, even as it was giving you
comfort and solace as an individual. From what I could read, most of the
other major religions have had their own problems, as well."
"Then what did you mean about the race or national group thing?"
"Know any black people?"
"Sure."
"Any of them ever get so busy being Black that they forgot to be HUMAN?"
She just looked at me.
"Candice, do you treat black people any differently than others?"
"No. Well, except.." she started to say, then stopping.
"Except when they go off to do some 'black' thing.", I finished for her. She
nodded, realizing the circularity of it.
"I understand that they _are_ black, and that the history of black people in
this country - for good OR bad - isn't something to be dismissed. But as
long as it's an issue, it WILL be an issue: as long as *anyone* insists on
being treated differently for some reason or other, they WILL be treated
differently, _for that very reason_ . I was going into a store one time, and
held the door for a woman that was a short distance behind me. When she got
close, she proceeded to jump all over me about holding doors for women, and
how it was sexist, and she could open her own damn doors, and all the rest
of it. When she finally wound down, I simply told her 'I was holding the
door for a fellow human being, as a courtesy from one person to another. I'd
have done the same if you were male or female, black or white, old or young.
But with that attitude, next time I'll just let it slam in your face so you
can feel equal!'. She started to apologize, but I just told her that we'd
already exchanged opinions, and that I had no further interest in speaking
with her, and walked away to leave her standing there feeling like the fool
she was."
She nodded, and I went on "If I give more compliments to women, it's because
women do more to deserve them - I might see a woman with a new hairstyle,
and tell her it looks nice, while ignoring the man she's with - who hasn't
changed HIS hairstyle in twenty years. Ditto her new dress and his
five-year-old suit, or the results of her health club membership and his
eighty pounds of gut hanging over his belt. Otherwise, I try to treat people
the same - man or woman, black or white, young or old, or any other
difference you might come up with."
She nodded, telling me "I can vouch that you don't treat women any different
than you do men - except in the ways that really matter!", she added with a
grin, before moving closer to take me into her arms and kiss me. Hard. A
lot.
When she came up for air, she grinned at me and said "I like it when you
talk to me - us - but I like it even more when it's just you and me!"
"What did you have in mind?"
"Are you, uh, ready to make me a woman?"
"Not just yet, I think. Remember, I'm old, and decrepit - it takes me a
little longer to recover than some young 18 year old stud."
"Hmmph. Old? Maybe, but I don't think so. Decrepit? No, I think the proper
word is _depraved_. Maybe you're not some young stud - but I want to find
out if you're an 'old' stud!", she said with a grin, adding "Okay, if you
want a little more time, I'll be _almost_ as happy to snuggle with you for a
while."
"Snuggling is good, too!", I agreed, getting a grin from her before she lay
against me again, her head on my shoulder. I put my arms around her as she
put her hands on my shoulders; we sat there like that for several minutes,
content to simply be touching each other.
Finally, she couldn't resist it any longer, and kissed my neck - followed by
a soft bite. Feeling perkier, I retaliated by nibbling softly at her
shoulder before taking her neck muscle between my teeth and _growling_ as I
wiggled my head. A little tickled by it, she scrunched her shoulder up and
giggled, before doing the same to me - and raising the stakes by pulling her
body slightly away from mine and brushing my chest with her nipples.
Ill-equipped for *that* kind of fight, I changed tactics: sliding my hands
down her body and around to her buttocks, holding them in my hands for a few
moments before giving them several firm squeezes and soft caresses.
She countered by pressing her chest into mine as she - HELLO! - stuck her
tongue in my ear; and felt my involuntary response under her.
I responded by tracing the curves of her ear with my tongue, then breathing
into it - and feeling her shiver in my arms as her nipples hardened into my
chest.
Still in the neighborhood, she nibbled my ear for a few moments, then my
neck, as she began a slow rocking motion on my lap, making slight contact
with my slowly erecting penis.
Moving my hands from her ass cheeks, I began to slowly caress her, from her
knees to her hips, up her sides then around to her back. Down her back and
across her firm, smooth ass, and back along the bottoms of her thighs to her
knees - then starting the circuit all over again as I softly covered her
shoulder in kisses.
Knowing that she was having the desired effect, she pulled herself away from
me a bit, and lowered her head to begin applying wet, softly sucking kisses
to my chest and shoulders.
The change in her position caused me to re-route my hands, so that rather
than tracing a line down her back, I was detouring to her front - caressing
and squeezing her breasts and nipples before curving down to her butt, and
allowing my fingertips to brush across her rectum, making her shudder
slightly when I did.
The rocking of her hips was serving both to caress my penis, and spread her
rapidly developing lubrication on it - even as she raised up and moved
against me again to kiss me, I could feel her wet labia and hot entrance
beginning to reach the head of my penis as it made firm contact with her
mons.
As we kissed, she could feel the increasing pressure of my penis against her
opening, and after a bit, raised herself up, so that my erection was free to
swing up; when she felt that it was clear, she lowered herself again. Having
never broken our kiss, she arched her back so that she could continue
rubbing herself against my penis - only this time, along the bottom surface
of it.
She knew that I was fully erect; when she was satisfied that I was
well-lubricated with her oils, she pulled away from me again, panting, and
asked "Okay, now what? I know you're ready, and I *sure* as hell am!"
I was panting a little myself, and told her "Let me slide down a little bit,
so you have a little more room. Then when you're ready" - "I _am_, dammit!"
- "You raise yourself up so that I'm in the right position to go in. Then
you just kind of sit down on it; as slow as you need to or want to, so
things don't happen to fast for you. When we get to your maidenhead, you
take it as fast or slow as you want, and do whatever you want, until we can
get past it without hurting you."
"I, uh, don't think that's going to be a problem. When I was little, before
I even had my first period, I was out in the yard trying to do some of the
gymnastics I saw them doing on TV during the Olympics. I felt this tearing
inside, and when I looked, I saw that I was bleeding a little. Scared the
hell out of me, and I ran in to tell my mom. It embarrassed the hell out of
her when she took me to the emergency room, and they told her that all I'd
done was tear my hymen, that it wasn't a big deal and that I'd be okay."
"Uh, sorry to hear that it happened that way, but it's good, I suppose, that
it DID happen - it just means that it will be that much easier for you,
whenever you're ready."
"I told you - I *am* ready. God, I'm so ready!", she exclaimed.
She scooted back a bit to give me some room, and I slid myself down, so that
I was resting more on my tailbone, but with my shoulders still resting
against the headboard. She put her hands on my chest, and worked her way
backward, watching her progress, until she figured she was in the right
spot.
"Uh, do you want me to hold it, or do you?", I asked.
She smiled at me, and said "I do - I think I'd have a better feel for how it
would go into me, that way."
"That's fine - whatever you need or want, that's how it will happen. Just
take your time, and don't do anything to hurt yourself. I'll be right here"
- she snorted - "and I'm not going to do anything to you, other than what
you tell me to, okay?"
She nodded, then reached down between us to take hold of my erection, and
lift it up. Lowering herself until she could feel it against her, she made a
couple of small adjustments in her position. Sliding the head between her
labia, she coated it with her secretions, making sure that it was
well-lubricated. Then, looking me squarely in the eye, started to lower
herself onto it.
She had hold of me near the base, and as she pressed herself down, I
couldn't help but grimace slightly as I started to bend. She saw it, and
raised herself before moving her grip up to hold me more in the middle.
Lowering herself for another try, the added support to my penis kept me
steady enough that she was able to wiggle the glans against her opening. She
would press down a bit, then pause, press again, then pause again, until the
head of my erection suddenly popped through her entrance. She immediately
stopped, letting go of my erection, and looked at me in mild amazement
before getting a slightly distracted look on her face.
I simply lay there, my hands on her thighs, and watched her as she adjusted
to the new situation.
After a few seconds, she looked at me again, and I asked her "Are you okay?
You're not hurt or anything?"
She smiled slightly, and answered "No, not hurt exactly - I mean, I was
*really* surprised when it just popped in like that; it felt so *big*. I
guess it's stretching me or something, because I'm starting to get used to
it; it feels better when I can, you know, _relax_ myself there."
"Well, take it easy. Take as much time as you want to get used to it. We
have as much time as you want, okay?"
"Yeah, I will - but it *is* feeling better the longer it's in me."
"That's good - but still no reason to hurry things. Just do what you're
comfortable with."
She nodded, and got a slightly faraway look in her eyes as she concentrated
on what she was doing, and the sensations she was experiencing.
After a bit, she looked at me again, and asked "Okay, I'm pretty comfortable
with it. Uh, is there anything to make the rest any easier, or go any
faster?"
"Raising and then lowering yourself a bit, when you're comfortable, would
help make sure your, uh, lubrication gets onto all of me, and make things a
little easier for you. Other than that, the only thing I can tell you is
relax, and take it easy."
She nodded her understanding, and with both hands on my chest again, raised
then lowered herself slowly a couple of times, clearly trying to get her
juices better distributed. It seemed to work, because after pausing a few
moments, she pressed herself down again, taking perhaps another quarter inch
of me inside.
With no apparent discomfort now, she paused a moment, then slid herself up
and down for a short distance a couple of times before pausing and then
pressing down, and gaining a little more than the previous effort. She
looked up to smile at me in triumph, then focused on her own actions again.
Over the next couple of minutes, the cycle repeated itself several times -
after each gain, she'd pause a moment to get used to the feeling of having
me inside her, then raise and lower herself; with more and more of me inside
her, she was apparently more willing to increase the distance she moved to
spread her secretions around. And with us better lubricated, each time she
pressed herself onto me, she would gain slightly more progress, until her
last thrust took the last inch of my erection, leaving her sitting on my
lap, my hardness fully enveloped by her womanhood.
With that much accomplished, she was content to sit there for a bit, letting
her internal muscles stretch the last bit they needed before they could
accept this intrusion.
As she rested, I put my hands on her hips, and spoke quietly to her to help
her relax and adjust.
After a minute or so, I felt it as she slowly moved her hips under my hands,
easing them first one direction, then another, as she experimented with the
sensations she could create with me inside her. Once satisfied with the
answers, she raised herself up, perhaps half my length, before letting
herself slide down again - and slide she did, with her ample lubrication
coating the length of me.
Again seated on me, she looked down at me with a smile of triumph - and
pleasure.
A few moments went by, and I could feel her start to move over me slightly
as she began experimenting with trying to control her internal muscles:
raising and lowering herself slightly as she moved her hips back and forth,
changing the angle that I entered her; rotating herself around my erection,
to see how the change in my position felt; moving her hips in small circles
to experience how the pressure of my penis changed inside her.
After a bit, she lifted herself up again, until only my glans was inside
her; looking between us, I could see that there wasn't a trace of blood to
be found - only the glistening of her secretions on my penis and her vaginal
lips, giving proof of her arousal and readiness. She sat down again,
incredibly slowly, as though savoring the feel of my hardness filling her
again, millimeter by millimeter, until our pubic hair merged yet again. A
pause, and back up she went, the tightness of our union drawing her labia
out, only to disappear when she lowered herself with only a momentary delay.
Over the next couple of minutes, her actions increased, both in speed and
enthusiasm; she was moving over me almost constantly, and setting herself on
me firmly and easily. I watched her face as she progressed, and saw her eyes
close in pleasure, and watched her face and neck and shoulders flush as her
arousal and desire overtook her.
After a couple of minutes, she stopped using her legs to move herself;
instead, she leaned forward a bit and started hunching herself down onto me
with her legs and torso held steady. The change in entry seemed to make her
even more excited; I could feel the difference in pressure as she moved, and
could see that she was getting more pressure against her clitoral area at
the start of each downward thrust. It also seemed to stretch her opening a
trifle, too - it went from being almost painfully tight around my erection
to 'merely' tight enough to force the skin of my erection to stretch away
from the head as I entered her, creating a pressure along my length that
felt _wonderful_.
As she settled into a slow, steady motion, I had the ability and desire to
focus on how she felt around me - tight, of course, at her opening; but also
incredibly snug and slippery all along her insides, as well. She was very
warm and wet around me; the overall sensation was that of having my erection
buried in a very warm, very oily, slightly-too-small spandex glove.
Several minutes went by before I could feel her starting to get tired again;
I took her into my arms, and told her "Let me do that for a while.". She
nodded her agreement - she was panting too much from effort and arousal to
say much - and slowed and reduced her movements as I took over. With her
holding steady over me, I started pistoning up into her, at much the same
speed and force as she'd been using, continuing the rhythm and pattern she'd
started.
She gradually lowered herself, so that she was resting on her elbows and
knees, her breasts pressing against my chest; my arms wrapped around her, I
was able to make love to thrust into her easily.
We continued like that for perhaps five minutes or so, before I started to
feel the effort of it; she must have understood, because she managed to tell
me, between gasps, "Let's move, and find something that doesn't wear us both
out!". I voiced my agreement; she raised her body off mine - both of us
covered in a fine sheen of perspiration - and reluctantly raised herself
enough to let me slide free of her intimate grasp.
Looking at me questioningly, I guided her to lay on her back; she readily
spread her legs for me, and I moved between them as she watched my
glistening penis sway in front of me. Settling on my butt, my legs bent to
the sides, I was very nearly at the same level as her opening; I pushed my
penis down slightly, so that the head was between her labia, and pressing
against her opening. She edged herself toward me, getting me wedged into
position; from there, it was easy enough for me to slide nearly half my
length back into her, eliciting a moan from her as I did. I guided her legs
over mine, so that her feet rested on my legs - that put us into a position
where I could begin a rocking motion that moved me in and out of her with
minimal effort, and plenty of pleasure - for both of us, judging from the
small sounds she made as I moved in her.
In a fairly short time, I had a nice rhythm going - fast enough to please
her, but not so fast that I was at any risk of climaxing sooner than I
wanted. I wanted to make this experience as enjoyable for her as I could,
while pleasing myself for as long as possible. As I rocked in and out of
her, I could see a slight swaying in her breasts - firm as they were, they
had barely changed shape when she laid down; standing proudly, her erect
nipples waved in the air slightly in time with my motions in her.
At first, she was content to simply hold my legs where they extended under
her, but after a little time, she moved her hands up to begin playing with
her breasts - squeezing them, pinching and teasing the nipples, and
caressing them. Looking down, I saw that her labia were fully extended and
spread wide, moving only a little from side to side as my erection slid past
them. As widely as she'd spread her legs, it was easy to see her clitoris,
too, where it had come out from under it's hooded shelter. Glistening
slightly, it appeared to nod it's head in time with my actions; collecting
some of her juices on my thumb, I used them to lubricate her as I softly
caressed and pressed her clitoris as I continued to rock back and forth,
sliding nearly the entire length of my woman-wet sword in her sheath.
I was careful to keep my attentions to her clitoris slow and gentle - using
them to add an extra little bit of pleasure and stimulation to the arousal
she was feeling from my movements in her; the goal was to bring her, slowly
and gently, to an orgasm that she would remember for the rest of her life,
as the first she ever experienced from actually making love with a man.
As the time of our joining increased, so did her excitement. She gasped and
panted, not from effort, but from arousal; more and more noises of pleasure
escaped her throat; the blush on her face and neck and shoulders darkened,
and expanded to cover her chest and the upper slopes of her breasts; from
passively accepting my penetrations, she progressed to welcoming them, then
encouraging them by lifting her hips slightly as I entered her; her head
tossed from side to side; and her eyes opened only slightly, hooded in her
desire and lust.
As the seconds turned to minutes, I could also _feel_ Candice's advancing
arousal: from faint flutterings of her vagina, then tightening around my
penis, her vaginal muscles increased to actually clasping at it; her
secretions increased, and were pushed out by my penetrations of her, first
wetting, then soaking, both of our pubic areas.
After perhaps ten minutes, I could watch as she got closer and closer to her
orgasm - her gasps and moans increased not only in frequency, but volume;
and I could see that her attentions to her breasts were getting not only
faster, but harder, as well. Knowing that she was anxious for release, I
slightly increased the pressure and speed of my thumb as I caressed and
rubbed her clitoris; in only a couple more minutes, I was watching when her
eyes suddenly flew open and she stared at a point about a thousand miles
over my shoulder, and she let out a long, loud moan as the first of several
spasms hit her. I felt her tighten down on me for several long seconds as I
continued to move in her with the same steady motions and pace. When she
loosened around me, I could feel the fluttering of her internal muscles as
they tried to relax from the intensity of their clenching. She started to
draw a ragged breath, but it was cut off as another wave of her release
washed over her, freezing her in place. It seemed to last as long as the
first, and as it passed, she managed to release a shuddering moan before
sucking in a gasping breath - barely ahead of yet another powerful spasm
that took her over completely.
With the end of the third cycle in her orgasm, she was able to pant a couple
times and draw another breath before a fourth, slightly less powerful,
clenching took her - but through it, she was able to release a low groaning
sound of pleasure and release. The fifth and sixth spasms were each less
than the one before; as she felt each move over her, she voiced her pleasure
in a low moan.
Throughout all this, her vagina continued to tighten around me with each
phase of her release, waves of muscle moving along my penis as they peaked,
then fluttering sensations as they passed.
As her orgasm ended, I could see that she was in no danger of passing out or
losing consciousness; but neither was she going to be in full control of
herself, either. So I gradually slowed my pistoning, until I finally stopped
with myself embedded in her; and leaned forward until I could rest on my
elbows, so that I was covering her body with mine without putting too much
of my weight on her. I put my arms along her sides, and my hands on her
shoulders, and softly kissed her face and neck and shoulders as she fought
to get her breath back, and control of her senses. A number of small
shudders passed through her, but they quickly tapered off as she recovered
from her experience. Her movements, as she got her breathing under control
and regained her senses, produced a variety of involuntary tightenings and
sensations where she was thoroughly wrapped around me - it was stimulating
and pleasant enough that I didn't have any difficulty staying hard inside
her without making any additional movement.
Finally, I felt her stirring slightly under me, and raised up enough to be
able to see her face. Her eyes fluttered slightly, and I could see the
effort as she tried to focus them on me. When she did manage it, I slowly
raised myself even farther, so that I was resting on my outstretched arms,
my hands on the bed next to her shoulders.
Perhaps ten seconds went by with her just looking at me, before she tried to
speak - and all that came out was a soft croaking noise.
"Would you like something to drink?", I asked.
Her eyes told me 'yes', and I put my weight on one arm to free the other
hand to get a soda off the nightstand. I set it nearby, and said "You can't
drink anything laying down like that. I'm going to pick you up a little bit
so you can drink, okay?"
Again, she communicated her agreement with her eyes; I leaned down a bit and
worked my hands and forearms under her shoulders. It took a bit of effort,
but I managed to raise her up to near-sitting position without any sudden
movements. Holding her steady with one arm, I reached out and pulled in the
bottle of soda, and with one hand, managed to open it. Bringing it up to her
mouth, I tilted it when she opened her lips slightly. I carefully poured a
little of it into her mouth, and watched as she let some of it soak into her
tissues before swallowing. Her eyes told me she was ready for more, and I
did it again, pouring a little more into her mouth, stopping when she
indicated it was enough. After she swallowed it, she was able to croak out
"Thank you". I smiled, and offered her another drink, which she accepted.
With the additional recovery time, she was able to raise her hand to mine as
continued to hold the bottle while she drank.
Quickly recovering her strength, she was able to take the bottle from me and
hold it herself as she told me "That was really something. *Really*
_something_." in little more than a whisper before taking a drink by
herself. She sat up a little more, and was able to put her arm around me a
bit, even though I still had hold of her to help support her. In a close to
normal voice, she asked "Is it like that *every* time?"
"Damned if I know! I suppose that it *could* be, for you, if you wanted it
to.". I answered.
"Oh, dear God!" was all she could say before shifting her weight slightly -
and feeling me move inside her when she did.
Her eyes got big, and she looked down to see that yes, what she'd felt was
true: I *was* still hard, and we *were* still joined. Lifting her head
again, she could only stare at me for several seconds before asking "What
are you? Superman? Didn't you like it, too?"
I smiled at the compliment, and told her "Oh, I enjoyed it just fine, thank
you very much. No, I'm not Superman; I've just got a little control over
myself. What we were doing felt good for me, too - I wouldn't be hard if it
didn't - but I was more interested in making it good for you than getting
myself off."
"Oh, it was good for me! Damn, it was good! The way you were sliding in and
out of me, it felt like I was getting scratched for an itch I didn't know I
had until then - it just felt so *good*, feeling you move in me like that.
And the way you were touching me, just kept making it feel better and
better, and getting me hotter and hotter, until finally, BLAM, it hit me! At
first, I thought I was going to pass out or something 'cause I couldn't even
_breathe_!"
"Yeah, I have to admit that it did look like you were enjoying It.", I
teased.
She gave me a dirty look and said "Enjoyed it, hell. It felt so good I
thought I was dying, and on my way to heaven!"
"Well, I just wanted to try and make your first time like that something you
would be happy to remember, is all."
She gave me another dirty look, and said "Oh, I'll remember it, all right. I
wouldn't have forgotten it anyway, but after _that_, I'll be dreaming about
it the rest my life!"
I grinned at her, and gently pulled her to my chest, giving her a hug -
which she quickly returned, fiercely.
As we separated, we could both feel it as I moved inside her again, a little
bit.
She grinned at me, and said "Well, if that thing is still working, it seems
a shame not to use it for something."
I grinned back, and said "Hmmm. That's an interesting thought - any
suggestions?"
She laughed, and said "It seems to fit where it is now, so you probably
ought to just keep it there - but maybe move it around a little?"
"Say, that's a good idea! I wish *I'd* thought of it!"
"THAT is the benefit of a good private school education!", she declared
solemnly - before both of us broke up, laughing.
When she'd caught her breath again, she told me "I mean it - if you're still
able, I'm ready to go again. Only this time, don't worry about me, okay?
You've done enough for me this afternoon to keep me happy for the rest of my
life; if you want to go ahead and, uh, shoot your stuff, don't wait for me.
Seriously, you've already done enough for me, so go ahead and do something
for yourself, now. All right?"
"If it gets to that point, okay, I will." I answered, hedging.
She gave me the fisheye, but I let it go, saying "Good. Now, what do you
want me to do?"
"How about if we start like we did before, with you on your back? Only this
time, I'll be between your legs, and can get a little more, uh, active."
She grinned at me, impishly, and said "'Active', huh? Sounds like a winner
to me!"
That settled, she got her feet under her, and began - slowly - to raise up,
as though reluctant to lose me. As I pulled free of her, there was a small
sucking noise, which seemed to embarrass her terribly - judging from how
bright pink her face and ears got. As she moved back, though, and got sight
of my erection swaying slightly between my thighs, shiny with her juices,
she got over embarrassment quickly, electing to get on her hands and knees
long enough to take me into her mouth, and replace her vaginal juices with
her saliva - and bringing me to maximum hardness in the process. Only when
she was satisfied that she'd gotten all of her lubrication off me did she
pull her head back, and release me from between her lips. She looked up at
me with a shit-eating grin, and quickly moved to lay on her back, her legs
spread and knees pulled up.
I moved between her legs, and leaned forward to put my hands on either side
of her shoulders; she quickly reached down between us with her hands, using
one to spread her labia, and the other to take hold of me and position me at
her entrance. As we looked into each other's eyes, I firmly pressed my hips
forward, and in a single, slow motion - she was still VERY wet from our
previous encounter - slid my entire length into her, so that when I was
done, my pubic bone was pressed against hers - and indirectly, her clitoris.
She removed her hands from between us, and put them around my waist, pulling
at me to make sure that I was as far inside her as I could go. I eased
myself out of her, until my glans was _just barely_ inside the ring of
muscle at her vaginal entrance, then pushed forward again, accompanied by
her moan of pleasure. As I got close to filling her again, she arched her
back slightly, so that when our pelvises touched, I was pressing more on her
clitoris. To help get her aroused even more, I pressed forward in a couple
of short, firm pushes, 'bumping' her clitoris; she responded by gasping in
pleasure.
I slid out of her again, not as far, and then back in - a little faster, and
a little firmer; the groan she released told me that _that_ was what she
wanted. So I did it again - faster and firmer still. Another groan, and
again. In short order, I was pistoning in and out of her in quick, solid
strokes, bumping against her clitoris each time I buried myself in her.
As I settled into a rhythm, I came to realize that the thing that seemed to
be pleasing her most was the force with which I was entering her. I tested
the idea by maintaining the speed I'd set, but not letting myself enter her
so far - her reaction was a series of mildly frustrated moans, and pulling
on my waist to encourage deeper penetration. The next thing I tried was
penetration, but not so forcefully: for several strokes, as I felt myself
approaching full entry in her, I slowed down slightly, so that I still
filled her completely, but not as hard. Again, she moaned in frustration,
finally telling me "Harder, dammit!"
At that point, I figured she knew what she wanted, and stopped holding back.
Thinking that if I got TOO rough, she'd be just as willing to let me know
that, too; I gave up a little speed in order to give her the 'enthusiasm'
she wanted. I was soon thrusting into her solidly, our loins making a
distinct slapping noise as they met - accompanied each time by a small grunt
of pleasure from her. Even more than the slow lovemaking I'd used before,
this was arousing her, tremendously: she was getting even wetter than she'd
been before, and even pulled her knees back far enough to let her lock her
ankles behind me. My efforts were taking a toll on my arms, though, and
before long, I had to lower myself to my elbows. When I did, she quickly
wrapped her arms around me, and raised her upper body so that her breasts
and nipples brushed against my chest in time with my thrusting - giving both
of us that much more stimulation.
Almost at the same time, we both looked down between us, to where we were
joined, watching as my wet penis seemed to grow out of her clasping vaginal
lips, then be swallowed up by them in turn. The sights and sounds and smells
of our lovemaking seemed only to stimulate both of us to greater heights of
passion and effort - we kissed, tongues dueling, and biting each others
lips; I could feel it as she bit the side of my neck in her passion, knowing
that I'd done the same to her shoulder a few moments before; we gasped out
each others names; our bodies slid against each other as the sweat of our
passion mingled, and slickened us. A few more minutes, and I knew that I was
going to climax - and that it wasn't too far away.
Raising myself back onto my hands and arms, I increased the force with which
I entered her, almost pounding into her hot, wet opening as she cried and
shouted her pleasure at what I was doing to her, and raised herself up in
welcome to my efforts. Her back was arched so much that both her shoulders
and hips were completely free of the bed, and her arms were still wrapped
around my back. Finally, I could stand it no more, and after slamming into
her in a few last, slow thrusts, felt myself jetting my seminal fluid into
her. As I did, I could feel her fingernails dig into my back as another
orgasm hit her, making her almost scream with the power of it as it
overloaded her senses. It felt as though I were squirting pints or quarts of
semen into her, and the sensation of her vagina clamping down on me, and
then going through a series of spasms that felt like waves of tightness
running the length of my penis only made it that much stronger for me. I
could have sworn that every one of my spasms of ejaculation was as strong as
the first. But finally, I simply didn't have anything left to give to her,
and nearly collapsed on her in exhaustion; only by supreme effort did I
manage to stop myself at my elbows, so that I didn't crush her beneath me,
even as she was reaching the end of her own release. When I felt her go limp
beneath me, I managed to ease my rapidly deflating penis from her feminine
grasp, and rolled over to the side to collapse on my back next to her,
gasping for air, just as she was.
As my breathing slowed, I must have fallen asleep - I can only plead the
short hours of the previous night, and the effort of making love to so many
of them so many times prior to that.
When I awoke, it was to discover that Candice was laying on her side, next
to me - her head on my shoulder (and breasts pressing into my side), one leg
across mine (pubic hair brushing my hip), and her arm on my chest. Raising
my head and looking down, I could see that she'd also apparently taken the
time to wash me - and presumably, herself - clean of the evidence of our
passion. As I lay my head back down, I could feel her stir next to me, and a
moment later, her face came into view as she raised herself onto her elbow.
I could see the concern on her face as she looked down at me and asked "Are
you okay? Or are you just tired?"
"Tired, I think.", I managed to whisper.
"I'm not surprised. While you were sleeping, I realized just how much, uh,
activity you've had since we all got here yesterday, and how little sleep
you must have gotten last night. I'm really sorry that I put you through all
that this afternoon - I should have known better."
I licked my lips, and she quickly asked "Are you thirsty?"
I nodded, and started to sit up; she quickly put a hand on my shoulder to
hold me down, saying "It's okay. I found something in the kitchen, so you
can just lay there if you want, and still get something to drink." With
that, she reached over to the nightstand, and brought around a bottle - and
when I saw it, I understood, and couldn't help but smile: she'd found the
Crazy Straw that Kelly had insisted she needed when we were in a store one
time. I refused at the time, but went back the next day to get it - and
giving it to her as a surprise gift a few days later. Ever since then, she'd
drag it out and use it to drink something she ordinarily wouldn't drink
through a straw: wine, milk, even coffee once. And when she was through with
it, would come over and sit on my lap, cuddling with me.
Candice had found it, and put it in a bottle of club soda, since it would
make a serviceable 'sickbed' straw - it would bend enough to let a person on
their back drink from it, but wouldn't hold it's shape when bent. When the
tip was offered to me, I quickly managed to down nearly half the bottle
before having to breathe again.
On the path to rehydration, I rested a few more minutes, then eased myself
into a sitting position - despite Candice's objections and remonstrations.
Once seated, I took the bottle from her, and finished off the drink; she
quickly replaced it with a full one, moving the Crazy Straw in the process.
I took a few swallows, and then smiled at her, saying "I was just tired
there, for a bit. I'm feeling better now, okay?"
She looked at me dubiously, and said "Well, okay. But you still take it
easy, you hear me?"
"Yes, Mother!", I teased - and finally getting something like a smile from
her.
She started to settle down next to me, but I put my arm out, and gently
guided her toward my lap. She looked doubtful, but went ahead and sat down
on it - facing me, a knee on each side of me - when I assured her "It's okay
- we're just sitting, remember?"
I took her hands in mine, and told her "Candice, I'm okay. Really. I think
you were right - I didn't get as much sleep as I usually do, last night, and
yes, I was more 'active' than usual last night. So if I fell asleep when
maybe I shouldn't have, and worried you, then I'm sorry. But the mistake was
MINE; what you did was make me an invitation - the decision to over-exert
myself a little was MINE, not yours. *You have nothing to feel bad about*,
okay?"
I could tell from her expression that she thought I was trying to blow smoke
up her butt, but was too polite to come out and say so.
Nothing for me to do but try again, saying "Do you think there was anything
you or anyone else could have done to force me to make love with you?"
She shook her head, and I went on "Do you think that I would have agreed to
make love with you if I had any idea that something like that would happen?"
She shook her head 'no' again, and I finished up by saying "Do you think
that I would have done anything with you if I thought there was the
slightest chance of something like that happening? Do you think that I would
willingly do anything that would cause you to worry like that? Or that I'm
foolish enough to do it on purpose?"
Again, 'no'.
"Then trust me when I tell you that YOU have no responsibility in my falling
asleep like that. I made a mistake, and did something foolish - and paid for
it. It was your- my- OUR misfortune that you were the last to come to me
like you did. If anything else had been different, it could have been Sandra
or Robyn where you are now. Okay?"
She nodded acceptance, reluctantly, but I could still see that her eyes were
getting red, and starting to tear up.
I had one last hope.
"How long was I asleep?"
"About an hour.", she mumbled.
"Well, there you go - a nice, afternoon nap. I usually have one on the
weekends, and that was it. It just happened a little more suddenly than
most, is all."
It didn't fly. Not even a little bit. Even as I finished, I could see the
tears starting down her face. All I could do was take her in my arms, and
hold her as she cried it out of her system; caressing her back and softly
saying reassuring things to her to try and comfort her - and feeling like a
total jackass the whole time, because I KNEW it wasn't her fault, even if
she didn't.
She finally cried herself out, and was at the point where all she had left
in her was a few small hiccups - and even those were starting to fade.
I took her by the arms, and eased her back into a sitting position. Then I
took her face in my hands, and wiped her tears away with my thumbs before
lifting her face to look at me. When I finally got her to look me in the
eyes, I told her "Candice, that was *not* *your* *fault*. It was _MINE_, and
I'm sorry if I worried you or made you think something was wrong." I kissed
her softly on the lips, and went on "You didn't do anything wrong by asking
me to make love to you again. *I* didn't know I was that tired, okay?"
Another kiss, then "If I had it to do over again, I probably would do
something different - but it's too late - and for that, I'm sorry." Kiss.
"Candice, YOU have nothing to feel bad about. YOU have nothing to be ashamed
of. YOU have nothing to blame yourself about." Kiss. "It was *my* doing that
made me so tired - NOT YOURS." Kiss. "The choice was mine, and the
responsibility is mine, remember?" Kiss. "If you want to be mad, or upset,
or anything like that with anyone, be them with ME." Kiss. "*I* did
something dumb, and I scared you and made you feel bad - and if I could go
back and undo it, I would, without hesitation." Kiss. "But I can't, and I'm
sorry that I made you feel that way - but don't beat up yourself for
something *I* did because I was stupid, okay?" Kiss.
Then she started crying again - but this time, as she headed for my arms, I
could see the relief on her face as she accepted what I'd told her.
But she wasn't in my arms long before she suddenly sat up, and started
hitting me with open-handed slaps to the chest and arms and shoulders,
saying "You rat! You stinker! What the hell were you doing, scaring me like
that! I was worried half to death! What's the matter with you? Are you
STUPID, or something? You *bastard*!"
I didn't do anything to stop her, or try and soften the blows. I just sat
there, accepting what she was doing, and letting her get even *that* part of
it out of her system as best she could - even if it physically hurt (and
some of the blows did).
After a few seconds, she started to slow down, and eventually stopped; when
she did, I took her in my arms, and held her again, reassuring her that
everything was okay, now, as she sniffled into my shoulder - and eventually
put her arms around me.
When she sat up again, I put my hands on her waist, and told her "Candice,
I'm sorry that I upset you, I really am. I'll make you the promise, right
now, that if we ever find ourselves together again, I will NOT repeat that
mistake - or make anything like it."
She was still a trifle miffed with me, but now willing to be placated. "We
damn well *better* find ourselves together again. I felt really great, until
I saw you'd passed out on me!", she grumped.
"It wasn't something I wanted to happen, either - more than anything else, I
wanted to be there for you, and hold you and comfort you and caress you when
we were done."
"I wanted you to, too, dammit.", she responded, slightly mollified.
"I know it's late, but would you still let me do those things? At least now,
we can both enjoy them a little better, if you do.", I offered.
"I suppose."
She had a nice 'mad' on; and there I was, spoiling it for her by being nice,
and apologetic, and caring.
She leaned up against me, and I put my arms around her before twisting
slightly so that I could lay down with her on top of me, Once on my back, I
kissed her, first on the lips, softly, then again on each of her shoulders
as I caressed her sides and back. A few seconds went by, and I could feel
her relax a bit as she lay on me; after a bit, she decided it was okay to
kiss me back - and from there, we quickly got reacquainted with each other's
anatomy. I kissed the spot on her shoulder that I'd bitten - and finding
that I'd left a nice hickey that I hoped she wouldn't have to explain to her
parents or siblings.
In return, she saw where she'd bitten my neck, leaving a nice bruise and set
of teeth marks that she knew she'd have to explain to Kelly, and perhaps
even Jan. But it also gave her the giggles, and I asked what was so funny.
She had to explain to me that it was a new situation for her to have to
explain to her best friend why and how she'd given that friend's lover a big
love-bite on his neck - and only having to worry that the friend would be
upset about the bruise, not the lovemaking that led to it. I laughed, too,
and agreed that it probably was a situation that didn't come up much in the
rest of society - like never, I guessed. That got her giggling harder, and
before long, she'd forgotten how mad she was at me, and went back to showing
the love and concern that I knew she had inside her.
We continued to cuddle and kiss and play and cuddle and joke and cuddle for
a while, but finally decided that we were both thirsty again. I sat up
again, and got my legs positioned for her to lean back against my thighs
while she got us each another bottle - mine sans Crazy Straw this time.
After she'd leaned back to rest against my legs, she told me "I really did
enjoy making love with you - a LOT. I mean, not only were you real patient
and gentle with me, but you tried real hard to make it easy for me, and to
make sure that I felt good about it, too. I've *never* had orgasms like what
I did with you; I mean, I've, uh, masturbated and everything, and even had
some small orgasms -but now I _know_ they were small ones, because they were
NOTHING like what I felt with you."
"I'm glad you enjoyed it, and felt so good about it. It's nice to know that
my trying to make it a good time for you worked."
"Oh, it was a good time, all right! Except there at the end; and I guess I
can forgive you for *that*. What really made me relax about all of it,
though, was that YOU were so relaxed about it. I mean, when you put your
tongue in me that first time, I was really nervous that I would taste bad to
you or something, but you just acted like there wasn't anything wrong, and
did it again - and again and again and again! It felt *wonderful*, what you
were doing to me; and then when I, uh, tasted myself on you, you just acted
like that was perfectly fine, too - and even talked with me about it a
little, to let me know it was okay. It really surprised me when you drank
out of the same bottle of water I did after I used my mouth on you, but then
I realized that if you were okay with me kissing you after you used your
mouth on me, you probably weren't going to be too fussy about just drinking
from a bottle after I'd done the same thing to you. And when you did that,
it just made me realize that you really *were* relaxed with all of this, and
that you really *do* just want to make whoever you're with happy."
I smiled at her, and she went on "There were a couple of times there that I
was kind of embarrassed about wanting you to do anything, but you just acted
like everything I wanted was perfectly normal, and didn't make any fuss
about any of it - you just did what I wanted, and made me *deliriously*
happy in the process. That last time, it felt *really* good to have you
making love to me like that, but it wasn't quite _enough_ - until you
started pressing against my, uh, clitoris. When you did that, it REALLY got
me going, and when you started doing something different, I couldn't help
but tell you what I wanted; and you did it - BOY! did you did it! Every time
you went into me, and hit my clit, it was like little sparks were flying off
it, into my, uh, insides, making me hotter and wetter. I was _almost_ there
when I felt you push into me those last couple of times, and I thought I was
going to miss out - it would have been okay, because of how much you did for
me before - but when I felt you starting to shoot inside me, I could _feel_
it, and it just pushed me over the edge, REAL hard. Uh, did I kinda hurt
your back? With my fingernails, I mean?"
"I felt you dig into me, but you didn't actually break the skin or scratch
me or anything."
She seemed relieved, and said "Oh, good. I couldn't help it then, and I was
kind of worried that I'd hurt you or something; that was part of what made
me so upset when you fell asleep so long. Uh, while you were asleep, I
worried about you, but after a while, I realized that you were just asleep,
and I got a washcloth and cleaned you up before I went into the bathroom,
and cleaned myself up a little, too. Both of us were kinda sticky, and
pretty smelly, and it seemed like a good idea."
"Yeah, I noticed what you did - thanks. I'll return the favor, some day, if
you'll let me."
"Oh, I'll let you - and 'some day' won't be long, if I have any choice about
it!", she responded.
After that, we were content to sit there, just enjoying each other's company
until we finished our drinks. When we had, it was Candice that said "I'd
still like to take a shower, if that's okay."
I looked at her in surprise, and said "Of course! I only have two questions
for you, though."
She got a suspicious look on her face, and carefully asked "What questions?"
"Do you want company for it, or not? And if so, when?"
She smiled in relief, and answered "Company would be welcome - in about 5
minutes; I've got some, uh, personal business to take care of, first."
"Six minutes, it is, then."
She smiled, and gave me a quick kiss on the lips before getting up and
heading into the bathroom.
To give her time to tend to her ablutions, I quickly changed the sheets on
the bed - then disposed of our empty water bottles and took the rest back to
the kitchen, putting them back in the fridge. By the time I got back to the
bedroom, it was just over the promised six minutes - but I still knocked at
the door before going in. I heard her call out that it was okay, and opened
the door to the sound of the shower - and a room full of steam. I made my
way to the toilet, and quickly drained off surplus fluids, then flushing it
- before going over to open the shower door and being thoroughly engulfed by
the sudden release of humidity. Exaggerating only slightly, I eased my way
into it, my hands extended before me as though trying to find my way. What I
found instead was an armful of wet, soap-slick, fun girl. We spent the next
twenty minutes 'helping' each other clean off - though teasing, arousing,
and generally getting in each other's way in erotic ways would be more like
it: after I'd washed off my penis, she kept the water off it - by holding it
for me. With her mouth.
As she tried to shampoo her hair, I 'helped' by rinsing off her back,
squeegee the water (where it hit her from the shower head - 'helping' didn't
have a darn thing to do with good sense) down to her butt, and past it. In
doing so, I managed to run my fingers across her anus a couple of times
(okay, several). After about the umpteenth time I did it, she finally told
me "Look, that feels really good, but if you keep doing it, one or both of
us is going to need a shower to clean up from the shower! Besides, Jan and
Kelly will be back before long, and I want to be ready for them." So I left
her butt alone. Mostly. Sort of.
When we were satisfied that we were as clean as we were going to get,
Candice shut off the shower, and I opened the door to grab us a couple of
towels. The helping continued, but wasn't as much fun - the damn towels kept
getting in the way. Ultimately, we found ourselves clean, and dry - and then
back in the den, where we shared the couch as we talked about any number of
things, large and small, as we waited for Kelly and Jan to return.
After perhaps three-quarters of an hour, we heard the sound of a car pulling
up, and then entering the garage. A couple minutes later, the door opened,
and my two greatest loves came in to find us still sitting on the couch,
where they'd left us.
Jan looked at us, and asked "Did you two even *move*?"
Candice got a shit-eating grin on her face, and Kelly answered her "Oh,
yeah, they moved. Just look at her. If they'd moved any more, we'd have to
pry her off the ceiling!", with a laugh. The two of them set their books
down, and moved over to join us, undressing as they went. It was perfectly
normal for them when they were in my house - both were comfortable being
nude around me, and neither much cared for wearing clothes when skin was so
much more comfortable - and friendly. As they got closer, they noticed the
bruise on Candice's shoulder. Slightly alarmed, they looked over at me - and
found the one I had on my neck; teeth marks, and all.
They quickly found seats, and Kelly looked at Candice. Candice answered the
implied question by saying "Uh, we kinda got a little carried away there,
for a bit." Then, defensively, said "He bit me first!"
Kelly turned to look at me, trying not to smile at Candice's last statement.
I simply said "I got a little 'enthusiastic'."
Kelly turned to Jan, and said "'carried away', she says."
Jan nodded, and replied "'enthusiastic', he told us."
Both sat there for a few moments, deadpan, before bursting out in laughter -
and relieving Candice of any fears she might have had.
Both turned back to Candice, and suddenly realized that there had been some
change in her.
They examined her face closely, and it was Jan who finally asked "You got
it?"
Candice nodded, happily, and Kelly said "Yeah, she got it." - before getting
up and moving over to give Candice a hug, and kiss - only to be surprised
when Candice kissed her back, hard. When Kelly moved back from her, the two
of them looked deeply into each other's eyes for several seconds before
Kelly finally spoke again.
"She got it, all right. ALL of it. She's one of us, now."
Jan hurried over to get her own kiss - and was only slightly less surprised
than Kelly at the passion she got in return - never mind the way Candice
moved one of her hands up to cup Jan's breast. Kelly saw that, and turned to
look at me; all I could do was smile, and say, "She seems to like guys - but
doesn't seem to have anything against girls, either." Kelly nodded her
understanding, and quickly moved back in to join in the festivities -
putting her hand on Candice's breast in the process, and getting one in
return, similarly placed.
When Jan came up for air, Kelly moved in - Candice didn't seem to mind in
the slightest; nor did she seem to be experiencing any discomfort from the
virtually non-stop kissing she was going through. In fact, it was Kelly that
finally drew back, taking a deep breath and smiling. Even from where I was
sitting, I could see that her nipples had perked up considerably. After a
bit, they went back at it, with Jan starting things off. Before long, it was
a three-way kissing and fondling contest, with a little groping tossed in
for variety. I simply sat there, enjoying the sight, when I started to
detect the first, faint whiff of aroused female - and I wouldn't have taken
any bets on which one of them it was, or even if it WAS just one of them.
As things heated up even more between them, it became apparent to them that
the end of the couch was restricting their activities; and without even a
look in my direction, all three eased their way down onto the floor in front
of the couch - and a little distance away from it, so they had plenty of
room.
It wasn't long before Kelly and Jan ganged up on Candice - both with a hand
caressing her and exploring her anatomy as first one, then the other kissed
and sucked and licked her breast while their partner in passion kissed her.
They'd done similar things to me, and I *knew* that Candice wouldn't be able
to take it for long - and she didn't. As they were transferring from mouth
to breast on her, she quickly pushed Jan onto her back before giving back
what she'd gotten - and leaving room for Kelly to join in, or not. Kelly had
been surprised by Candice's actions, but it didn't take her long to take
advantage of the new opportunity; in short order, the two of them had Jan as
worked up as Candice had been.
It was after Candice had pulled away from a length and involved kiss with
Jan that Jan managed to gasp out "Kelly's turn!".
Kelly only smiled as she moved to take Jan's place on the floor - only to
have it disappear when the two of them started in on her. For whatever
reasons, they seemed to delight in torturing her: as one of them kissed her,
the other would apply the faintest kisses to Kelly's breasts and nipples;
one would kiss her *ever* so lightly as the other sucked on her nipples;
whatever else they were doing, first one, then the other, would draw a
finger between Kelly's labia and across her clitoris - softly, so as to
tease her into even higher passion.
When Kelly's hips started to arch up a bit, Jan moved her torso a bit, as
though to bring Kelly some relief - but Candice put a hand on her shoulder,
and said "Let me - please?". Jan readily acquiesced, and Candice moved her
way down Kelly's belly, applying a series of soft kisses as she advanced. On
arriving at her goal, Candice didn't seem to hesitate to first kiss Kelly's
mons, then extend her tongue and draw it between her labia - only then did
she pause briefly, as though to savor the new taste, before doing it again,
slower. Jan watched as that went on, and I could see her nipples erecting
even more than they had been; Kelly's only reaction was to gasp in relief at
the direct attention being paid to the center of her arousal.
As Candice continued her efforts, Jan moved back up to resume kissing Kelly;
but as Candice's attentions took effect, it became harder and harder, and
she eventually decided to take advantage of another opportunity: that
*Candice* was accessible to her. Changing her position, Jan moved to Kelly's
other side, and began caressing the insides of Candice's thighs - and seemed
delighted when Candice readily moved her knees apart, granting better access
not only to her thighs, but what lay between, as well.
With that kind of encouragement, Jan soon had her hand on Candice's sex -
tracing a finger between her labia, softly rubbing her clitoris, and even
sliding a finger into her. Candice's only response was to moan into Kelly's
pubis, and spread her legs even farther - giving Jan the room and angle
necessary to begin her own oral exams.
Kelly was not content, though, to remain merely a recipient of Candice's
attentions; she was able to reach Jan's legs, but Jan was _just_ out of
reach for anything more. With that realization, Kelly started easing herself
over onto her side; which encouraged Candice to do the same - and thus, Jan,
as well. In a minute or so, all of them were laying on their sides: Kelly,
with Candice's head between her thighs, Candice with Jan's head similarly
placed, and Jan extending out from Candice - but with the change in
position, Kelly was able to bring her face to Jan's leg, near the calf. When
Jan felt Kelly kissing her leg, she readily shifted herself over, making it
easier for Kelly. After a couple of minutes, Kelly was able to work her way
up Jan's leg; when she got to the middle of Jan's thighs, Jan readily lifted
a leg up, and set her foot on the floor, opening herself to Kelly. Shortly
after that, the circle was fully closed: Jan eating Candice eating Kelly
eating Jan.
Though I couldn't see all the details of what they were doing, what _was_
apparent was that it was having the desired effect: each of them was taking
what was being done to her, and adding to it before passing it along. In a
short period of time, the scent of aroused female was nearly thick enough to
cut, and the sounds emitting from the triangle of bodies on the floor was
incredible: slurping noises, moans, gasps, groans, panting, and just about
any other noise one could think of.
With all of them feeding off each other's arousal that way (pun intended!),
I knew that it wouldn't take long before one of them went over the edge -
and made a silent bet with myself who it would be.
I lost as Kelly suddenly let out a near-scream as her orgasm hit her, even
as Candice stayed busy between her thighs. Jan heard it, and knowing that it
was Kelly, redoubled her efforts to bring Candice to orgasm as well - and
even as Kelly's was finally starting to taper off, succeeded in easing
Candice over the edge. With Candice now 'distracted', Kelly's recovery
quickened, and it wasn't long before she was again tending to Jan, and then
bringing Jan to release, as well.
With all three of them temporarily satiated, they rested, each with her head
on the thigh of the recipient of her attentions - and all three with
shiny-slick mouths and chins from their activities.
Seeing that none of the three was going to be moving for a while, I got up
and went into the kitchen, getting all of us something to drink - small
bottles of club soda for thirst for them, and some hot chocolate for
snuggling and quick energy for all of us.
By the time I got back, they'd recovered enough that they'd managed to
rearrange themselves, with Kelly and Jan bracketing Candice, and all three
of them holding each other. They didn't notice my return until I cleared my
throat, and offered the drinks I'd brought. Candice blushed slightly in
response, but all three readily grabbed a bottle of soda, and started
drinking. When they'd each had a chance to deal with their thirst, I told
them that the carafe had hot chocolate, when they were ready. All quickly
finished their soda; I poured, then handed them, cups of hot chocolate as
they set their bottles on the tray I'd used. With the hot drinks to distract
them slightly, they seemed more willing to leave each other alone - and rest
up for the next go-around that I *knew* had to be coming.
Sure enough, Kelly had barely put down her empty cup before she shared a
kiss with Candice - and then proceeded to work her was down Candice's
anatomy. Jan hurriedly finished her hot chocolate, as well, and took
Candice's nearly empty cup as well, setting both on the tray. When she begin
kissing Kelly's lower abdomen and thighs, Kelly quickly spread her legs
again, making room for Jan. Knowing that it was inevitable - and not seeming
to mind a bit - Candice moved over onto her side, as well. When she kissed
Jan's mons, Jan readily parted her legs, and Candice moved between them - I
had only a few seconds to watch as she stuck her tongue out and licked at
Jan's labia before running across her clitoris.
In only a couple of minutes, they had assumed a mirror of their previous
positions: Kelly doing Candice doing Jan doing Kelly. With them in a
slightly different position, I had a better angle to watch as Candice did
her share to bring all of them to orgasm again. With Jan's labia extended,
Candice happily took them between her lips, pulling on them slightly as she
sucked on their very edges before extending her tongue - and apparently
using it to see if she could reach Jan's tonsils, judging by the way Jan
reacted. From there, it was on to Jan's clitoris, then back to her vagina
and labia. Back and forth she went, doing anything and everything she could
think of to arouse and please Jan - even as Kelly was apparently doing
similar things to HER.
Though they seemed to be taking the time to enjoy what they were doing this
time, it was still clear that they were still feeding off each other, as
well - and enjoying it immensely. The sights and sounds of them as they went
after each other was incredible - more than enough to let me feel the
stirrings of my own arousal, which surprised me; after the scare with
Candice, I'd thought I was pretty much done for the evening.
Still, I didn't want to intrude, and was content to sit back and enjoy the
sight of them pleasing each other: hands touching and caressing breasts
without concern for who they belonged to, nipples erecting and hardening,
chins glistening with each other's juices, and the wriggling and hunching of
pelvises as their owners became more and more excited.
It took a bit longer this time, but the result was just as inevitable -
first one, then the others, had their climaxes. The difference this time was
that it was Candice that lost it first, followed by Kelly, with Jan
apparently content to have her orgasm last. Again, they collapsed on each
other, and again, I brought them out some drinks - Cokes this time - setting
them on the tray so that they were easily accessible when the girls were
ready for them.
As they lay there, I had the simple pleasure of just _looking_ at them, as
young, vibrant, alive, sexy, attractive females - the differences in breast
size and shape, the different body structures, the different faces and
bodies and legs and all the rest of them. As I looked at them, though, I
found that my eyes kept going back to Kelly - as much as I loved and cared
for all of them, and wished all of them the very best in the world, there
was no escaping the fact that it was Kelly whose presence and wit and
intelligence and personality that I most enjoyed.
Gradually, they all came back to Earth, and sat up - then taking a can of
Coke from the tray with an appreciative smile to me.
When they were all again sitting up - side by side - I just sat there
looking at them for a few seconds. Jan and Kelly didn't pay any attention to
me; I did it enough with them that they'd gotten used to it - but I could
see that it was starting to unsettle Candice a bit. She finally looked
directly at me, and asked "What?", nervously.
"Don't worry about it - he does that with us, too, all the time.", Jan told
her.
"What's he *doing*?", Candice asked, slightly exasperated.
"Just looking at us. He does that. If you ask him, he'll just tell you that
he likes looking at prettiness, and that he thinks you're pretty, too.
There's nothing wrong; he's not upset or anything, he's just having fun
looking at us. Looking at a damn smelly mess, *I* think, but there you go.",
Kelly said.
Candice asked me "Is that right? Is that what you're doing?"
I nodded, and told her "Yup, Ever actually _watch_ a sunset? How the clouds
and colors and everything change as the sun goes down?"
She shook her head, and I told her "Try it sometime. I don't mean just look
at it several times as it's happening, but put all of your attention on it,
and *watch* it. It's beautiful - every time."
Candice looked at me, doubtfully. Kelly saw it, and told her "Really. It's
true. When he told ME to do that, I thought he was getting senile. But then
I decided to try it one day. The more I actually *watched* it, the prettier
it got - and the more I actually got _into_ it; it was like me and the
sunset, we were the same thing. Weird. But definitely cool."
Jan spoke up, telling her "I did it, too - and it _is_ weird, but most
definitely cool, too. I felt the same thing that Kelly just said - like I
was *part* of the sunset. Since then, it's like I can look at things, and if
I'm patient, I can actually SEE them, a lot better than I used to. Flowers,
snowflakes, trees, all of it - once you learn how to actually look at
something, and SEE it, you never feel the same way about it again."
Candice looked at me, questioningly, and I told her "It's a Zen thing I
picked up - if you can focus your attention on something, I mean *really*
focus on it, then you start experiencing all the things there are about it.
If it moves or changes, then you really start to open up to experiencing the
outside world. If it's something that doesn't move, like a Zen garden, then
you start to open up on the _inside_, and start learning things about
yourself. Either way, your mind expands, and helps make you a better
person."
Candice got a thoughtful look on her face, and I could tell that she was
resolving to try it - and soon.
After a bit, Candice spoke up, saying "As nice as all of this has been" -
"Damn right!" Jan offered, making all of us laugh - "I still have to get
home before long - my parents expect me for supper, tonight."
"Not a problem. We'll clean up, and Jan and I will take you home in my car.
You'll get there in plenty of time.", Kelly said.
That settled, the three of them finished their drinks before getting up to
head toward the master bathroom, and it's larger shower. Some 45 minutes
later, they reappeared, dressed and Candice with her bag in her hand. I
stood up, and went over to her to give her a hug, saying "Candice, it was a
pleasure having you here - and not for what happened this afternoon."
She looked into my eyes a second before answering "It was a pleasure for me
too - BECAUSE of what happened this afternoon. And yesterday, and last
night, and all the other times I've been around you." She shared Looks with
Kelly and Jan, and turned back to me to say "I *know* that I'm welcome here
- not just for fun, but for any reason I want to be here; and that makes me
feel really good inside. And I know that I'm welcome to come back and make
_love_ with you again, either alone, or with either or both of Jan and
Kelly. You - all of you! - make me feel more relaxed and welcome and at
*home* than I do in my 'real' home; and I can't tell you how good that makes
me feel." With that, she moved into my arms for a kiss, and giving me a
fierce hug - and doing the same to both Kelly, then Jan. She sniffled a bit,
but had a happy smile on her face as the three of them got their coats and
headed for Kelly's car in the garage.
When they were gone, I went around the house, picking things up and just
giving the place a light cleaning - collecting the clothes that Kelly and
Jan had forgotten, putting away the tray and setting the cups in the
dishwasher, and so on.
Perhaps half an hour later, I heard them return, and when they came in, I
could see that their eyes were a little red from having cried at some point
on the way back. When I asked them what had happened, they told me that
they'd cried because they were so happy - the entire ride over to Candice's
house, she'd done nothing but express how happy and contented and welcome
she felt, and how she was looking forward to coming back to visit as often
as she could.
When they'd told me that, Jan spoke up, asking "So how many was it, Uncle
Dan? How many times did you make all of them happy?", teasing me.
"I don't know - I didn't know I was supposed to be keeping score. Probably
around a hundred, I suppose.", I answered, teasing her right back.
Both of them laughed before Kelly said "Well, however many it *really* was,
you made all of them very, very happy - even Susan.". Turning to Jan, she
said "I think we can mark this one up as a success, don't you?"
"You bet. I think we all had more fun than we did at the other sleepover,
and I *know* that we're all better friends than we were before.", Jan added.
Kelly only snorted at that.
About that time, my stomach growled, and Jan looked at me in surprise,
saying "That's right - we haven't eaten yet, have we?"
I couldn't resist the temptation, and said "Well, YOU two did, but *I*
didn't - and I'm ready for supper, too!"
It took a second before both of them got it, and gave me the Goober look;
then Jan said "It's a little late, now. How about something light, like
sandwiches and chips?"
Kelly and I agreed, and she went into the kitchen, reappearing a few minutes
later with ham and cheese sandwiches, potato chips, and sodas for all of us.
We sat there, quietly discussing the sleepover/party/orgy as we ate
Even though it still wasn't particular late, we were all still running on
short sleep rations, and after another couple of hours, elected to go to
bed.
With me being nude already, I got to cheer and whistle and clap from the bed
as I watched the two of them get undressed - and in the spirit of the
moment, both got grins on their faces, and went about taking their clothes
off as though doing a strip tease.
When they were done, the joined me, and I fell asleep with them on either
side of me, facing me, each with an arm across my chest and their breasts
pressed into my sides.
The next morning, we took our time getting out of bed and moving - all of us
were content to just lay there and snuggle for a while before hunger,
thirst, and the call of the bathroom eventually got us all out of bed. Over
the course of the day, we had ample time and opportunity to make love with
each other - Kelly and Jan first, then a bit later, me and Jan, since she
had to get home. When we were alone, Kelly and I shared a leisurely,
pleasant session of love-making that left both of us thoroughly satiated.
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Tuesday afternoon, I was in the office when I got a call; my secretary told
me that it was from a Roy Carson. It took me a few seconds to connect the
last name to Robyn. Sure enough, it was her dad.
"This is Dan. How may I help you Mr. Carson?"
"Yes, Mr. Marshall, this is Robyn's father. I believe she was at your home
over the weekend for a sleepover?"
"Yes, Mr. Carson, I remember her. Is there a problem?"
"Not at all - in fact, quite the opposite is true. Could I ask you what
happened at that little party they had?"
"Well, the girls seemed to spend most of their time talking, to the best of
my knowledge. I spent very little time actually with all of them.".
Technically true - most of my time was with them in a one-on-one situation.
"Uh, did you have an opportunity to talk with all of them?", he asked.
"Yes, for a bit, after we'd had supper the first evening."
"Would you mind telling me what it was that you talked about?"
"They had some questions about my outlook on life, my philosophy, if you
will. I explained it to them, and gave them a few examples. A few other
questions came up that I answered as best I could, making sure they
understood that I was giving them my own opinion, and nothing more."
"Well, whatever you talked to them about, or whatever you did, seems to have
had a major impact on Robyn."
"How so?"
"Since she got back from that little party, she's been like a different
person - you may have noticed that she was a bit, ah, boisterous at times.
But since she got back, she hasn't been quite as, uh, outgoing as she was.
She's still quite active and all that; but her mother and I have both
noticed that she's much more considerate of others. She also seems to have a
kind of calmness about her that we haven't seen before - I suppose you could
call it a tranquility, or inner peace. It's quite a change, I can assure
you.", he replied.
"You think it a change for the better, I take it?"
"Oh, yes!"
"Then, if I could ask what it was that prompted you to call me?"
"I only wanted to say that whatever you've done to bring such a change about
in Robyn, I hope that you will continue doing it."
I could barely suppress the urge to laugh, and simply said "I would be happy
to, if the opportunity presents itself."
"I think it will", he told me. "She has mentioned a couple of times that she
found you quite pleasant, and wanted to visit you again, if you would permit
it."
"I found her to be quite delightful", I told him, without specifying the
*way* that I found her delightful. "Provided she called first to make sure I
didn't have other plans, she would be welcome."
He assured me that she would, and the conversation soon ended - leaving me
sitting there with a Cheshire Cat grin on my face.
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As Christmas approached, I had to give some serious thought to what to get
Kelly and Jan. I also bought gifts for the rest of the party crew, as well -
I figured they would be over shortly after Christmas, and that would give me
the chance to give them their presents without drawing unwanted attention.
For Sandra, I found a nice turquoise and silver bracelet that I knew she
would like; Robyn would be getting a small emerald necklace that I knew
would act as a wonderful counterpoint to her eyes. Candice's gift was a pair
of platinum and opal earrings; Susan was to receive a gold mesh bracelet. I
made sure to take Kelly with me as I bought them, to make sure I got
something that all of them would like - and when she saw them, Jan agreed
that they would be big hits.
Again with Kelly's help, and a promise of absolute secrecy, I got Jan some
*very* nice silk lingerie and under things - and a small diamond charm for
her bracelet that she could show Paul.
I did Kelly's shopping myself, with no help. I came up with a couple of
things that I *knew* would thrill her.
I'd always politely turned down Paul's invitations to spend Christmas with
him and the kids, so that they could have the day to themselves. For a
change, it worked in my favor, since it meant that I'd have Kelly to myself
on Christmas.
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Christmas Day, Kelly found herself waking up to the first of the gifts that
I'd gotten her - she opened her eyes to find herself being stared at by a
small, yellow, tiger-striped, blue-eyed, scrawny tabby kitten. She'd
mentioned a couple of times how she missed the family cat that her parents
had, but had never said anything about getting one. But I still knew how
much she missed it, and decided to get her one of her very own.
It took her a couple of seconds before it really sank in that she was
looking at a kitten - but when it did, she made up for the delay. Pulling it
under her chin, she hugged it and started rubbing it's ears - the resulting
purr could be heard across the room. I could see her start to cry, and had
to point out to her that if she started crying, she was likely to upset the
cat by getting it wet.
After a bit, she set it down, and launched herself into my arms, crying on
my shoulder and hugging me ferociously as she thanked me.
When she'd finally calmed down, and dried her eyes, she picked it up again,
and looked it over before asking me "What do I name her?"
"Well, she's got that dark spot on her pink nose - how about Booger?", I
offered, teasing.
Kelly got an indignant look, and said "We are NOT naming this cat 'Booger'!
How about 'Tiger', for the stripes?"
I just gave her the fisheye, and said "Sure - nobody's ever done *that*
before!"
She thought a moment, and offered "Tigger?"
"To cute."
"What, then?"
"Who says you have to name her now? Give her a little time, and _then_ name
her - might turn out she's a feline Einstein or something, then you've got a
name for her."
She thought that over, and finally agreed, before holding my hand as we went
into the den, where we'd set up a small tree - more out of a desire not to
have to clean up after a big tree, than anything else.
Kelly sat on the couch with the kitten, and I went into the kitchen to load
a carafe with some coffee, and load a plate with some muffins. Back in the
den, I saw that Kelly had gotten up, and was rummaging around the presents
under the tree - with the kitten helping. She found a package that I'd
wrapped for the cat: "To: Spot" - she opened it, and found the collar and
tags I'd gotten - the little fuzzball was ready to go, with all of her shots
taken care of. Kelly hugged me, pulled out another package, and handed it to
me. It was from her, and when I opened it, I found that she'd gotten me a
nice Tag Huer watch, stainless steel, to replace the ratty old Casio I'd had
for so long. I quickly got it adjusted, and put it on - that sucker was
_heavy_, and felt good on my wrist. I kissed her, and pulled out a package
for her.
She opened it to find the gold bracelet I'd bought - made of fairly thick
links, it looked like a small chain around her wrist when she put it on. I
could see from her face that she was delighted with it, and she quickly
kissed me in thanks.
Next, it was the cat's turn again - one of those climbing poles, with
platforms, for her to play on.
Kelly's next gift to me was an electronic organizer - something that I'd
wanted, but simply hadn't gotten around to getting for myself. It was a top
of the line model, and I couldn't help but play with it a few seconds -
Kelly knew me, and waited patiently - before giving her a hug and kiss, and
giving her my thanks.
The next package she opened held a dress - black, that flowed off one
shoulder to a bodice that would make it painfully clear that she was female,
before flowing down to accentuate her slender hips and fanning out into a
skirt that would fall to her ankles. I'd meticulously snuck measurements of
her over the past couple of months, and knew that it would fit her like a
second skin - and that there wasn't a way in the world for her to wear
either a bra or panties with it. Even before the alterations, it had cost me
nearly a thousand dollars - and knowing how she would look in it, it was
worth every penny to me. She stood up and held it against herself, before
heading back into the bedroom where she could examine herself in a mirror.
When she came back, it was without the dress, and she told me "That is *so*
beautiful - I think I can see what you think I would look like in it, and I
LIKE it. But where am I going to wear something like that?"
I smiled, and said "You're going to your Senior Prom, aren't you? At least,
I hope you are - I've already made plans for us that night. You *do* want me
to take you, right?"
She promptly teared up, and hugged me before digging out another package for
the cat - several small toys for her to play with; Kelly opened one of them,
and sure enough, the kitten went to town with it.
She hugged me again, and handed me what was her last gift to me - an album
of photos she'd had taken at one of those glamour photo places. As I leafed
through it - in absolute awe at how they'd been able to bring out the best
of her - I found out that she'd apparently been to more than one place:
toward the back the photos were of her in lingerie, and in a variety of
come-hither poses. I looked up at her, and could see the concern on her face
about what I might think about all of it. I looked at her, then at the
photos, and back to her again, finally saying "I've always known you were a
beautiful person, inside and out. But *these* - these only prove it, beyond
any question or doubt! Looking at some of these - not just the ones in the
back, but in the front, too - it nearly takes my breath away."
At that, I could see her relax, and quickly took her into my arms, and
thanking her, before kissing her and letting her go.
The last gift I pulled out for her was, ostensibly, from Santa Claus. She
saw that, and gave me a Goober look, while I did my best 'Who? *Me*?"
impression. When I handed it to her, the weight surprised her, and she gave
me a questioning look. I just shrugged my shoulders, and said "Beats me.
Open it, and find out what Santa thinks of you."
She gave me another dirty look, and tore into it - a girl after my own
heart: 'screw the wrapping, what IS it?' - and found that it was a necklace.
It started as a gold mail band around the throat; but as it dropped to the
shoulders and chest, it tapered to a kind of very fine fringe - the effect
was that it would look as though it were growing up, out of her, when she
wore it.
She seemed to realize what it would look like on her, and took my hand to
lead me back to the bedroom - where I found that she'd hung up the dress, to
make sure the cat didn't get to it. I put the necklace on her, and stood
back as she held the dress up against herself in front of the full-length
mirror. Only then did she get the full effect of the bracelet, dress, and
necklace - and reacted by gasping. After a moment, she turned to look at me,
and I just smiled, telling her "I think this will all work, when you wear it
to the Prom, don't you?". She could only nod in reply before turning back to
examine herself again.
After a bit, she was able to pull herself away from the mirror; as I watched
her, it seemed that she was moving in slow motion - at least, until she got
the dress hung up again, next to my tuxedo (I did enough formal social
events that I'd finally broken down and bought one). Only then did she
return to normal speed, as she launched herself at me, knocking me back onto
the bed, where she straddled my waist as she showered my face with kisses
before telling me "That is going to knock every one there off their feet -
I'm going to look like a million dollars!"
"Nope. Not good enough.", I replied.
She frowned at me, and I explained "You've got more class and style than
anyone else I can think of. To show it all off, you need to look like TEN
million dollars - at _least_!"
She grinned down at me, and said "Yeah, maybe - but when I walk in with YOU,
they'll know where the rest is!"
I smiled back at her, and she lay down on me. We cuddled like that for
several minutes - until the cat showed up, and started rubbing up against us
and purring to beat the band. We both laughed as her soft fur tickled us,
and got up to go back into the den - kitten neatly tucked into the crook of
Kelly's arm - where we had our coffee and muffins as we watched the
Christmas Day parades.
With neither of us being particularly religious or traditional, lunch was
leftovers that I reheated. The kitten *insisted* that what we were eating
was good for cats, too, but Kelly firmly kept her on the floor as we ate.
The cat finally retaliated by ambushing Kelly's feet and toes, making her
giggle at the tickling sensation. When Kelly got up and took the dishes into
the kitchen, she found the food and water dishes that I'd gotten - and saw
that I'd laid in a proper supply of quality food, as well. When she got back
into the den, she kissed me and thanked me again before laying down on the
couch, her head on my lap. I put my hand on her stomach - she promptly moved
it to her breast - and we stayed there like that for a couple of hours, just
listening to music and enjoying having each other there. Eventually, the cat
got tired, and climbed up onto the couch, too - then deciding that Kelly's
belly would make a _dandy_ napping spot, thank you very much. In just a
couple of minutes, we could both hear the little beast purring, loud and
hard. Kelly reached up and put a hand on my face, and when I looked down at
her, mouthed "Thank you!", her face as happy as I'd seen it in a long time.
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The next day, Paul and crew came over at our invitation. We exchanged
presents, and while Paul and I were talking, Kelly and Jan went back to the
bedroom - not only so Kelly could show off her dress and jewelry, but to
pass along the things I'd gotten for Jan. When they came back, Jan leaned
over to give me a kiss on the cheek, and whisper in my ear "Thanks, Uncle
Dan - I'll model them for you soon!"
Jan and the kids loved the kitten, and played with it for hours before it
finally tired out, and climbed into Kelly's lap for a nap. Even Paul seemed
to find it amusing - and he was most definitely a dog man. Lunch was roast
beef sandwiches and fries; I didn't figure any of them were in any frame of
mind to enjoy anything too similar to Christmas dinner. Afterwards, Paul and
I watched a couple of games on TV while Jan and Kelly talked in the bedroom
and the boys had fun playing with the cat. As evening approached, Paul
rounded all of them up, and with goodbyes all around, headed home.
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Over the next several weeks, each of the girls that had been at the
sleepover stopped by at various times and for various purposes - sometimes
to simply stay with us for a while, other times because they wanted to make
love; either with me, or Kelly, or Jan, or even each other. For whatever
reason they chose to come over, they were always welcomed, unreservedly. And
they always left more content and happy than when they'd arrived.
In March, she came home to tell me that she'd been selected as Valedictorian
for her class, and been told she could give a ten minute speech. I
congratulated her, and hugged her. Over the next few weeks, she wrote, then
honed, the speech she wanted to make. Since she didn't solicit any
suggestions or advice from me, I simply left her to it.
It was in April that I got a call from Kelly, in school, while I was in the
office. I could tell she'd been crying, and when she told me that she needed
me to come to the administrators office at the school - "right NOW!" - I
went. Right NOW.
When I got there, I was quickly directed to the offices, and then quickly
past his secretary, and on in to see the Administrator.
When I went in, I could easily see that Kelly had been crying - but not out
of sadness but pure anger and frustration. After I saw how upset she was -
and must have been - I looked at the man behind the desk; he visibly drew
back from the expression on my face.
"My name is Dan Marshall. Why am I here?"
He spoke, saying "I'm Mr. Jenkins, Mr. Marshall. I am the administrator of
the school, and it was Kelly that called you, not I. We were having a bit of
a problem with her, and asked her to call someone that was responsible for
her."
I looked at Kelly, and saw the outrage she was feeling, before I spoke to
him again, telling him "What would be the problem that you would have to
make such a request?"
"She had been selected as Valedictorian for her graduating class, and we had
asked her to submit a copy of her proposed speech. We found the speech to be
unacceptable, and asked her in here to explain what her purpose was for
wishing to make it. We found those reasons to be unacceptable, and requested
that she come up with a different one. She flatly refused, and I'm afraid
that things deteriorated to the point where either she agrees to give a
different speech, or I must select a different Valedictorian. Uh, might I
ask what your relationship is to her? I know that you aren't one of her
parents, since I've met them before."
This pompous little despot had managed to aggravate me with his attitude, so
I told him "It is my privilege to be Kelly's lover."
That threw him, a LOT, and before he could start up again, I continued
"Kelly does not NEED to contact anyone - by law, she is an adult, and
responsible for herself."
"Yes, she said something about manumission, but that could only apply to
slaves, and slavery does not exist any longer.", he proclaimed.
"I would suggest that you contact your legal counsel - this state does, in
fact, have a manumission statute that allows an otherwise minor child to be
granted the status of full adulthood. So your demand that she contact
someone 'responsible for her' was most likely a violation of her civil
rights as an ADULT. I may be wrong on that; it would be a matter for the
courts to decide, should she decide to seek legal redress of the matter."
At the mention of it going to court, he paled slightly, and said "Now, I
really don't see how the courts would have anything to do with this."
"Then I would suggest that you contact your lawyers. In fact, I demand it -
right here, and right now - so that we can at least get THAT part of this
nonsense out of the way. So long as you insist on treating her as you are,
you're only making the situation worse."
With that, I stood up and told Kelly "I would suggest that we wait outside
while this twit finds out what kind of hole he's dug himself into." She
grinned at me, and stood up; he tried to bluster that we couldn't leave - I
just turned and looked at him, saying "Unless you're prepared to use force,
which I doubt even YOU are stupid enough to try, you cannot stop us. Make
your call - we'll be outside when you're done."
We went out, and took seats in the anteroom to his office. His secretary
looked at us as though we'd declared ourselves to be Wiccans.
A few minutes later, a very pale, very shaken administrator invited us back
into his office. We took seats in front of his desk, and he opened the
conversation.
"It seems that there's been a mistake made. "
"Yes, and you made it.", I replied.
"Er, ah, yes, well, the schools lawyers have informed me that what you said
is correct - and I've found that there is a copy of the appropriate
paperwork in Kelly's file."
"So you were too stupid to even check what she was telling you. Hardly a
surprise." It was *fun* putting the spurs to this toad.
"Yes, well, with Kelly being responsible for herself, I don't believe that
there is any reason for you to inconvenience yourself here any longer, Mr.
Marshall."
"Oh, it's not an inconvenience. Besides, I've been around longer, as you can
see, and I already have a reason to stay, whether it was convenient, or
not."
"And what would that be?"
"To ensure that you don't bully her into doing something she doesn't want to
do, for starters. And to ensure that she has adequate counsel available to
her, for another - if you think I'd leave her alone in this room with you,
you're grossly mistaken."
"Surely, you aren't suggesting that I would have any kind of improper
contact with a student of this school!", he said, puffing himself up.
"Not at all - Frankly, I doubt you've got the balls to even think it, much
less try it. No, I simply wouldn't trust you not to use your position and
ostensible authority to either bully her into something, or deny her a right
or privilege - or perhaps even both."
Realizing that I didn't intimidate worth a damn, he gave up that tack, and
demanded "Then why do you remain?"
"As counsel to Kelly, or if she wishes, to act and speak on her behalf -
independent of any legal or civil actions she may elect to pursue regarding
your previous efforts to deny her her civil and legal rights."
"Now, now, there's no need for any legal action; that was just a
misunderstanding."
"No, it was your stupidity and arrogance.", I told him. I don't tolerate
bullshit well. "Now, what is the basis for your demand that she change her
speech?"
"I did not find it to be appropriate for our school." He turned to Kelly,
and asked "Are you sure you don't want to talk to me?"
Kelly just told him "Not a chance, pipsqueak. Talk to him about the speech,
while I decide if I want to sue your ass, or not!".
He got a *very* pained expression on his face, and turned back to me.
"So you chose to tell her that her speech was inappropriate because YOU
decided you didn't like it?"
"Yes", he said, primly.
"And what is the basis for that decision - that is, what are the guidelines
for appropriateness? Where are they written down? When and how are they made
available to the student? How long have these guidelines been in effect?"
He sat there, looking at me blankly, for several seconds before admitting
"We, er, don't have _written_ guidelines."
"I see - you have no written guidelines. Let me guess - you never gave Kelly
any guidance or instruction on what you thought was 'appropriate'."
"Well, er, no, I didn't."
"So she had no prior idea of what was acceptable to you. With no direction
from you, how is it, then, that the students are to know what subjects are
allowed, and which aren't?"
"This situation has never come up before."
"Indeed? That would hardly be something to brag about, sir, if your
intentions in running this school were honorable. Clearly, they aren't -
otherwise, you would have been teaching these kids to think for themselves,
independently; and situations such as this would have come up sooner. None
the less, I don't see how or where you feel that you have the power or
authority to deny her the right to give the speech she prepared."
He puffed himself up again, and tried to threaten us, saying "It is well
within my power to remove her as Valedictorian!"
"And if you do, I will make it my personal crusade to not only run you out
of this school, but out of the entire field of education - AFTER I sue you,
this school, and the diocese. By the time I'm done with you, you won't be
able to get a school job as a custodian!"
He paled, and said "You wouldn't dare - you'd lose in court!"
He went absolutely white when I gave him my best Godzilla-eyeing-Bambi
smile, and said "Fine. Call the Bishop, and lets get him in on this as a
conference call. Do it now, or I walk out of here and go straight to my
lawyer's office."
His hands trembled as he picked up the phone, and he had to dial the number
twice before getting it right. He told them who he was, and that he needed
to talk to the Bishop - *now*. A few seconds later, he was telling the
Bishop that he had a problem, that someone was threatening to sue, and
wanted him to listen in. He listened for a moment, and put the phone on
speakerphone.
"This is Bishop Ferguson. Who am I speaking to, please?"
"Yes, Bishop, my name is Dan Marshall. There seems to be a problem with the
pompous twit you have running this school, and I've decided that it's not
worthwhile to put up with his foolish arrogance any longer."
"What is the problem?"
"It seems that Mr. Jenkins has taken it upon himself to screen Valedictorian
speeches before allowing the students to give them."
"That is his job, sir."
"And I recognize that duty - but for him to do so entirely without
oversight, using only his own opinions as a standard, could hardly be
considered proper, I would think. Nor do I consider it appropriate for him
to do so without providing any guidelines - either verbal or in writing - to
the students involved."
"Is this correct, Mr. Jenkins?"
"Er, yes, sir, but..."
"That's enough. We'll discuss this later. What else is happening, Mr.
Marshall, that would cause you to threaten legal action?"
"Mr. Jenkins also took it upon himself to try and deal with this matter with
a manumitted student of your school - essentially, denying her her legal
right, as an adult before the law, to act on her own behalf. I came here
only after he insisted that she call - and I quote - a 'responsible adult'
to represent her. I believe that such actions would constitute a violation
of her civil rights - something that may well leave this school open to
civil and criminal action."
"Indeed, it may. But why would YOU threaten to sue?"
"I have told Mr. Jenkins that since he provided no instruction or direction,
I do not see how he has any authority to deny the young lady involved the
right to make her speech, as written. His response was to threaten to remove
her as Valedictorian. It was at that point that I said that I would sue him,
the school, and the diocese, if he did."
"You understand, of course, Mr. Marshall, that suing us would be a lengthy,
costly process."
"Indeed - one that I would cheerfully devote time and money to, even as I
took every opportunity to paint a picture of the Pope, and entire Catholic
church, running roughshod over the rights of a single, attractive female
student of this premier private school; who was declared Valedictorian, and
then had that honor forcibly removed after she wrote a heartfelt speech to
her fellow graduates."
"But neither the Pope, nor the Church, have any interest in the speech of a
single student in a single school."
"No doubt - but in this predominantly Baptist part of the country, such an
image would be easy enough to generate."
"Are you threatening us?"
"Not at all - only pointing out the adverse effects for YOU, if this should
go to court."
We all heard him sigh before he asked "Why is that you are so adamant about
this matter?"
"Because of the attitude taken by this petty, tyrannical, pompous, ignorant,
*stupid*, overbearing _jackass_ you have holding down a chair in this
office. If he had any two of ethics, a sense of fairness, or two brain cells
to rub together, I believe we could have settled this amicably. Instead,
he's tried to bully and berate the student, threatened her AND me, and
generally been a pain in the ass. People like that aggravate me to no end,
and I'm not going to give this twit *anything*."
"I see."
"Please understand, sir - my position is that the young lady should be free
to give the speech she originally wrote. Whether you choose to disclaim it,
ignore it, or otherwise disavow it is up to you. We can do it easy, with
Little Hitler here prefacing it by saying that it's her speech, and not
condoned by the Church or some other folderol, or it goes to court. If it
does, I might lose, or I might win - but either way, the Church comes out
looking none the better for the fight. It is your choice, sir.", I said, and
then shut up. I'd pointed out an 'out' for him, and hoped that he'd see it
as a way for all of us to avoid even bigger trouble.
After a couple of minutes, we heard him say "Very well, then, Mr. Marshall.
There is much to be said for the validity of your points and opinions. Mr.
Jenkins?"
"Yes, sir!"
"I wish you to take note of the following."
Jenkins hastily grabbed a pencil and note pad.
"First: the young lady is to give her speech, as written, as Valedictorian.
She has earned the honor, and we will not remove it from her. You are also
to forward a copy of it to my office, for review.
"Second: When you introduce her, you are only to say that her speech is her
own, written by her. No editorializing or other disclaimer. If she has
learned enough at our school to make this kind of stand, then it is our duty
to let her speak freely.
"Third: You are to develop a set of guidelines for future speeches, properly
worded, so that future students may have independent guidance. These
guidelines are to be objective, and sufficiently detailed as to prevent
future confrontations such as this. Further, no ONE person shall have final
approval of the content. I would suggest a member of the clergy, a member of
the administration, and one of the independent teachers, for a proper
balance and perspective.
"Fourth: you are to apologize to the young lady - not only for your
ignorance in knowing her status as an adult, but for any inappropriate
tactics you may have employed in attempting to deal with this farce.
"Fifth: you are to apologize to Mr. Marshall, for reasons that should be
obvious by now, even to you.
"Sixth: at your earliest convenience, I wish to visit with you in my
office." With that one, Kelly looked at me - she *knew* that 'earliest
convenience' meant "instantly if not sooner", and that it wasn't going to be
old home week for Mr. Jenkins. He knew it, too - the sweat was popping out
on his forehead.
He finished up by saying "Mr. Marshall, I apologize to you for any
inconvenience or unpleasantness resulting from this confrontation. I promise
you, no one else will have to go through it. I would also apologize to the
young lady involved - I trust she's there and can hear me as I say that I am
both sorry for putting her through this, and admiring of her for having such
a friend as Mr. Marshall. I would also congratulate her on her achievement -
I have no doubt that she has well and truly earned it."
Kelly spoke first, saying "Thank you, sir, for both your apology and
recognition."
I followed her by telling him "I wish to thank you, as well, sir. It is a
pleasure to speak with someone of your intelligence and caliber."
I could almost *hear* him smile as he said "Indeed. I think I would like to
meet you, Mr. Marshall, under more - shall we say amicable? -
circumstances."
"I think I would like that, too, sir.", I answered.
"Then if there is nothing else?"
We all assured him we were done, and the connection ended.
Mr. Jenkins waited, nervously, until the phone went dead; then made his
apology to Kelly. She accepted it, quietly, while looking at him as if he
was something that had just crawled up out of a primordial ooze.
His apology to me was nearly as abject and profuse as what he'd offered
Kelly - I treated him as though he were something I'd have to clean off my
shoe.
When he was done, I stood up, and asked Kelly "Do you want to leave now, or
finish up the rest of your classes?"
She glanced over at Jenkins; he looked as though wishing the ground would
open up and swallow him. Clearly, whatever her decision, his opinion
wouldn't be a factor.
"I think I'll finish up. See you at home?"
"Gladly."
With that, we kissed - Jenkins only glanced at us - and left the office. At
the secretary's desk, Kelly said "I'll be needing a pass to get to class,
please."
The secretary seemed hesitant to comply - until she looked up at me, and saw
that I wasn't going to tolerate any nonsense or delays. A few seconds later,
Kelly had the requisite pass, and we went out into the hallway - where she
hugged me fiercely, and said "Thanks, Dan. I'm sorry to have to ask for your
help like that, but he just wouldn't *listen* to me."
"It's okay. I've met him, now, and understand _completely_. But I don't
think you'll have any more problems with him."
She smiled, and said "I don't think *anyone* is going to have any more
problems, once the Bishop gets through with him!"
I grinned at her, and when she turned to head toward her class, I gave her a
pat on the butt. A nun saw me, and looked horrified at what I'd done. I
couldn't resist it, and grinned at her before heading back out to my car,
shocking her even further.
Only two things came out of the situation. First, a few days later, Kelly
got a letter from the Bishop - not just his office, but the Bishop himself,
handwritten - telling her that he'd read her speech, and found it
"provocatively honest" and "thoughtful"; he also said that he looked forward
to actually hearing her as she gave it. The other was that some of the
teachers that had seemed to delight in singling her out in class had eased
off, considerably - apparently lest they come to the attention of the
notorious (infamous?) Mr. Marshall.
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In the final weeks leading up to the prom, I found out that none of the
other girls at the sleepover had accepted dates from any of the boys at
school. I discretely asked Kelly about it, and she said that all of them had
told her that after me, none of the boys at school had any interest to them
- at least, not enough to go to the prom with one. She also told me that
she'd done everything she could to convince them to accept and go anyway,
but none would. I let that rattle around in my head for a couple days, and
finally talked to Kelly again, asking if she would mind if they went with
us. She smiled at me, and said that she'd already thought of that, but
didn't want to say anything to me for fear of making ME think SHE wanted
them to go with us. We both laughed at that, and I asked her to get them all
over after school one evening - that I wanted to have a 'chat' them.
A couple of days later, I got home to find all of them in the living room,
chatting away. When I went in, Kelly saw me, and discretely moved herself
out of their sight - she knew I was going to lay into them a bit, first. I
looked down at them: Jan, Susan, Candice, Robyn, and Sandra all looked up at
me, expectantly.
"First off, it's nice to see all of you together again. But there's
something I think I need to say, and get things straight between all of us."
They smiled at the welcome, but quickly realized something was going on, and
got serious.
"I want you all to know that you're being foolish. Your Senior Prom is a
special event in your life, and not something to miss. I remember mine, like
it was yesterday; and I'd hoped that all of you would have enough sense to
realize what you were setting yourselves up for by not accepting dates."
They looked mildly surprised at my words, and I went on "You're all also
being a pain in the butt - not just for me, but for Kelly. Every last one of
you knew that I was already going to take Kelly to the prom, and all of you
have had ample opportunity to see the dress and jewelry I got for her to
wear. How much did you think she was going to enjoy going, while she knew
that all of you had turned down dates?"
They all looked at each other, and realized that what I'd said was true -
and knew that Kelly wouldn't have fun at the prom without her friends there,
too.
"From what I understand, all of you turned down dates because you didn't
think the boys were as good as me. That implies that you think I'm a pretty
good person. But if I'm a pretty good person, WHY would you refuse dates,
and not go to the prom, when it would make Kelly unhappy - and through
Kelly, *me*? If I'm good enough that you would turn down other dates, then
why would you choose to act in a way that would hurt me like that?"
Clearly, they hadn't thought of that, and a few started to get a little wet
around the eyes - despite the presence of the kitten (we'd finally just
named it 'Cat') rubbing up against them as it trolled for attention.
"*Every* *last* *one* of you has forgotten, or ignored, the ONE thing that
I'd hoped you would learn: that *everything* you do has an impact on other
people - and the closer those people are to you, the greater the impact. YOU
decided none of the boys at school were good enough - but how good were YOU
when WE first met? How many frogs are out there, versus how many princes?
All of you know that not everyone is like you, or us - and got so full of
yourselves that you're now without dates for what _should_ be the most
memorable night of your lives. Every one of you told me that you would repay
what you learned from me by showing it to others - but how the hell are you
going to do that if you never spend any time with them, or find out which
others are willing to learn from you?"
By then, all of them had tears running down their faces with the realization
that they'd well and truly stepped in it.
I let them stew for several seconds before saying "It's a good thing for you
that WE - Kelly and I - love you as much as we do; WE have decided that
we're willing to give up OUR time together so that YOU can still go to the
prom."
It took a few seconds before they all realized that I'd just said that they
could still go to the prom - with me and Kelly. Their combined relief and
joy was clear on their faces as they jumped up (scaring the cat) and headed
for either me, or Kelly. Kelly wound up with Candice and Susan; I got Jan,
Sandra and Robyn. Both of us were tear-saturated in short order, before they
all decided to exchange sides.
They finally settled down again, and found seats on the floor. After a bit,
the cat eased around the end of the couch, as though worried about another
stampede. Finally satisfied that they were going to hold still again, moved
in among them, and got all the attention and affection it could possibly
have wanted.
As they all dried their faces, Kelly came around to stand next to me for a
moment before we settled ourselves down on the couch. They all shared looks,
and it was Jan that looked up at us and said "Kelly, Uncle Dan, we're really
sorry about this. What you said was right - we *did* think we were better
than the boys at school, and we *did* forget that what we did would affect
you and Kelly. And we're all *really* sorry that we messed up YOUR time
together."
Robyn took over, saying "Yeah, we were _really_ dumb, and were selfish - but
about the wrong things, and for the wrong reasons. I don't know how we can
ever thank you for loving us enough to take us with you."
Kelly answered her by saying "That's easy. Learn from the mistake, so
nothing like it happens again."
Chastised, all of them looked at their laps, and nodded their heads. But it
didn't take them long to cheer up at the idea of still going to their prom,
either.
Eventually, they started talking among themselves, and I pulled Kelly over
to whisper in her ear "Okay, I was the bad cop. Now you be the good cop, and
find out what they need to still go - dresses, jewelry, that sort of thing.
If any of them need help getting something to wear, I'll cover the
difference between what they can afford and what you decide would be
appropriate. I know I can get some loaner jewelry from Paul, if they need
it. I'll make arrangements for the transportation and corsages." Kelly
smiled at me, and gave me a quick kiss before I stood up and headed for my
office to give them that extra bit of freedom to talk.
After a while, Kelly came back to tell me that they'd gotten everything
worked out, and that the others were getting ready to leave. I went out, and
each of them came over to me to give me a kiss on the cheek and quiet 'Thank
you!' before heading out the door.
When they were gone, Kelly came up and hugged me before saying "That was
really sweet of you to offer to help them get ready, and get them some nice
jewelry. Uh, we're all going to the mall tomorrow to pick out dresses for
them. They're all perfectly happy to let you pick out jewelry for them to
wear."
I dug my wallet out, and handed her my Amex Platinum card, saying "Here. If
any of them need financial help, use this. If they insist on giving you the
money, tell them to go ahead and put it in the poor box at church, or give
it to a charity or something. After they've got their dresses, you and I are
going to Paul's and pick them out something to dress up with."
She smiled, and took the card, before giving me a kiss. We sat down on the
couch, and were immediately joined by the cat.
---------- ---------- ----------
After they went to the mall, Kelly absolutely refused to let me see any of
the dresses they'd selected, saying "They all wanted it to be a surprise for
you. I promise you, it will be - and a nice one, I think!", with a
mischievous gleam in her eye.
When we went to Paul's place, he was more than happy to let me 'borrow' some
jewelry - not only did he know I was good for it, but Jan had told him *why*
I wanted to borrow it. I made Kelly promise that if the girls got to keep
their dresses secret from me, then WE got to keep the jewelry secret from
THEM. She grinned, and said it sounded fair to her. Kelly knew what the
dresses looked like, and was able to help make appropriate selections.
For Robyn, we found a gold necklace set with a bunch of small emeralds, and
matching earrings. Kelly and Paul both agreed that it would look stunning on
her.
Candice's choice proved to be surprisingly easy - a platinum mesh necklace
and matching bracelet.
Susan was easy, as well: a necklace made of miniature white gold ingots; a
pair of white gold earrings set with rubies that would match her lips and
accentuate the blue of her eyes.
Sandra was the most difficult - but we finally settled on a gold necklace
that tapered to a 'vee', where a yellow star sapphire was set, with gold
earrings set with yellow sapphires.
I had to get a promise from Paul that he wouldn't tell Jan about the gold
necklace set with a variety of small diamonds we'd picked out, or the
wrought gold armband that accentuated it so nicely.
With our selections made, I told Paul that I'd pick them up the afternoon of
the Prom, and keep them with me until I put them on the girls, and return
them the next morning. He assured me that it wasn't a problem, knowing that
the stuff would be safe with me.
That out of the way, I called around, and found a place that actually had a
limo large enough to hold the entire group of us - the manager of the limo
service casually informed me that even during Prom season, nobody needed or
wanted a monster that size. I booked it, and went on to find corsages for
all of them. I finally found a florist that was willing to take orders for
their top-end corsages - no one else had been interested, because of the
price. They assured me that the Hawaiian orchids they were made of would be
flown in the day of the prom, after being picked that morning.
I checked with Kelly, and made arrangements with her for each of them to get
a small bottle of fine perfume. The ploy was that she was to take them,
individually, into a particular store belonging to one of the finer chains.
There, they would be 'awarded' a free gift for being the umpteenth visitor
to the perfume counter that day - a week long promotion, you know. The prize
was to be a bottle (smallest size, to make it plausible) of her choice of
their finest perfumes. The lady at the perfume counter thought it was
delightfully sweet of me, and romantic, and promised full cooperation. Just
for safety's sake, we ran it by her boss, too, and readily got his approval
- he liked the idea of multiple sales, and was willing to play along to help
make them.
Sure enough, Kelly was able to ease them into position, so that each one was
'first' to arrive at the perfume counter, where the saleslady played her
part to perfection. Each of them was delighted at their good fortune, and
each made her own selection - unique from anything the others selected,
thankfully.
The last part was something that Kelly did, independently and on her own -
she and all the rest of them went to one of the best beauty salons in town
for the full treatment, the day of the prom. Coiffed, made up, manicured,
pedicured, and generally pampered to within an inch of their lives, their
only regret was the necessity of leaving.
When she got home, I almost didn't recognize her, so thoroughly had they
gone over her - I could only imagine what waited for me with the others.
As it got time for them to meet us at my place, Kelly started to get nervous
- and promptly calmed down when Candice, then Susan showed up; and soon
after, Sandra, then Robyn, and finally, Jan.
Candice was dressed in a raw silk sheath that I was *sure* the silkworms had
spun directly on her. It almost made my guts ache to look at her, she was so
delightful.
Sandra had opted for a strapless black evening number, snug on her torso,
but loose and flowing below her hips. If it hadn't been for the texture of
the material, I'd have though it was spray-painted on her.
Susan was in a black spaghetti-strap gown that molded to her curves, and
made it amply clear that she was female - but doing it with style and class.
Robyn was in a pale, pale green outfit that covered her shoulders, but left
her back exposed all the way down past her waist. Low-cut, it let her show
off an interesting amount of cleavage.
Last, and certainly not least, was Jan, dressed in a sheer white number that
nicely accented her complexion and shape. Sleeveless and strapless, I
couldn't help but wonder at the design and attention that went into making
sure it stayed in place.
They all smelled absolutely wonderful, too - soft, natural perfumes that
only served to entrance and attract; none of that chemical nonsense that
usually assaults the senses, rather than caress them.
I guided them into the den, where the nondescript briefcase Paul had given
me to hold the jewelry was. Making each of them keep their eyes shut, I put
the necklaces on them, to the 'oooh's and 'ahhh's of the others - and when
they opened their eyes and saw what they had on, every last one of them got
saucer-eyed and all but stopped breathing. They were able - just barely - to
get the earrings and bracelets on themselves; and looked at me as though I'd
just landed in a UFO.
Once all of them were fully decked out, Kelly went back to the bedroom to
dress herself - and when she came out, every last one of them gasped as they
got the full effect of what she was wearing. She'd let them all see all of
it, but individually, not with the dress and jewelry together. I was already
dressed in my tux, and was ready to leave at any time.
About that time, the florist showed up with the corsages - a couple minutes
later than promised, but still in time. Again, they could only stare at the
delicacy of the flowers, and savor their gentle fragrance.
A couple minutes later, we heard a discrete knock at the door, and I
observed that it must be our ride. Candice looked at me, and asked "What
ride? Limos have been booked for MONTHS." I smiled, and said that I'd
chartered a bus - and every one of them - including Kelly - gave me the
Goober look. I only smiled as I guided us to the front door, and opened it.
When they saw the limo, and driver in full livery, they could only stare for
several seconds before pulling themselves together. Taking Kelly and Jan on
my arms, we headed out to the car - the driver beating us by only a couple
of seconds, to open the door and help us all in, addressing each and every
one of them as "Ma'am", and calling me 'sir' with a note of awe in his
voice.
The ride to the prom was smooth as glass, giving the girls plenty of time to
find the champagne the limo company had included - not the best available,
but certainly respectable. We each had a glass before pulling up in front of
the hall where the prom was being held. Again, the driver beat anyone else
to the door, and helped the ladies out first, then me. I paused a moment to
tell him that we'd be inside for at least two hours, and probably more - and
that he could take a break and make himself comfortable, if he wanted. He
nodded his understanding and appreciation, and I headed to the open door,
where they were waiting for me.
When we entered, one of the school staff politely asked for our prom
receipts. I handed them over, and we started to go in - until another staff
member objected, saying that she didn't know if it was okay for an older man
to take six girls into the prom. At that, a couple of security guards came
over, ready to block us, if necessary. I told her who I was, and suggested
that she check with the administrator. She told one of the security people
to find him; the fellow nodded and took off. I waited patiently, knowing
that this idiot was about to find out what was what. As we waited, the
remaining guard kept looking at all the jewelry on display, and finally
asked me "Is that stuff all real?"
"Yup - about twenty thousand dollars worth of real, bub. Anybody makes a
grab at it, you'd better stay the hell out of my way."
His eyes got big, and he just looked at me for a bit before looking around
for his partner - who chose that moment to make his reappearance, telling
the woman who'd stopped us "Mr. Jenkins says quote, 'quit screwing around,
and let them in if you know what's good for you', unquote.", and then leaned
over to whisper in her ear. When he stood up again, she was white as a
ghost, and quickly said "I'm sorry, Mr. Marshall, my mistake, sir! Please,
go on in!"
The girls all smiled at the reaction to my name, and we went on through the
second door, then paused a moment behind a curtain they'd put up for
privacy, to get used to the low lights. Behind me, I could hear the second
guard tell the first "You know, all that jewelry and shit on those girls is
*real* - twenty grand worth, he said!"
The first answered by telling him "Yeah, well, when I found Jenkins, one of
the off-duty cops was nearby, and heard me talk about this guy. After
Jenkins told me to tell her who this guy was, the cop pulled me over and
told me what this guy did to three punks that showed up - put all three of
'em in the hospital, one of them stayed there a while."
"He told me if anyone made a play for the gold, to stay the hell out of his
way."
"I would, if it was me - he impressed the hell out of that cop; he said the
punks were dusted or some shit, and this guy took all three of 'em out in
less than a minute; didn't even break a sweat!"
Our eyes adjusted, we moved on past the end of the curtain - and as we
cleared it, we could hear all the conversations that had been going on
simply fade out as everyone stopped talking, to look at us. Kelly leaned
over to whisper in my ear "I think this is what they call an entrance?". I
smiled, and nodded, getting a wicked smile in return.
After several seconds, the noise level slowly increased as people started
talking again - with the choice of subject fairly obvious. As we made our
way toward the seating area, a couple of the waiters came alive, and pushed
a couple of empty tables together for us. When we got there, I nodded to
them in appreciation, and discretely slipped one of them a $50 bill and
whispering "For you and your buddy. Keep up the good work, okay?". He gave
the bill a quick double-take, and nodded his agreement - and as the two of
them left us, I could see them both looking over their shoulders at me. The
rest of the evening, we had no trouble getting their attention. Later, when
we left, I slipped the other one another $50, and a whispered "Thanks."; he
nodded enthusiastically, and smiled.
We'd been sitting there only a few minutes - Kelly on my right, Jan on my
left, the others expanding out from there - when Kim showed up, standing on
the other side of the tables from me. She looked first at Jan and Kelly,
then me, before saying "I owe you an apology. I made trouble for you, and my
friends, when I shouldn't have. I did something dumb, and I'm sorry for it."
Kelly and Jan shared a look, then looked at me, before Kelly spoke up,
telling her "Yes, you did make trouble for us - but in the end, it made me
even happier than I was before. I don't think I could ever trust you again,
or be your friend, but I can at least forgive you."
Jan spoke up then, saying "I wouldn't want you as a friend, any more, and
I'll never trust you again; but I can forgive you, too."
I could see that Kim was hurt by what they'd said, so when she looked at me,
I simply told her "I can forgive people for their mistakes. But that doesn't
mean that I'll give them a chance to hurt me, or the ones I love, when I do.
Your apology is accepted, and I forgive you for your mistake. But don't
bother them, or me, again."
Her eyes got big, and she quickly left us alone again.
Perhaps half an hour later, Mary Alice showed up with her boyfriend, along
with Kathy and her boyfriend slightly behind them. She said "Just *look* at
all of you! So _lovely_ tonight; but what are all of you doing here with
just one guy?"
I think all of us were surprised when it was Susan that told her "That's
none of your business!", quite vehemently.
Mary Alice looked surprised, and said "Well, I was just asking a simple
question!"
Sandra looked at her, and said "Nothing from you is simple - and nothing we
do is any of your concern. Why don't you just leave us alone to enjoy the
party?"
Mary Alice got an irritated look on her face, and said "Well, if nothing you
do is my concern, then nothing I do should be of yours!"
"Except that you keep sticking your face in our lives, and asking questions
that no _decent_ person would.", Robyn quietly told her.
"You say that *I'm* indecent? What gives you the right to judge me?!"
At this point, Kelly spoke up, telling her "WE don't judge you - your own
actions do that. We're only responding to the way *you* show us you
_deserve_.", calmly.
"You're saying that I deserve to be treated like a whore?", Mary Alice
asked, angrily.
"Only if you act like one.", Candice answered her.
At that point, her boyfriend decided it was time to make a stand, and said
"Hey, you can't talk to her like that!"
Jan looked at him, and said "Sure we can - we just did!"
"Well, you'd better just watch yourselves, or I'll... I'll..."
My turn.
"You'll what, boy? Kick their asses? Raise a hand - a *finger* - toward any
one of them, and I'll be on you like white on rice."
"Oh, sure, old man - like I couldn't kick your ass, too! These bitches give
me any shit, and I'll do what I want to them!"
I couldn't help it - I *growled*. Mary Alice paled a bit; the others turned
to look at me in surprise and concern as I stood up. Before I could say
anything, Kathy's boyfriend moved up and whispered something in Junior's
ear. He got an uncertain look on his face before I quietly told him "Boy,
you ask anybody that knows me, and they'll tell you that I only speak God's
honest truth. You fuck with me, you fuck with any of these _ladies_, you
fuck with anybody that I know or care about, and I promise you, you'll spend
a very long, very painful time in the hospital wishing you hadn't."
About that time, I saw one of the off-duty cops getting close - and
recognized him from the Phil incident. I nodded in recognition, and he
smiled in return. When he came up, he saw the expression on my face, and
asked "Everything okay here, Mr. Marshall?"
"I think so, Officer. This young lad and I were debating the finer points of
survival in a hostile world."
"Yeah, we've met before, haven't we Johnny?", the cop asked the kid,
obviously recognizing him. He went on to say "Johnny boy, do you have your
insurance card in your pocket?"
"Uh, no..."
"Then I would suggest that you have it with you before you go pissing him
off. I took the report when he took care of your buddy Phil and his dipshit
pals. They were stoned, or dusted, or on some damn thing or other, and he
flat took them out, in less than a minute. I don't think he even broke a
sweat. You might also remember that all three of them left in the meat
wagon, and Phil was in the hospital for a while. You mess with Mr. Marshall,
here, and he will flat *fuck* *you* *up* - and he'd do it whether he was
going to go to jail, or not. And I don't know of anybody that would dare get
in his way. Got it?"
At that point, the kid looked in my eyes, and saw something he didn't like:
that if I took a real dislike to him, I'd do just what the cop had said I
would - and that there wasn't a thing on God's green earth that could stop
it.
The cop - Patrolman Johnston, by his nametag - smiled at me and wished all
of us at the table a good evening before walking off.
The kid got an expression like he'd been teasing the lion, and just
discovered the cage wasn't locked.
Mary Alice also seemed to realize the trouble she was getting herself into.
I looked at her, and said "Mary Alice, this is the second time you've
managed to upset me and my friends. I won't let it happen a third time. Got
it?"
She paled again, and nodded, before grabbing her boyfriend by the arm and
leading him off - quickly followed by Kathy and her guy.
Fortunately, the band started to play a slow tune, and I took Kelly's hand
in mine and led her out onto the dance floor. When she was in my arms, she
whispered to me "You were serious about that, weren't you? About hurting
him, or anyone that messed with us?"
"Yup."
"And you'd do it, too, wouldn't you?"
"Yup."
"Even if you went to jail?"
"Yup."
I felt her shudder slightly in my arms before she said "Thank god that's
over! When I heard you make that noise, I wasn't sure if you were serious,
or just trying to scare them - but now I know!"
"Relax. It's over. They're gone. Let's just enjoy the party now, okay?"
She shuddered again, but as we continued to dance, I felt her finally start
to come down from the tension. By the time the song ended, she was again
able to smile and laugh as I told her a joke. The band promptly went into
another slow tune, and neither of us was surprised when Jan came out for her
turn. Jan whispered in Kelly's ear for a moment, and Kelly nodded her head
slightly before heading back to the table while Jan moved into my arms.
"You kind of scared them, you know.", she said.
I sighed, and answered "Yeah, I suppose I did. I'll apologize when I sit
down."
She giggled, and said "You don't have to. I explained to them how you are,
sometimes, and they understood. Shucks, they're even flattered that you
would come to their defense like that!"
"Thanks, I guess.", I told her, a bit sheepish.
"It's okay. Kelly's going to talk to them, too, a little. That was really
something, the way John left. He's not real smart, and he doesn't go looking
for trouble, but he won't run away from it, either. I think you scared him
pretty bad if he left like that."
"All that matters is that he leaves you and the others alone. Beyond that, I
don't much care what happens with him. Or Mary Alice, for that matter."
Satisfied that everything was close to normal again, Jan rested herself
against me, and we finished the dance in each other's arms. The next tune
was some new thing, and I wasn't about to make a fool of myself trying to
dance to it, so we quickly headed back to the table. As we got close, I
could see the others looking at me, watching me - and saw Kelly give Jan and
I a small nod of her head, indicating that things were fine, again. I smiled
at them, and held Jan's seat for her.
After a while some of their other friends began stopping by our table with
their dates. Each time, introductions would be made, and I'd stand to take
the girls hand in mine, and kiss it - and every time, they'd stutter for a
second, and blush slightly, their eyes wide, before introducing me to their
dates - whose hands I'd shake politely, and firmly, as I greeted them. In
between visits like that, they carefully pointed out who was what - this one
the captain of cheerleading, that one the Prom Queen, and so on.
When the next slow song played, I asked Susan to dance, and she happily
agreed. Once we were on the dance floor, I took her in my arms, and
whispered to her "Feisty little thing, aren't you? Telling Mary Alice off
like that!". I could see her shoulder darken as she blushed, before she said
"Being around you, I've gotten stronger, inside; like I'm not afraid of
stuff like I used to be. Besides, I was just so *sick* of her _bullshit_!",
she exclaimed, before blushing again at her use of profanity.
I hugged her gently, and said "It's okay, Susan. You know what the best
revenge is?"
"What's that?"
"Be *seen* to be happy, and doing well."
She thought about that for a few moments, then looked up at me, grinning,
before saying "Yeah, I suppose it would be, wouldn't it? Especially for
someone like Mary Alice."
"*Especially* for someone like Mary Alice.", I agreed.
We finished out the song, and were on our way back to the table when the
band decided that another slow tune was called for. I walked Susan back to
her seat, and was surprised a bit when Robyn got up.
Back out on the dance floor, I held her close as I told her "I'm sorry if I
upset you, Robyn."
She pulled back a bit to look at me in confusion for a second before putting
her head on my shoulder again, saying "What on earth are you talking about?"
"That little incident with Mary Alice's boyfriend."
She snorted, and said "Hell, that dipstick _needs_ his ass kicked. Besides,
why would I be upset that you would care enough about me, and the rest of
us, to be willing to stand up to him like that? If anything, it makes me
kinda horny, having you talk him down like that!", pressing herself against
me.
I sighed, and said "Sheesh. Some women. Absolute animals when they see two
bulls butting heads.", teasing her.
She laughed, and said "No, not two bulls. One strong, wise old bull, and one
sorry excuse for a calf."
After that, the rest of the dance was quiet, and sensual - until the band
decided that some more of the current popular tunes were overdue.
We walked back to the table, and I held her chair for her, then sat down
myself. Some more of their friends stopped by, and a very few of them were
invited to join us, which they did, eagerly. They, and the rest, spent no
small amount of time in little huddles as they exchanged what could only be
gossip about who was with who, and wearing what. At one point, I caught
sight of a photographer wandering around, and promptly bribed him to get
photos of me and the rest - not only as a group, but individual shots of me
with each of them - portraits and full-length, in an assortment of poses. I
gave him my card and told him to call me - I'd want _plenty_ of copies of
the photos.
As the night went on, I continued to take the girls out on the dance floor
during the slow tunes. With Kelly and Jan's encouragement, I even invited a
couple of their friends out, which they happily accepted. The boyfriends
were less than thrilled, but tolerant - particularly since I didn't hold
their girlfriends nearly as close as I did my bunch.
Eventually, though, I started to see them getting tired, and asked one of
the people that had been tending to us to let our limo driver that we would
be out shortly. "Which one?", he asked. "You'll know when you see it,", I
assured him. In a minute or so, he was back, and nodded to me, smiling.
At that, I quietly suggested that we call it an evening - claiming that I
was tired. There was a little grumbling, but only a token amount: I'd been
right about their energy levels. Goodnights were passed all around, and with
a final kiss on the hand of their friends, I got us moving toward the door.
When we made it outside, our limo was waiting, the driver standing next to
the open door - and plenty of other couples standing around to watch, and
spread the story of how we were traveling. With all of us inside, we headed
back to my place, again enjoying a glass of champagne along the way.
When we got home, the driver held the door, of course, and I was the last
one out. As I stood up, I passed him a $100 tip, and told him "I'll be
letting your boss know how good you did tonight. It was good work - keep it
up." He quietly thanked me, and waited until we were all inside before
getting back in the car and driving off. Clearly, a professional that took
pride in doing his job well.
With all of us finally home, and free to just let go, all of them found
seats in the den - leaving me my favorite chair. I could see that the
excitement, hour, and champagne had hit all of them, and told them that if
their parents okayed it, they were welcome to stay the night; otherwise, I'd
be happy to drive them home. The result was a brief argument about who got
to call home first - all wanted to stay.
In short order, though, they got it organized, and each made the necessary
call - and in every case, the parents told them they could stay, provided I
didn't mind having them. In a couple cases, I had to speak with the parents
myself, but that easily satisfied them - they'd apparently seen beneficial
changes in the girls, and learned that those changes had started with me;
none of them hesitated about trusting their daughters to my care.
With the necessity of going home eliminated, Susan was the first to remove
her jewelry, and hand it back to me so I could put it back in the case Paul
had provided, before standing up long enough to take off her dress - without
the slightest trace of concern or hesitation. The rest quickly followed, and
with all the jewelry accounted for, I closed the case and set it aside to
enjoy the sight of all of them for a few moments before taking off my
clothes, as well. In a short time, the cat made an appearance from under the
couch, yawning and stretching before trolling for affection - and getting it
from every one of them. Jan suggested coffee, and we all readily agreed -
she headed off to the kitchen as Kelly went back to the bedroom to put away
her things.
As the aroma of the coffee filtered into the den, Candice looked me in the
eye as she said "Dan, I want to thank you for tonight. I did something
silly, and hurtful, and almost missed the happiest night of my life - except
for one!", she grinned. "If it wasn't for yours - and Kelly's! - love and
kindness, I would have missed out on it. It makes me realize just how much
both of you DO love us, and makes me love you that much more, in return."
The others quickly added their agreement, and as Kelly and Jan entered the
den again, began chatting about the evening, and all that had happened -
without once mentioning Mary Alice or her boyfriend. All of them were simply
thrilled at the way the entire room had gotten quiet when we entered, and
they laughed themselves to tears at the memory of how the woman at the door
changed her attitude when she found out who I was.
They didn't delay in comparing their own outfits to those worn by other
girls, and quickly realized that they'd been not only the best dressed, but
best outfitted of anyone else in the room - and that with a few notable
exceptions, were the envy of every other girl that had been there. It was
Sandra that told me - with the rest of them listening - that my kissing the
hands of the girls that had stopped by had been a phenomenal hit: those that
hadn't stopped by would be kicking themselves for _days_ was their
collective opinion. And they also knew that more than a few of those girls
had noticed how their boyfriends all but stared at the dresses they'd worn.
They also quickly reached agreement that I'd been the best looking guy there
- almost entirely due to the fact that I had worn a tuxedo that was
obviously *mine*, and fit me the way clothing should. While some of the guys
had tried more 'modern' styles, I'd stuck with the more traditional
approach, and the quality fabrics coupled with simple style and proper
tailoring just made me look _better_ - classier, and far more mature and
refined. They all figured they would be getting a LOT of questions about me
the next few days - and quietly plotted to keep the answers simple and
brief, so as to make me seem all the more mysterious and romantic. Within
hours of my visit to the school, word had spread that I had not only
squashed Jenkins, but gotten the _Bishop_ involved, as well. There were also
some rumors about him being fired, but since he was still there, those
stories quickly died out. All told, I was apparently both held in awe of
what I'd done, and shrouded in mystery because of how little was actually
*known* about me, and how few had actually seen me.
As the coffee disappeared, so did their enthusiasm for staying up even
later. When I suggested that it was time for bed, all of them got grins on
their faces before Robyn asked "Okay, who gets to sleep where?"
Before anyone else could, I answered.
"I get to sleep in MY bed. As far as I'm concerned there's enough room for
_three_ more. Kelly is my first choice, since she lives here, too. Beyond
that, I don't care, or have any preference - and if Kelly wants to give up
her spot, that's up to her."
Kelly jumped in, saying "Tonight? You think I'd give up my spot with you
after tonight? You're crazy! There are two beds, both the same size. Me and
Dan in one, with two more of you. The rest of you can share the other bed -
I expect you're good enough friends not to mind!" - and getting laughs from
them. All of them but Susan had made love with each other at least once, and
enjoyed it - and even Susan wasn't bashful about touching and kissing.
With no muss or fuss, they had soon worked out who was sleeping where - I
found out that Kelly and I would be joined by Candice and Sandra; the rest
would snuggle with each other in the second bedroom. That settled, we all
trooped back to the bedrooms, and soon found ourselves fast asleep.
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The next morning, Saturday, I woke up to find myself on my side, 'spooning'
with Sandra - her breast in my hand and my morning erection trapped between
her thighs, pressing against her mons. I could feel a pair of breasts
pressing against my back, and the tickle of pubic hair against my ass -
judging from the tickle of the hair and body position, I thought it was
Candice; raising my head slightly, I could see Kelly with her back to
Sandra, confirming that it was Candice behind me.
As nice as it felt to be there, I *had* to get up - to relieve a significant
hydraulic pressure, if nothing else.
I released my hold on Sandra's breast, and she made a small noise of
complaint - so I took Candice' arm where it lay across me, and moved it up
to rest on Sandra. That seemed to satisfy her, and left me with the next
problem: how to get out bed without waking anyone. I finally settled on
simply easing myself 'down' the bed, sliding myself from between them. Over
the next couple of minutes, I managed to move a few inches at a time toward
the foot of the bed, As I did, Candice naturally tried to continue to spoon
with whoever was in front of her, so that as I made my 'escape', she
gradually moved forward to rest against Sandra - even moving her arm to cup
a breast when she could.
Once past their torsos - I couldn't help but kiss the top of the cleft of
Sandra's ass when the chance came - progress was a little faster; finally, I
was able to get up and head for the bathroom.
With space available for intake, the next goal was the kitchen, and some
coffee - with a detour to the other bedroom, where I saw Susan, Jan, Robyn,
and Sandra in a tangle of arm and legs, all holding each other. There was a
temptation to eel myself in among them, but it passed, and I continued the
trek to the kitchen. With the coffee started, I grabbed a robe I kept by the
front door, and went out to get the paper; the carrier had learned to keep
it on the porch after several calls to the delivery office complaining about
it being on the sidewalk, in the gutter, and on one memorable occasion, on
the roof. In return, I paid the bill promptly, and gave them a nice tip at
Christmas.
After looking over the front page, I left the paper in the den as I went
into the kitchen to get myself some coffee. It wasn't quite done brewing
yet, but there was easily enough to put in a carafe, which I did. With a
supply of coffee and cup, it was back into the den to read the paper -
comics, editorials, then the rest of it. I'd just finished my second cup
when Susan wandered in to the den; when I saw her - rubbing her eyes and
yawning - I told her "Good morning. Grab yourself a cup from the kitchen,
and have a seat, if you want." She blinked a couple of times, then poured me
half a cup of coffee before taking the carafe with her to refill it when she
got a cup. When she got back, she topped off my coffee and poured herself a
cup, as well, saying "I went ahead and started another pot - I expect the
others will be up before too long."
I thanked her for the coffee, and saw that something seemed to be on her
mind.
I set the paper aside, and looked at her carefully as I asked her if there
was something she wanted to talk about.
She looked at her lap for a moment, then said "Well, yeah, there's something
I wanted to tell you, is all.", before looking up at me and hesitantly
asking "Uh, is it okay if I sit in your lap, first?"
I smiled at her, and said "Of course! I'm *always* happy to have a pretty
girl in my lap."
She got up, and started to sit down on my lap sideways; then changed her
mind and sat down facing me, her knees on each side of me. This was
something new - since the sleepover, she had always been wiling to sit next
to me, and have me hold her and touch her casually - but had *never* sat on
my lap before, much less so directly and openly.
I gently put my hands on her hips, and waited patiently for her to say what
was on her mind as she sat looking toward my chest.
After a couple of false starts, she finally spoke, saying "As I was going to
sleep last night, I realized how right Candice was about the mistakes we
made, and how much you and Kelly must love us to give up your time together
to make sure we got to go to the Prom last night."
"Susan, we DO love you, and it really wasn't a problem for us. I expect - I
hope! - that Kelly and I will have plenty of special times together. We love
you - all of you - and we were both glad to do it. Don't worry about it,
okay?"
She nodded, and then went on to say "Well, it still made me realize how much
you love us, and how much I love YOU - you and Kelly both, I mean. And it
made me want to show you - both of you - how happy you've made me feel since
I started coming here."
"Show us? How?"
"By, uh, making love with you. Uh, both of you, I think."
I took her face in my hands and lifted her head so that I could look into
her eyes.
"Susan, whatever else you do in life, do NOT make love with someone because
you think you owe them something, or feel that you 'have' to, for ANY
reason. If you want to make love with Kelly or me, do it because you *want*
to, out of love, and because it would make YOU happy to do it. Anything else
is only sex - the physical act between two people, done out of debt of one
to the other - which is nothing more than simple prostitution. And that is
something that I have *no* interest in, whatsoever - nor would Kelly."
Her eyes misted over, and she didn't lose eye contact with me as she said "I
kinda figured that out, and that's what I'm saying - I DO want to make love
with you because I love you. It's just that it wasn't until last night that
I finally realized that I DID love you enough to want to do that. The only
thing is that I'm still _scared_ - that you won't like it, or Kelly won't,
or even that *I* won't. I know that everyone else has said how patient and
gentle you are, but I'm still *scared*. Not about being hurt physically, or
anything like that, but that I'll do something wrong, or go too fast or too
slow, or SOMETHING.", before dropping her eyes again.
"Susan, look at me."
She raised her eyes to look into my face, and finally, my eyes. She must
have seen the care and concern there, because she visibly calmed down as I
started to tell her "Susan, making love is just that: making LOVE. It's the
physical expression of what's in your heart - nothing more, and nothing
less. Do you think Kelly could ever do anything to hurt you?"
"No, of course not."
"Do you think I could?"
"Oh, no!"
"Then you can be sure that none of us - me, Kelly, Jan, or any of the others
- would EVER be angry or upset with you - about ANYTHING. Have you ever made
love before?"
"You know I haven't."
"Then why should I - or anyone else - think that you know anything about it?
Maybe - *maybe* - you'll make mistakes. So what? Do you think nobody else
had made mistakes the first time they made love? Believe it or not, the
first time *I* made love - well, had sex - I didn't know anything more about
it than you do; and sure as hell made mistakes. But that's what making
_love_ different: the mistakes in what happens don't matter, as long as the
LOVE is there."
She smiled at me, and I went on "As for going too fast or too slow - if it's
right for YOU, then it's neither. The first time we met, would you have let
me touch your breast?" She grinned and shook her head. I went on "But here
were are, right now, both of us naked, and you sitting on my lap. Tell me,
did we go too slow, or too fast?"
She nodded her understanding, and I said "When I gave you the massage that
night, you were scared at first, weren't you?"
She said "Yeah, a little."
"Then why did you let me do it?"
"Because I knew you wanted to help me feel better, and I trusted you."
"I know that you've kissed the other girls - didn't that make you nervous at
first?"
"It scared the HELL out of me", she admitted.
"But you did it anyway - because you knew you loved them, and they loved
you."
She nodded.
"And you keep doing it, too - I guess you found out that you liked it? And
they keep kissing you back, so _they_ must like it."
She grinned at me, and I continued "You know that I've made love with them,
and that they've made love with each other. But NONE of us has EVER bothered
you about it, have we? Not ONE of us has treated you any differently, have
we? We've neither excluded you, nor tried to involve you; in fact, you and I
sat here on this very couch and cuddled when Kelly and Sandra got carried
away and made love to each other right there on the floor, in front of us.
And when they were done, both of them blushed - not because they'd made love
in front of us, but for getting as carried away as they did; I never knew
that two women could make so much noise making love, did you?"
She blushed a bit, and shook her head, saying "I see where you're going. I
have *never* felt any different than any one else when I've been here. I
guess maybe I _have_ been worried about stuff that I didn't have to."
"Not at all. You were worried because you were still unsure, and uncertain;
and it was reasonable for you to worry under those circumstances. All I've
done here has been to help show you that _now_ you can put those worries and
fears aside, and do what you WANT to - whatever that may be."
She said "What I *want* to do, now, is THIS" - and leaned forward to give me
a kiss that quickly went past the friendly, affectionate kisses we'd shared
before, and headed straight for lust in the dust.
When the kiss finally broke, both of us were panting slightly from the
intensity of it - and I could see that Susan had most definitely decided
where she wanted to go.
Smiling, she took my hands and put them on her breasts, squeezing them as a
sign that she wanted the contact to be more than social and casual as it had
been before. As I ran my thumbs over her erect nipples, she reached down and
took hold of my penis - for the first time since the anatomy lessons the
night of the sleepover. Holding it gently, she did a Braille examination of
it, and my scrotum and testicles, as I did a similar exam of her breasts.
Her eyes were open, if hooded in desire, when Kelly came into the den with a
cup of coffee in her hand. As she looked at us in surprise, Susan realized
we weren't alone, and turned to see who it was. When she saw Kelly, quickly
got off my lap to go hug her - and then give her a kiss that must have
matched the one she gave me, judging from the changes of expression on
Kelly's face. I stood up, too, and took the cup from Kelly, so both her
hands would be free to return the kiss - and she did, with considerable
enthusiasm. When their kiss finally broke, Kelly looked at Susan, and asked
"You're ready?", concerned.
Susan only nodded, happily, before the three of us bunched up for a group
hug.
When it broke up, Susan stood there, tears running down her face. I asked
her "What's wrong?", and was quietly informed "Nothing's wrong, you lunched
- I'm just so HAPPY!". Kelly and I both laughed, and the three of us headed
for the couch again. Kelly sat to the side, and gestured for Susan to resume
her place on my lap, which she did, smiling at both of us. She leaned
forward, and I held her in my arms as she and Kelly shared a number of
small, loving kisses.
We stayed like that for the next little while, as one by one, the rest of
them got up to the smell of the coffee, only to be surprised at the sight
that greeted them when they wandered into the den. They could see that
something had changed in Susan, and sat there quietly, watching as she drank
in our love and affection the way a sponge soaks up water.
Susan finally sat up, and looked around at them, finally *seeing* the love
and happiness all of them felt for her. Jan first, then the others, got up
and came over one at a time to give her a kiss and tell her that they loved
her, smiling in obvious happiness for her. When they'd all kissed her, she
got up long enough to turn around on my lap, leaned back against me and
pulled my arms around her, holding them in place as she looked from one to
another to another, and back again.
As she was looking at Jan, I felt her suddenly start in my arms, and a
couple of seconds later, heard her say "You love me."
Jan looked at her, and calmly answered "Of course".
Susan turned to look at Candice, and said "You knew I would get to this,
didn't you?"
"Of course.", was the reply, again, before Susan focused on Robyn.
"You waited for me, didn't you?"
"Sure. We love you, don't we?"
Susan next looked at Sandra, saying "You would have waited, though, for as
long as it took."
"We love you too much to do anything else!" was the answer, before Susan
shifted her attention to Kelly.
"I'm happy - and you're happy THAT I'm happy, BECAUSE I'm happy."
"That's it."
Susan looked at each of them in turn, before saying "And if I wanted to make
love with Dan, right here and right now, none of you would mind in the
slightest - except to be glad for me that I was learning what it was like to
make _love_, and be happy that *I* was happy."
They all nodded, seeing that she was getting close.
"And if I wanted to make love with one of you, the rest would still be happy
for me, for the same reasons."
They nodded again.
"And if I DIDN'T want to make love, with anyone, you would still love me,
anyway."
More nods.
"And you can do all that because you love me. And you know how much I love
you, even if _I_ didn't know it before."
Jan spoke then, simply saying "Yes."
Susan suddenly moved my arms aside and stood up, turning to face me. She
looked deep into my eyes as she said "And you - you had enough love and
caring inside you to bring every one of them to this; and you've STILL got
enough to do it for me, too." She stared at me, intently, for several
seconds before saying "And there's still so much more inside you - there
really *isn't* a limit to it, is there?"
I shook my head slowly, and she suddenly turned around again, looking at all
of them.
With a sense of awe and wonderment in her voice, she said "As much as I love
all of you for all the good that I see in you, you love ME - _the_ _same_
_way_!" - before almost collapsing backwards into my lap again. I took her
in my arms, and she turned to sit sideways, her legs on the couch, as she
pressed herself against my chest, crying in deep, wracking sobs. I held her,
softly hugging her, and all the rest of them got up to come over and caress
her as they murmured words of comfort and encouragement.
After a while, her crying tapered off, and the others continued to comfort
her until she finally released me to sit up to look at me. When she did,
they eased back to their seats, listening as she told me "You knew all of
this, didn't you?"
"Yes."
"And you gave it to us - without knowing if we'd ever really *understand*
it, that we'd truly 'get it'."
"Yes."
"And knowing how much making _love_ - or being willing to - would help us
understand, and how much it would change us and make us better, you *still*
didn't do anything to move us along before we were ready; you were willing
to wait for as long as it took for US to make the decision."
"Yes."
"And knowing that if any of us misunderstood, or got upset or angry with
you, we could complain about how you tried to touch us and you would maybe
wind up in jail, STILL took the chance - because you loved us, and cared
about us."
"Yes."
She looked at me in wonderment for several seconds before finally saying "I
owe you so much. And I know that there's no way to even begin to pay it back
to you - the risks you took, the love and caring you showed and gave, the
*knowing* you must have had inside. I understand, now, why you told every
one of them that the debt is to the ones that don't know - and WHY we owe
them and not you. And now, even more than before, I want you - all of you,
but especially you, Dan, and you, Kelly - physically. I love you, all of
you, and want to give back to you the love and happiness you've given me."
When Kelly started to speak to her, Susan turned her head to listen as Kelly
said "If you know all that - and it's obvious that you do, that you've
'gotten it' - then you know there's no hurry, on ANY of it."
"I know. If it happens today, or tomorrow, or next week, or next year,
that's fine - because now I know that it WILL happen, and that I WILL enjoy
it, and be able to give joy back. But for now, I think I'd better get home -
I'm sure my parents are starting to get concerned about me, and I love them,
too, and don't want them to worry."
Kelly told her "I've got some things you can wear, if you don't want to wear
your dress home this morning", and turning to the others, said "I've got
enough to get all of you home, if you want - just don't forget to bring them
with you to school Monday, okay?" They all smiled and agreed before
accepting her offer. They got up and headed back toward the bedroom, leaving
Susan with me to make our goodbyes.
She looked at me again, and said "You are really something; the more I learn
about you and how you think and behave, the more I want to be like you - and
now I know that I can be. Thank you." before giving me a kiss - the kind
that I treasured more than any other: one that expressed the kind of love
that only a fully aware person can manage, because it comes from the heart
and mind and spirit. After we separated, I told her "I love you, Susan.",
and she answered "I know, Dan. Just like you knew I would." before getting
up to get dressed herself.
When they got back, Candice called her parents, and they agreed to come and
get her - and give Sandra and Robyn rides home, as well. Kelly was to take
Jan home, and that left me take Susan. Pure coincidence, I'm sure.
As I drove, she sat quietly in the passenger seat, watching things as though
seeing them for the first time - and enjoying her new vision.
When I pulled up in front of her house, she turned to look at me, and said
"Thank you, Dan - for _everything_."
I answered "My pleasure", and she responded "Yes, i think it was." before
collecting her things and getting out. I sat there watching her as she
headed toward the front door; when she got there, she turned and gave me a
bit smile and small wave before going in. Satisfied she was safe, I headed
home - via Paul's store, where I dropped off the jewelry I'd borrowed,
keeping my promise.
A few hours later, Kelly and I were in the den - she was studying for a test
while I listened to music - when a call came in. I took it, and heard "You
did it to her, didn't you?"
"Did what to who?"
"Had sex with Susan."
"Good morning to you, too, Steve. No, I didn't have sex with her."
"Then what did you do to her?"
"Talked."
"Uh-huh. About what?"
"The fact that I love her. And before you go off on me again, I mean that I
love her as a human being, not a potential bedmate or anything."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean that she's a reasonably intelligent, attractive, decent human being.
There aren't that many, so I tend to like the ones I find. She's got a good
heart and good character. I love her for those things - not what's between
her legs or on her chest."
I'd nailed him square between the running lights, and I could almost hear
him thinking it through before he spoke again, saying "You're saying you
didn't do anything to her? Just talked?"
"That's it."
"You didn't touch her?"
"I didn't say that, Steve. I said that I didn't have sex with her. Or make
love with her, or have any kind of intimate sexual contact of any kind.
Okay? Now, you want to tell me what the hell brought all this on?"
"She told me she loved me."
"You call me up at home and jump in my shit because she told you she *loved*
you?"
"It's not what she said, but how she said it that got to me."
"What, she sounded like C-3PO, or something?"
"No, you dolt. I was sitting in the den watching a game and she came in to
sit next to me for a little bit. When a commercial came on, she just said
'Daddy?', and when I turned to look at her, she just up and says 'I love
you." - but from the way she said it, and tone of her voice and everything,
I knew that she was different, somehow - that she really, truly meant it and
was telling me what was really in her heart, like she didn't care if I was a
lawyer or an axe murderer, I was her dad and she loved me."
"So you assumed that the change was because I'd jumped her bones, and called
me up to chew my ass."
He realized how silly it sounded, and what kind of fool he'd been, and
answered "Well, uh, yeah, sort of. I mean, I couldn't think of any other
reason for it at the time. What do YOU think happened?"
"Like I said, all I did was tell her I loved her - and she understood that I
meant that I loved her FOR HER, as a person. for all the good things that
are inside her, and that I didn't think less of her because of any flaws she
thinks she has."
"That kind of sounds like the way she told me she loved ME."
"Ever tell her that you love her?"
"Of course!"
"The same way she just told you?"
The silence at the other end was my answer. I went on "Steve, you ever
wonder what she sees in me?"
"Well, yeah, a little. I mean, I know what she's said about you, and I know
what your character is like and how you've helped Kelly and all that. But
why she picked YOU in particular, with so much devotion, I really don't
understand."
"Because she knows I love her, and care about her. I don't just do stuff
because I care, I also TELL her what I'm doing, so that she knows I AM doing
it because I love her and care, and why. And I take the time to tell her
what it is about her that makes me care about her the way I do - I TELL her
about the good things I see in her, so that she KNOWS she's a good person.
When she knows that I love her for the good stuff in her, she also knows
that as long as that good stuff is there, she's got my love - that I'm not
going to just suddenly take it away from her for some mysterious reason. And
she knows that because I love her for what's inside her, that as she becomes
a better person - more courageous, more honest, more integrity, and all that
kind of stuff - I'll love her even more. I've shown her that love doesn't
have to be some abstract concept; that it can be gauged and measured and
traded as a VALUE. When she finally understood all of that this morning, she
had an epiphany, I guess you could call it. What you saw was the end result
of all that."
"Where was she when this 'epiphany' happened?"
"Sitting on my lap."
"What?! You weren't in your underwear or anything, were you?"
"Oh, no, certainly nothing like that. We were both naked at the time." Kelly
had been listening in, and almost fell over, trying not to laugh out loud.
"WHAT!"
"Sure. It's okay, though - everyone else was naked, too." Kelly started
turning red; I was wondering if she'd blow while we were still talking.
"You're joking, right?"
"Why would I be joking?"
"Oh, dear God.", I heard him sigh.
"What, is there a problem?", I asked.
"You're sitting with my daughter on your lap, both of you naked, and you ask
me if there's a problem? How did it happen that you wound up in that
situation?"
"Well, when we got back from the Prom last night, we were all sitting
around, and Susan decided to give back the jewelry I'd borrowed for all of
them. After she handed it back, she took her dress off so she wouldn't ruin
it, and so she'd be more comfortable. The rest of them thought it was a good
idea, and did the same thing."
"And you?"
"It's my house. My guests want to be naked, I'm going to be a good host and
be naked with them." Kelly grabbed a cushion and stuffed her face in it.
I heard him sigh again, before he said "And you're going to tell me nothing
happened."
"Oh, no, plenty happened. They sat around and talked about the prom, and we
had a cup of coffee. Then we all went to bed."
"Went to bed."
"Yeah. It was late. Kelly slept with me, as did a couple of the others.
Susan was with Jan and the rest."
"Naked."
"Sure, why not?"
"And you didn't have sex with any of them."
"Nooooo. Was I supposed to?"
He ignored the question, and asked "And this morning?"
"I got up and got the paper and some coffee. I was reading the paper when
Susan came into the den, I could tell she wanted to talk to me, so I put the
paper down, and we talked a little bit. She asked if she could sit on my
lap, and I told her I was always happy to have a pretty girl on my lap. She
sat down and I held her for a little while, until Kelly joined us."
"And Kelly didn't mind finding you with Susan on your lap, the two of you
naked?"
"No, why should she? They're friends." I could see Kelly laughing into the
cushion, her shoulders shaking.
"Go on."
"The two of them talked a bit, and we sat there for a little while, and the
rest of them joined us."
"Naked."
"Sure. Why not?"
"What happened then?"
"Susan started looking around, and realized that all of us loved her, for
pretty much the same reasons, and that she loved us the same way. There was
a little talking, and then she had her, uh, epiphany."
"Epiphany."
"Yeah, I suppose that's the closest thing to what you could call it."
"What would you say happened?"
"She just sort of realized that we loved her and she loved us and that
everything was cool between all of us."
"Cool."
"Yeah - we loved her for the good stuff that's in her, and know that she
loves us for the good stuff that's in us. That whole love and values thing I
told you about."
"And all this happened with all of you naked, and Susan sitting on your lap
- but no sex happened between you."
"Steve, do you love you wife?"
"Of course."
"Do you love her any more or any less, whether she'd got clothes on or not?"
"Of course not!"
"Do you have to have sex with her to love her?"
"Certainly not."
"Then why is it so hard for you to understand that I, and Susan, and Kelly,
and all the others could love each other, naked or not, without having sex?"
That seemed to stop him dead in his tracks - there was nothing but silence
at the other end of the line for a couple of minutes.
"You make your point well, Dan. But I'm still uncomfortable with all this."
"Fine. Are you uncomfortable that it happened, or that you don't think you
know how to deal with it?"
After a bit, I heard the sigh, before he answered "More that I'm not sure
how to deal with it. Nor will my wife, I'm afraid."
"Do you love Susan?"
"Of course I do."
"Then tell her that. For the same reasons, and in the same way, she told
you. It's called truth, and honesty, and trust. Pretty radical concepts."
"Yes, I've heard of them. I just haven't seen them applied in quite this way
before."
"Well, just look at Susan, and decide if they work, or not, for yourself."
"It's going to make quite a change around here, you know."
"So being honest and faithful and trusting in and with your family is a
_bad_ thing?"
"Bad? No, I don't think so. But it will certainly be difficult."
"Was law school good for you?"
"Yes,"
"But worth the difficulty."
"Certainly so - and your point is taken."
"Steve, I promise - once you get past the problem of actually doing it, it
gets a whole lot easier. And it is *definitely* worth it. I think Susan
would be the proof of that."
"Indeed she is. Okay, Dan, it looks like you're off the hook. We'll see
later if I thank you for this, or not."
"I'm willing to take my chances. Particularly on people such as yourself and
Susan."
With that, he closed the connection, and Kelly finally fell out of the chair
she was in, gasping for breath as she laughed out loud. I grinned at her,
and she managed to gasp out "'both naked at the time' - boy you know how to
set them up and then knock them down!"
It took her probably half an hour before she finally calmed down enough to
go back to studying - and even then for the rest of the afternoon, she's
suddenly say "it's okay - everyone else was naked too", or "good host", or
"they're friends", and start laughing all over again. Cat tried to sleep on
her lap, and would give Kelly a dirty look every time she started laughing
again.
Over the next few weeks, Susan continued to come over for visits, staying
with us a few hours at a time. She would happily kiss and caress with any of
us, but was also content to simply *be* with us; it was as though she were
recharging some kind of internal battery. The first time she visited us, she
gave me a strange look, and told me that her father had said he'd talked to
me - and that he and her mother were both trying, very hard, to understand
her, and what she had learned from me.
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By the time Graduation day arrived, the entire school had heard that the
problem between me and Jenkins had been about Kelly's speech as
Valedictorian. There was considerable speculation about what it would be,
and anticipation of what would happen when she was to give it. I was
delighted when the Bishop let me know that a special seat had been saved for
me, in the center of the first row behind the students, so that I would have
a good view of Kelly as she gave her speech. He also gave me an invitation
to meet with him afterwards - in the school administrators office. I
willingly accepted both offers.
So it was that I had a ringside seat, so to speak, when Kelly gave The
Speech, as it had come to be known.
True to his instructions, Jenkins didn't introduce her any differently than
he did any of the other speakers; when the crowd quieted down (she'd gotten
a standing ovation from the students), she spoke.
"Your Grace, members of the clergy, administrators, teachers, students, and
honored guests, I welcome you to this graduation ceremony.
"It serves to mark the passing of this class into adulthood, and as a
remembrance of the extraordinary efforts of our teachers, not just here, but
throughout our academic lives, to educate us, to teach us, and to make us
wiser.
"It is incumbent on us to remember their efforts, and respect them, as well
as to honor those who instructed us.
"But it is also our duty to learn from what they have taught us - both in
the classroom, as formal education, and in their attitudes, methods, and
intentions. Part of that duty is to exercise caution in accepting all that
they have taught us. Just as the world is not now what it was when they were
students, it must also follow that they are not the same kind of teachers as
the ones they learned from. Both the facts that they have taught us, and the
environment that they taught us in, have changed.
"I have learned much from the teachers that I have had here - some have
taught me the pleasures of good health, or of the purity of mathematics and
science. Others, however, have taught me the incomprehensibility of
'interpreted' literature; or doctrine accepted as true, but without proof of
their claims. Still others have shown me what the consequences are of having
one's dreams and aspirations denied, and discarded as useless, or without
merit. One, in particular, has shown me what it is like to be subjected to
the arbitrary whims of an embittered, soul-less tyrant that has been put in
control of eager young minds.
"To their credit, I have learned the most good from those who taught me for
the love of the teaching; who taught me not for the money, but the
expression on my face when I finally comprehended what they were showing me;
who taught me so that I might KNOW their subjects, and get from those
subjects the same joy as those who taught them. To those teachers, I say
'Thank you', with respect and admiration and gratitude. To the others, I say
'A pox on you, and your houses!' - what you do denigrates those who are
obliged to share their profession with you. What you do is a harmful,
hateful, wicked thing; to take a young mind, and mangle it for your own
warped pleasure.
"I was taught a great many facts and figures and other bits of information;
but precious little time was spent teaching me how to THINK - independently,
on my own, to question and answer, to identify and solve real life problems.
"One of the things that I was instructed in was love. Love of me by God, how
I should show God my love, and how I should love my fellow humans. What I
was NOT instructed in, though, was love itself - what it is, what it isn't,
how to know it, how to find it, how to identify it, and how to measure it.
"In the subjects of how to think, and love, this school failed me,
miserably. I do not mean 'failed' as in not passing a course, but failed as
in not having the course to teach.
"Through my great fortune, there was one person who rescued me from the
abyss of ignorance this school had left in my heart, and mind. This person
not only taught me what love is, but showed me, by giving of himself without
hesitation and without restraint. This person showed me that it IS possible
to know love - what it is and isn't, how to give it and accept it, how to
measure it - and to treasure it, above all else.
"This person taught me how to think - to question, to seek out the answers
to things I did not know, to find solutions to problems on my own, to make
my own decisions.
"While this school taught me the theories of morals and ethics and all the
rest, this person SHOWED me, through his own example, what morality is; what
ethics truly are; what integrity really means.
"In short, this person has given me an emotional, psychological, mental, and
yes, even physical, philosophical basis for my life. I do not mean
philosophy as it is taught in this school - a contest between arbitrary
schools of one thought or another - but philosophy as a means of finding
answers, as it was intended. The philosophy I have learned from this person
is not that of Kant versus Hegel versus Santayana, but that of "What is it?"
and "How do I know it?" and "What does it mean?".
"As evidence that what he taught me was a success, I need only point out the
difference between this speech, and the others you shall hear today - I
stand here to offer my own thoughts and opinions, while others offer
meaningless platitudes and neutral bromides.
"My goal, my desire, my challenge to you - students, teachers, guests, and
faculty alike - is to make this the LAST time you have to hear a story such
as mine.
"Through *his* love, my benefactor has given me the DESIRE to make a change.
"Through *his* intelligence, he has given me the TOOLS to make change
possible.
"Through *his* example, he has given me the COURAGE to make change happen.
"Thank you, and good afternoon."
Dead silence reigned as she retook her seat on the stage.
Until the Bishop stood up, applauding her - then he was quickly joined not
only by the students, but most of the audience and faculty, as well. Even
from where I was seated, I could see her blush as she tried to keep a
straight face.
The applause went on for a good 5 minutes, embarrassing the hell out of her,
even as she looked at me in pride - and I looked at her with love.
Compared to that, the rest of the speeches DID sound pretty lame - and the
speakers knew it - most of them cut their time short, so as not to look any
more foolish than necessary. Far sooner than anyone expected, it was time
for the diplomas to actually be handed out.
There were the obligatory hoots and catcalls and cheers as different
students got their diplomas - but only Kelly received applause from the time
her name was called, to the time she sat down again.
When the ceremonies ended, I quickly found Kelly - and when she saw me, she
all but launched herself into my arms, where I held her tightly as a number
of onlookers smiled. After a brief kiss, we looked up to see the Bishop
coming toward us - a smile on his face, as well.
When he got close, he said "I trust that you are Mr. Marshall, and the
gentleman Kelly has been speaking so highly of."
I answered him by saying "I am Mr. Marshall - call me Dan, please. I have my
doubts that I'm the guy she's been referring to, however."
He saw Kelly give me the Goober look, and laughed, saying "If you'll follow
me, Dan - and you, too, Kelly - there are some things that I'd like to
discuss with you in the administrators office."
Kelly moved next to me, and I put my arm around her as the Bishop led us.
When we got there, he gestured that we should take the chairs in front of
the desk, while he sat behind it - leaving Jenkins to stand.
The Bishop looked at Kelly, and said "That was quite a speech, young lady. I
can only hope that you learned some of what you said in our school."
"I did, sir - but it was Dan that taught me the rest; the important parts."
"Indeed. What you just said, in itself, is a sad commentary on what this
school has become. I find myself here before you, indicted on two counts of
neglect. Evidence of the first count, the more serious, is that speech you
just made. Evidence of the second, only slightly less serious, is the fight
you had to go through to make it. We're here to rectify both of those
problems."
"How so, sir?", I asked.
"First, I want to apologize again, to both of you, in person. What you had
to go through was unacceptable - for ANY school, never mind the kind we've
tried to be. Second, I would like to solicit your input, Dan, on how we can
accomplish the goals that Kelly set out for us in her speech."
I looked at him, and saw that he was quite serious about wanting to make the
school more like what Kelly had called for.
"Sir" - "Call me Kevin, please - you, too, Kelly" - "Kevin, I'm sure you
already know the changes that would be necessary, and how to implement them.
And I'm equally certain that you know that the change would, by necessity,
be a drastic one."
"Yes, Dan, on all counts, as far as you went. But what you're missing,
though, is the fact that it was under my guidance that this school
deteriorated to this point. Not to put too fine a point on it, but since I
let it get this way, I'm not sure I'm the right one to fix it. I'm also told
by a number of people - Jan's and Susan's fathers, for starters - that you
have an uncommonly fine analytical mind. I am also assured that you are
almost painfully honest and truthful, regardless of the potential
consequences. I need both of those traits - desperately, I think."
I looked at Kelly, and she subtlety shrugged to me, as if willing to give it
a try. I looked at the Bishop, and said "Kevin, if you'll give me a few
moments to think it through, I'll give you an off to top of my head
analysis. If you want something more, I'd need a little more time."
"I would be happy with either, or both if you have the inclination. Jenkins,
I believe some refreshment would be called for. Coffee?" he asked Kelly and
I. Both of us nodded, and he went on "Irish, I think, since I'm sure the sun
is over the yardarm _someplace_", with a smile.
I started to go into Deep Think mode, and when he saw me go kind of blank,
started to say something - but I saw Kelly gesture that it was okay, and he
sat back to watch me, interested.
A minute or so later, I came back, and he asked me "Do you mind if I ask
what you were doing just then?"
A little embarrassed, I told him "When I have a problem, I like to
free-associate with it. I kind of go inside myself and pretty much turn my
mind loose to collect anything it runs across. When it gets full, I kind of
pop out of it, and have enough to start working with."
"An interesting technique. How did it work here?"
"Pretty well, I think."
"Please, go on, then."
"First, you've got several problems that you need to address."
At that point, Jenkins came back in, and handed each of us a cup of coffee -
and from the aroma, well-laced with a good Irish whiskey. Where he got it, I
wasn't going to ask.
With a sip of his coffee, the Bishop asked "Those are?"
"First: Institutional mindset - as in, we've always done it this way because
I don't know why, we just DO.
"Second: Loss of focus - are you trying to cycle kids through here, or
educate them and teach them to think?
"Third: With the loss of focus, you've lost purpose - are your teachers here
to teach, or collect a paycheck? How are they evaluated? By who? Using what
criteria? What crosschecks are there to prevent problems one and two?
"Fourth: Beaurocracy - what is the final product of this school? It's the
kids. Anything else should be SECONDARY to graduating well-rounded,
thoughtful, THINKING kids, ready to face the world for the first time in
their lives. Most may well go on to college - how prepared are they,
_really_, to face life on a college campus, away from home for the first
time in their lives?
"Fifth: balance. What does it accomplish if you talk to them about justice,
and have a teacher with the power to arbitrarily punish them for some
imaginary offense? What does it teach them about ethics if a math teacher
crams them in preparation for a state test?
"Sixth, but certainly not last, quality. Get the best teachers you can, and
let them TEACH their subjects. Don't micromanage them, let them TEACH.
That's what they're educated and trained for - they know how, if you just
leave them alone to do it.
"When you've got the smart, educated, motivated teachers, you'll see the
student in this school come alive - they'll WANT to learn, they'll WANT to
think, they'll WANT to do better and better, always wanting to know what's
in the next chapter in their schoolbooks."
"And if there are problems?", he asked.
"That's why you have rules and standards - uniformly and consistently
applied. If a kid sees the captain of the football team get bounced off the
squad and out of school because he got caught smoking dope - regardless of
how the team is doing - he's going to know that he's going to get the same
treatment - no more, no less."
"What do we do about the other problems you mentioned?"
"That depends. Do you want to FIX the problems, or just make them go away?"
"What's the difference?"
"If you FIX them, they don't come back. Just making them go away, they tend
to ooze back in after a while - maybe months, maybe years, but they DO come
back."
"Then let's fix them. How?"
"First, I expect that you're going to wind up firing about half your staff,
for one reason or another."
"Why so many, and for what reasons?"
"So many because the greatest percentage of them are just the kinds of
people that Kelly was complaining about. The rest will be because they
either don't get the message from the first round of firings, or think that
they're somehow immune."
He sighed, and asked "What then?"
"You get the word out - strongly, and in plain language - that this school
WILL turn around, and WILL start graduating the kinds of kids you're
actually _proud_ of. The first round of firings will help make that clear -
IF you actually follow up on it by making the second round, which will last
longer. The first bunch will be your obvious knuckleheads. The second batch
will be the ones that are better at it."
"Then?"
"Then you start looking at what you're doing, and how, and why. You get your
people to start looking at what they're doing - what's good about it, and
what's bad? How could they make it easier, faster, better, cheaper? Then get
them talking to each other, to see if they can't simplify and smooth things
out. To make up an example, WHY would student go to the gym to get their
registration cards, then go to the auditorium to sign up for classes, then
go back to the gym to get their schedules signed off? Why not swap the
registration or signoff with the scheduling, so that any two steps in the
process are close to each other?"
He nodded, and said "I see your point. I'm afraid that even *I* don't know
why we do some of the things we do."
"That's the ticket, right there: if it isn't blindingly obvious WHY you're
doing something, you need to ask why you're doing it at all. If you can't
explain what you're doing to someone else, easily, then it's too damn
complicated. I'm an engineer; the questions I always ask myself about things
are 'What does it do?', 'Is it good or bad? why?', and 'How can I make it
better and cheaper and easier?'."
He nodded again, and turned to Kelly, asking her "Kelly, could you, or would
you, tell me who some of the teachers are that you talked about - the ones
that you, ah, put a pox on?"
She looked at me; I smiled and nodded, and she told him "I could, and would,
My only concern is that I would mention someone that I simply had a
'personality' problem with, by accident. If I could make a suggestion?"
"Of course!"
"Don't just ask me, or a few students. Ask ALL of them. If you do it as a
kind of survey, you can help the students distinguish between teachers they
didn't like, and teachers that didn't _deserve_ to be liked."
"What do you mean? Give me an example."
"Well, for instance, if you ask a student which teacher was hardest on him,
he may give you one answer. But if you also ask him what class he learned
the most in, you might find out that it was the same teacher. But if you ask
him which teacher he hated having for ANY class, you might get a completely
different answer - and if enough kids give you the same answer, you know
what you're looking at."
He smiled at her, and said "That's an excellent idea. Kelly, you are one
student that I can honestly say that I AM proud to have graduated."
She blushed a bit, and said "And one more idea. Go back and look at how many
kids did bad in which classes - and how they did in similar classes before
and after."
"How would that help?"
"Well, if a lot of kids do good in Science, say, except when they had one
particular teacher, you can figure that it's the teacher, not the kids.
Isn't that the kind of thing you're looking for?"
He beamed, and said "It is, indeed. A most valuable insight, Kelly. Would
you like a job? I'm offering you one, right now, as a consultant to this
reorganization. Tell me what you want, and we can negotiate!"
She smiled at him, and blushed again, before telling him "I've already got a
job, thank you. Dan offered me one a long time ago, and I've accepted it. I
don't think I'll have time to work for you like that; but if you really want
my help, I can do that - for the kids that aren't here, yet."
He sighed, heavily, and said "Noblesse Oblige - a concept I was afraid had
been lost. Where did you learn such a thing, Kelly?"
She pointed at me, and said "From him."
He made a face, and said "I was afraid you were going to say that." before
looking at me and saying "Dan, I'm finding that the more I learn of you, and
the more I get to know you, the more amazing you become. Would YOU be
interested in a job?"
"I have my own business, Kevin. Between it, and Kelly, and her friends, my
time is pretty well occupied."
"No doubt. Still, I hope that you would consider becoming one of our
teachers here - you seem to be just the kind of person that you described as
being necessary for our success."
"With the offer coming from you, Sir, I would give it the appropriate
consideration - but make no promises."
"Very well, then, I fear that I must return to my office with little to show
for it but the faint glimmer of restoring our school to it's proper state.
Thank you, both of you, for taking the time to sit with me, and discuss this
matter. Dan, if you think of anything else, or have anything to add, please
don't hesitate to contact me - my secretary knows who you are."
With that, he stood up - as did Kelly and I - and made his way around the
desk, stopping to shake hands with both of us before taking his leave.
When he'd gone, Kelly and I were both surprised when Jenkins cleared his
throat, and said "Mr. Marshall?"
We turned to him, and he said "Since your last visit to this office, I've
had a lengthy discussion with the Bishop, and had more than enough time to
consider the things that you said, and that Kelly wrote in her speech. I've
realized that I was one of the causes of the problems here at this school -
and that there is little that I could do under these circumstances to help
correct it."
I nodded, and told him to continue.
"Accordingly, and with the Bishops blessing, my contract with this school is
being cancelled, so that I can take a job at a smaller school, and try to
get back to doing the kind of work that I *should* be doing. I know of
several of the problem teachers here, and have so advised the Bishop. I
believe I know who you were referring to, Kelly, when you spoke of the one
memorable teacher that proved to be a tyrant - and I can assure you that she
was at the top of the list, with my strong recommendation that she be fired,
with extreme prejudice. If she is - and I believe she will be - she will not
be able to get a job teaching in any school in the country; she is being
forcibly retired, in effect."
He went on "Mr. Marshall, your opinion of me, that day in this office, was
entirely correct - I knew it, even then, but was unable or unwilling to
admit to it. Kelly, I want to apologize to you for putting you through what
I did - that I did it was proof enough of what you had to say in your
speech. I can only hope that the two of you can forgive me, and that I have
the chance to show you that I *can* be the kind of school administrator I
SHOULD be. One of the reasons that the Bishop allowed me to stay in the room
today was so that I could hear what you had to say - both of you. I want to
assure you that I will take what you had to say, and apply it the best I
possibly can to make any school I am at the best it can possibly be. Thank
you."
Kelly and I looked at each other, then him, before I said "Mr. Jenkins, if
you have come far enough to say what you just did, I have no doubt that you
will do fine. If you wish my forgiveness, then you have it - and my best
wishes."
Kelly simply said "And mine, as well."
He looked relieved, and hesitantly offered us his hand - Kelly pushed it
aside to give him a kiss on the cheek; I shook it, and said "This time, Mr.
Jenkins, it was a pleasure to meet you."
He looked relieved, and we wished him a good afternoon before heading back
outside.
We hadn't any more than gotten out the main door before I saw Steve Moore,
Susan's dad, coming toward us. When he got close enough, he stopped and
looked me in the eye before saying "You're a son of a bitch, you know that,
Dan?"
"Okay. Why?"
"Because you keep being *right*, dammit."
"Susan? And your wife?"
He nodded, saying "We sat down a couple nights after I talked to you. and I
had a chance to tell my wife what you'd told me. I let Susan know that you
and I had talked. She didn't say or do a damned thing, just looked at me
like if I decided to ground her for life, it wouldn't really matter - she
already had everything she needed. It definitely got my wife's attention,
since she's always been worried that Susan was too fragile or delicate - so
when Susan just sat there, calmly waiting to see what I had to say, well, it
really startled the hell out of her."
I nodded, and he continued "I did what you suggested, and *told* Susan that
I loved her, and even managed to tell it to her in a way that seemed to
connect with her. I don't think I got it exactly right, but enough to see
she understood what I was saying - it was like her whole face lit up, and it
surprised the hell out of me. Then she turned to my wife, and told HER that
she loved her, the same way she'd told me - and my wife absolutely turned
white when she did it. But after a minute, she was able to tell Susan that
she loved her, and it seemed to connect again. It was the scariest damn
thing I've ever seen."
"But it worked, didn't it?"
"Yeah, you son of a bitch, it worked. Since then, we've all been sitting
down with each other, just two of us at a time, and just _talking_ - about
how we feel about each other, what we like and don't like, what we mean to
each other, and all kinds of stuff. For me, it was damned hard at first, but
after I did it a couple of times, I realized that they both still loved me,
and didn't think any less of me about some of the things that I'd told them.
A few times, Susan went over to see you and Kelly and all the rest, and when
she came back, it was like she was rejuvenated, or something - and I finally
figured out that we were somehow taking something out of her, and she was
using all of you to kind of resupply herself so she could come back and give
it to US. The only thing I can't get around is that it seems like there's
something missing from her, or that she hasn't done yet."
"You are taking something from her, Steve, and there *is* something she
hasn't done yet."
"What?"
"You're taking love from her - because she hasn't learned how to give it
herself, yet."
"What do you mean? Every time we see her, or talk to her, we get love from
her."
"That's just what I mean - you _get_ love from her; she isn't able to give
it to you herself, yet, so all she can do is let you have what you take."
"Well, what does she have to do to be able to do that - give love?", he
asked, obviously concerned about her.
"She hasn't yet _made_ love, so she hasn't learned to give it.", Kelly told
him.
He looked at her, and then me, before saying "Yeah, you did tell me that you
hadn't had sex with her."
"No, Steve. It's not about having sex, it's about making _love_", I
corrected him.
He looked confused for a moment, then said "Same thing, isn't it?"
"Not even close.", Kelly told him, before turning to me and saying "I think
I know why she only comes over to visit, and not to finish it."
Steve heard her, and asked "Not the same? What do you mean? And finish
what?""
Kelly looked at him again, and told him "No, they're not the same, Mr.
Moore. Having sex is what you do when you lead with your genitals. Making
love is what you do when you lead with your heart."
"What?", he asked, obviously confused.
"Have you ever given your wife an orgasm, and not climaxed yourself?", she
asked him.
Having an 18-year-old ask him something like that clearly threw him for a
moment, but he finally answered "No, I don't think so."
"Have you ever had sex with her where the ONLY thing on your mind was making
HER happy?", Kelly asked.
"No, I can't say that I have."
"Then all you have ever done, Mr. Moore, has been to have sex. You don't
seem to have EVER made _love_. There is a world of difference, and Susan
knows that. SHE wants to make love - but knows that you would only think it
was having sex, which is something completely different, and far inferior.
So she keeps coming over to visit us, to draw on our love for her, so that
she can go home and let YOU take some of that love from her. And all because
YOU don't know the difference between love and sex - it's left her in limbo,
so to speak, and until she gets it resolved, she isn't going to be able to
MAKE LOVE - to finish learning what she needs to know to finally be a
complete person, able to GIVE love in infinite amounts.", Kelly told him.
"How can I fix it, or change it, or whatever?"
"I doubt that you could, with Susan, until you know the difference yourself,
Steve. You may have noticed that she's a LOT more perceptive than she used
to be.", I told him.
"She sure as hell is. So what do I do?"
"Learn the difference between having sex, and making love."
"How?"
"The next time you're, uh, romantic with your wife, try thinking about HER.
Find out from HER what she wants - and do it. Go slower. Kiss her more.
Caress her - not just on her breasts, but all over; face, shoulders,
stomach, _everywhere_. Pay attention to how she reacts to what you do - and
if she likes something, keep doing it longer. Make HER happy, without trying
to, uh, take care of yourself.", Kelly told him.
He looked at me, and I said "You love her, don't you?"
"More than anything!", he answered.
"Then SHOW her that, with your words and your actions - let her know that
SHE is the most important thing in your world when you're together in bed.
Treat her the way you *know* she _deserves_ - gently, tenderly, with your
_heart_, not your genitals.", I told him.
He seemed to get the idea, then, and asked "How will that help Susan?"
"When you know the difference, and actually _respect_ what she needs to do,
she'll know it - and then she'll be free to finish. Then you'll have more
love from her than you can handle.", Kelly told him.
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A couple of days later, we were surprised to get a call from Susan, wanting
to know if she could come over for a little while. Since we didn't have any
plans, she was told she could come over whenever she wanted; it wasn't ten
minutes later that Mabel told us someone was at the door - and it proved to
be Susan.
When she came in, she was almost in tears - Kelly and I quickly got her into
the den, and got her on the couch, before sitting down next to her. After
some gentle questioning, we finally got the story: after her dad and mom had
sat down with her, and she'd told them both she loved them, they'd all been
able to start talking more, and understanding each other better - but she
felt that every time she talked with one of them, they were taking some of
her love for them away from her - and she didn't feel like she had enough
inside her for them, and felt like she had to come over to visit us to get
some of OUR love so she wouldn't feel so empty when she talked to them.
Further compounding the problem was that she didn't feel that she was being
honest with us for coming over, that she was taking our love and not giving
anything back.
Kelly and I looked at each other, and I gestured with my head toward the
bedroom. She nodded, and I stood up, then picked up Susan to carry her.
Together, Kelly and I got her into the second bedroom, where I laid her down
on the bed, and Kelly lay next to her. As Kelly slowly unfastened her
clothing, Susan watched me as I undressed. When I was nude, I moved over to
the bed, and helped hold Susan as Kelly managed to peel her clothes off her,
then got up to undress herself. When all three of us were naked, Kelly lay
down on the bed again, and moved next to Susan, on the side opposite me.
Together, we caressed and kissed her as we took turns explaining to her that
it was okay, that we understood, and that she wasn't doing anything wrong by
coming to us for love - that she was more than welcome to all she wanted. We
told her that her dad had talked to us the day before, after the graduation
ceremony, and that we had figured out that he was 'confused' about the
difference between just having sex, and actually making _love_ - but that we
thought he might learn the difference before long.
As we went along, we could see the tension starting to drain out of her, and
between our soothing voices and gentle touches, she eventually fell asleep.
When she did, Kelly and I went into the den for a bit, to talk.
"Damn him. Putting her through this - makes me want to go over there and
kick his ass.", I grumped.
"I know, Dan - I want to kick him, too; but on the other side."
"The bad part is, he's a pretty nice guy, and a helluva lawyer - he's just
got his head up his ass about this."
"Yeah. I hope he gets his act together, before he pushes her into a
breakdown or something."
"No, that won't happen - I'll read him the riot act before it get too close
to anything like that." I said, wanting to do it right then.
"I know. I think we'd better get back in there, before she misses us, don't
you?"
"Yeah. I guess one of us had better stay with her until she's ready to go
home - but if she wants to spend the night, she's welcome to do that, too."
"Damn right!", Kelly agreed.
That settled, we went back into the bedroom, and lay down next to her again
- she started to wake up, and Kelly and I both shushed her and told her it
was okay. She must have recognized my voice because she turned over and
latched onto me before going back to sleep. I held her there, and after a
couple of minutes, when I was sure she wasn't going to wake up again, told
Kelly "Go ahead, I'll stay here with her for a while. Check back once or
twice, in case I need a break for something." She nodded, and got up to
leave us alone.
Maybe an hour later, I thought I heard a car, but when nothing happened,
decided I was just imagining things.
About the time I started to feel the need for a bathroom break, Kelly came
in - wearing just a long T-shirt, to my surprise - and asked if everything
was okay. I told her that I did need a few minutes, and she quickly offered
to take over for a while. Going slowly and carefully, we managed to swap
places, so that Susan wasn't disturbed. Back on my feet again, I headed for
the bathroom, then the kitchen for a bottle of water.
When I walked into the den, I was greatly surprised to find Steve and his
wife sitting there - but not as surprised, I think, as they were at my lack
of attire.
I started to get a robe, and then decided "hell with it - it's MY house!",
before sitting down in a chair, facing them.
I looked at them for several moments before Steve cleared his throat, and
said "Dan, this is my wife, Linda."
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Linda.", I said.
She hesitated a moment, and said "A pleasure to meet you, too, Dan. Steve
has spoken well of you, as has Susan."
After taking a healthy swallow of my water, I said "It seems that I've
walking into the middle of something. Why don't you tell me how you happen
to be in my house?"
Steve cleared his throat, and said "Uh, a little while ago, we got a call
from Kelly, telling us that we - us and you and her - needed to talk, about
Susan. We asked her what about, and she told us that she thought Susan was
getting close to a breakdown, and that it needed to be stopped. Both of us
take such talk seriously, of course, and came right over. When she let us
in, Kelly was, ah, nude, and when she saw that we weren't comfortable with
that, put on a shirt, telling us that your house was much more, er,
informal."
"Yup. My house, I do as I please. But me sitting here with my willie hanging
out doesn't have a damn thing to do with the fact that you two -
particularly you, Steve - are pushing that poor girl toward the nuthouse." I
didn't know what Jan had said to them, and didn't much care - I wanted to
get their attention, FAST.
"What do you mean?", Linda asked, slightly offended.
"I mean that ever since she had what I told Steve was an epiphany, and all
of you started sitting down and actually *talking* to each other, and
_communicating_, you two have been sucking all the love Susan has right out
of her."
"I don't believe it!", Linda said.
I stood up, and said "No? Then follow me, and SEE what your daughter looks
like when she gets here!"
They stood up, and I led them back to the bedroom where Susan was - I opened
the door, and when Linda saw what Susan looked like, she stifled as small
gasp, and put her hand over her mouth. Steve only stood there and stared,
the pain clear on his face. Kelly just glared at them.
Then I closed the door, and led them back to the living room, where they sat
down on the couch, holding each other for a while before turning to me
again.
"What happened to her?", Linda asked, on the verge of tears.
"YOU did.", I answered.
"Now wait just a damn minute...", Steve started - but I cut him off, saying
"Wait just a damn minute yourself, asshole. I meant what I just said - not
just to Linda, but you, too. You asked me at the graduation the other day
what you could do to help her - and Kelly and I BOTH told you how you could
not only help Susan, but yourself and Linda, as well. Apparently, you didn't
listen worth a damn, because you can see for yourself how much help you've
been!"
He got a guilty look on his face, and as both of them looked at me,
continued in a calmer voice "I know that both of you love her - but she
loves you, too, and it's tearing her up. Not for anything you've done
*wrong*, exactly, but for something you haven't gotten right. Linda, has
Steve told you what I told him - about what I've taught Susan?"
She nodded, and I went on "I can only assume that neither one of you really
understands it, yet. So I'm going to sit here and explain something to you,
and hope that it finally gets through to you - and that when it does, you'll
understand what you need to do to take this horrible burden off your
*daughter*, for chrissake!"
Both of them nodded, and gave me their full attention.
"I love Susan. Not like you do, but just as much - the same way that YOU
love each other and love Susan - different, but equally."
They nodded their understanding, and I went on "One of the things that I've
helped Susan understand is that love, full, honest, total LOVE, is basically
an exchange of VALUES. That we love people for the good things we see in
them, and we love ourselves for the good things we see inside."
More nods.
"I've also shown her that we love other people because they love US; that we
love them because they see the good in us, and value it, and love us because
of it. We love them because of the good - the VALUES - that we see in them;
and they love us for the same reason: because of the good - the values -
they see in us."
They were still with me.
"Where the problem comes in is that if the other person doesn't see OUR
values, then they don't love US, or at least, not as much. And when that
happens, we don't love them, or as much. So love is a trading of good, of
values; and the degree of love is the quantity and worth of those values. So
where there are unequal values, there can only be unequal love."
Okay, so far.
"If there is unequal love, then the person giving the most is, essentially,
being robbed - they are giving higher values than what they are getting in
return; nobody would take fifty pounds of fertilizer for fifty pounds of
gold - at least, not willingly, right?"
They nodded again.
"Now, something else I've shown her - notice that I'm saying SHOWN her; not
'taught' her, not 'made her believe', but SHOWN -- is that it's perfectly
okay to *give* someone your love, and not expect anything in return; but
ONLY if you are doing so willingly, of your own free will, and to the degree
that you are willing to do it."
They're doing fine, and tracking right along with me.
"The problem with Susan is that I've shown her all this, and she's learned -
on her own - how it works, and how to do it. Except for one last, crucial
step."
"And that is?", Linda asked.
"How to give love - in such a way that it never runs out. Essentially, how
to tap into an unlimited supply of boundless love, for whoever needs it."
"And how do you learn such a thing?", she asked.
"By making _love_ with another person."
"Sex?"
"No - and that is EXACTLY the mistake Steve made, too. And it is that making
of 'having sex' and 'making love' that is keeping Susan from being able to
tap into that supply of love that I told you about."
"How so?"
"Because SHE knows they aren't the same - and YOU TWO don't. But because
you're her parents, and she loves and respects you, the conflict between
what she KNOWS, and what you THINK is preventing her from taking the final
step of making love, and learning how to access all she would ever need or
want. SHE knows that if she made _love_, it would free her - but at the same
time, she knows that if she did that, YOU TWO would only think she'd had
sex; and not VALUE - not LOVE - her because you didn't appreciate the
distinction."
"So you want to have sexual relations with our daughter.", she said.
"Are you stupid? Haven't you been paying attention to what I've been saying?
Once again, in a different way, here's the difference: dogs on the street
have sex. People, that care for each other, that value each other, that LOVE
each other, make LOVE. Okay?"
With that, I could see Steve beginning to comprehend it - but Linda was
still stuck.
"But you're still the one that wants to do this.", she declared.
"Linda, what *I* want is completely irrelevant. It's what SUSAN wants, even
needs. If I thought she could accomplish it with the first guy or girl
coming down the street, I'd roll out the red carpet and open the door myself
for her. Hell, I'd break out the champagne, and cook them breakfast
afterwards, if I thought it would help! Don't you get it yet? ALL I CARE
ABOUT IS SUSAN - that she's happy, healthy, and loved. Whether it's me, you,
or anyone else that does it doesn't matter a tinker's damn to me - only that
it gets done. Why the hell else do you think I'd spend so much of my time,
and energy, and everything else I've got to make that happen? You've seen
her in there - do you really think that if all I was after was her body, I'd
be sitting out here trying to talk to YOU?"
With that little spiel, Steve finally seemed to understand what I'd been
driving at, and said "I believe you, Dan. In fact, I think you've already
made love to her - in every way *except* physically; and she's a better
person, because of it. I *do* see the difference between having sex and
making love - and can respect that she would choose one over the other."
Linda turned to look at him as though she'd suddenly noticed that he had
bolts in his neck.
He turned to her and said "Honey, if all he wanted was sex, he could have
had her a long time ago. If he wanted her worship, he could have had that,
easily. But I know this man, and what kind of person he is - how honest and
truthful he is, and how much integrity and courage he has. There isn't a
doubt in my mind that he is speaking God's honest truth to us, sincerely and
honestly. But all he wants is what we do: the very best for her. And through
him, she's found something that is good, and loving, and caring, and
sincere. If there's something she needs to do to have all that, and more,
than I'm more than happy to let her do it - or even encourage her. or help
her."
"But...", Linda started to say something, but Steve quickly put a finger
over her lips, and told her "No, there's nothing left to say here, to me, or
to Dan. I've made my decision. Go on out to the car, and I'll be there in a
minute; when we get home, we'll talk about it, and I'll explain it all to
you."
She gave me a dirty look - hurt my feelings terribly, it did - and left.
When she was gone, Steve looked at me, and said "I finally understood what
you told me the other day, when I called you. And what you and Kelly told me
after the graduation. And I CAN respect the choice she makes - because it's
the right one for HER. How the hell did you figure all this out?"
"The pieces were there the whole time; I just got lucky and saw how they
fit."
"I think there was more than luck involved - but however it happened, I've
got you to thank for making my daughter far happier than I've ever seen her
before - and even happier after this. Could I talk to her, and tell her it's
okay, now?"
"That's your call, of course - but if you want to let her sleep, you can
dictate a message to her through my home control system."
"Your what?"
"Home control system. Voice activated. Automation, all that neat stuff.
Wanna see?"
"Sure-"
"Mabel!"
"Yes, Sir?"
"Den lights to fifty percent, please. Music, jazz, volume one point zero."
The lights dimmed, and music came out of the speakers - a local jazz
station, at low volume.
Steve just sat there, amazed.
"Den lights to full. Music off."
The lights went back to full brightness, and the music died.
"That's all."
"Thank you , Sir."
He looked at me and asked "What else does it do? Who's Mabel? Who did this?"
I grinned, and said "Mabel is the system - Machine Access By English
Language; voice activation, right? It maintains air temperature, does alarm
clock stuff, can make coffee in the morning, handles all the phone, audio
and video, fire alarms, security, and about anything else I could think of;
I did it."
He just stared at me a few moments before I reminded him "You can leave
Susan a voice message, and make it as private as you want."
"How?"
"Just call Mabel's name. When she answers, say 'voice message for Susan'.
When Mabel says 'recording', say your piece, and when you're done, just say
'end of message'. If you only want Susan to hear it, just say 'private'
instead of 'voice': 'private message for Susan'. Mabel knows her voice, and
whether or not anyone else is in the room with her. If it's private, Mabel
won't play it back until Susan's alone - and the door is closed."
He looked at me, shaking his head, before saying "This is simply too much. I
don't care if anyone else hears it; as long as Susan does."
"Okay, then. I'm going to go into the kitchen so you can have some privacy,
anyway. Need me to show you out?"
"I don't think so. Why, can't Mabel do it?"
"Sure - if you didn't mind asking her!"
He gave me the finger, and I laughed as I headed for the kitchen. Before I
got there, I paused and watched as he got started.
"Mabel?"
"Yes, sir."
"Voice message to Susan"
A pause, then "Recording"
At that, I went into the kitchen, and sat there finishing off my water. A
few minutes later, I heard the front door close.
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Kelly and I were both next to her when Susan woke up. She looked at both of
us, and tried to smile.
Both of us kissed her, and asked her if she was feeling better. She said she
was, and I asked if she wanted to stay there, or go into the den. She said
the den sounded good, so we got up - and when she got out of the bed, I
picked her up and carried her to the couch before setting her down again -
over her mild protests that she was fine.
Kelly asked her if she wanted a cup of coffee or anything, and she admitted
that a cup sounded pretty good. Kelly went in and got it, bringing out a cup
for all of us.
As we sat there sipping it, I told Susan "We were worried about you. A lot."
She looked at her lap, and Kelly said "No, it's okay - you didn't do
anything wrong - like Dan said, we were just worried about you; because we
love you, and care about you."
Susan started to tear up again, and I quickly told her "It's okay, Susan. We
understand. Jan called your parents, and they came over here and we had a
nice talk. Your dad left a message for you when you want to hear it."
"You asked my folks over here? Why?"
"Because we love you and care for you and were worried about you, silly!",
Kelly told her.
"Susan, it's okay - really. When you listen to the message your dad left,
you'll understand, okay?"
"What happened?", she asked.
"Jan invited them over, so she should be the one to start telling this.", I
said.
Jan gave me a dirty look - it hurt as bad as the last one I'd received - and
started telling Susan what had happened.
"When you fell asleep in there, I was really, really worried about you -
worried enough that I called your folks. After you talked to us, you know,
before we took you in the bedroom, you told us that they were really making
things tough for you, so I wanted to talk to them and find out what was
going on. When they got her, I kind of shook them up a little bit, and then
let Dan have them. He can tell you the rest."
"Shook them up? How?", Susan asked.
"She answered the door naked.", I told her.
Susan giggled, and got an amused expression on her face before saying "Yeah,
I suppose that would do it. What then?"
"Well, she came in there where I was holding you, and offered to take over
for me. She kinda forgot to tell me that your folks were here, so I got a
bottle of water, and went into the den - and there they were, and there I
was, naked as a jaybird."
"Did you put something on?"
"No, why should I? This is my house!"
She giggled again, and said "What did they do?"
"Your mom hinted that I should put something on, like Jan did, but I just
ignored her. We talked for a little bit, and then I kind of explained things
to them, so they could try to understand a little bit about what we're like
here. Your dad got it way before your mom, and when she tried to fuss, he
basically told her to shut up and let him handle it. That was when he made a
voice message for you, and left."
"Can I hear it?"
"Sure - just ask Mabel to play your voice messages.", I told her. "We can
leave for a bit, if you want to listen to it alone."
"No, that's okay. Mabel!"
"Yes, Ma'am."
"Voice messages for Susan"
"You have one voice message."
"Play message."
After a second, Steve's voice came out of the speakers.
"Susan, honey, I'm sorry that I have to leave you a message like this. Not
because I don't like to talk to you, or because I don't love you, but
because of what it means that I have to even leave it.
"I know, now, that your mother and I have been kind of a drain on you these
last few weeks, and I'm sorry, for both of us. But I want you to know that
you've also been a lot of help to us, too.
"Your mother and I didn't know how much of a strain we'd put you under until
today, when Kelly and Dan asked us to come over - and we got a chance to SEE
it for ourselves. Honey, I'm sorry, I truly am.
"I want you to know that, thanks to Kelly and Dan, I understand - a little
bit - what they mean to you, and how very much you mean to them. And I
understand that there's something that you want to do.
"Dan talked to your mother and me, and I finally understood how we were
putting you under so much stress. And thanks to Dan, I understood WHY it was
stressful for you. And even more, I understood how it was me that was
causing it.
"Susan, I want you to know that I understand, now, that having sex, and
making love, are two very different things - and that actually making *love*
is so much better than simply having sex. I also understand that *making
love* is something that you feel you have to do - because you think it's
right for YOU. I understand that, honey, and I respect it - a lot. When you
make a choice like that, it tells me that you're grown up now - but I also
know that I still love you, and that you still love me, no matter WHAT
happens with us, or between us. So I'm asking you to forgive me, and your
mother; and telling you, because I love you, to go ahead and do what you
want to do because I respect your choice,
"Dan and Kelly have told me that you're welcome to stay there as long as you
want - and I'm telling you that it's okay with me, too. I know that they
love you as much as I and your mother do, and that you love them. So stay,
and have fun, and enjoy yourself. We'll love to see you when you get home.
"I love you, Susan."
By the end of it, Susan was crying, quietly, as was Kelly - and I have to
admit that I felt a few twinges, myself.
It took Susan a few seconds to realize that the message was over, and when
she did, she quietly slid into my arms, letting me hold her as Kelly moved
over to hug her, too.
After a bit, she pulled back from me, and said "I'm free now. And ready."
Even as Susan and I kissed, Kelly was doing her part - kissing Susan's arms
and shoulders and neck while caressing her body. Sometimes, both of us would
go to work on the same breast or ass cheek; other times, we'd each work in
our own area, keeping Susan stimulated as much as possible.
When things got crowded on the couch, we easily moved to the floor - and
expanded our explorations of each other. I soon found that Susan's labia
were thin and long, and between them lay a delightfully sweet/musky smell
and taste. I enjoyed bringing her to her first orgasm while she and Kelly
kissed and caressed and fondled each other - and Susan even dared to dip a
finger into the center of Kelly's womanhood, and sample the nectar she found
there.
As Susan took the initiative to take me into her mouth, Kelly was between
her thighs, sampling the delights I'd found - and bringing Susan to another
climax, shortly followed by my own as Susan swallowed every drop she could
draw from me. As I recovered, the two of them joined, head to pelvis, and
delighted in bringing each other to a slow, powerful orgasm. Susan insisted
on reinvigorating me, and when I was ready, moved onto my lap, positioning
herself as Kelly held me steady and guided her. All of us were pleasantly
surprised when it turned out that Susan's hymen was thin and delicate - it
didn't seem to trouble her in the slightest as she slid herself onto me; her
more than ample lubrication making the process smooth and easy for her. When
she was fully impaled, Kelly moved behind her, holding her breasts and
kissing her as Susan first adjusted to, then learned to enjoy, my presence
in her.
When she tired, Kelly and I eased her onto her back, and as I started to
move in her, she guided Kelly to a position over her, so that she could
again sample the nectar of Kelly's womanly flower as Kelly and I kissed. It
did not take her long to bring Kelly to release, and then for me to do the
same for her - listening to her shouts of joy and release as she was
overwhelmed by it. When it was over, she was still anxious for more, and
moved to her hands and knees, so that I could take her from behind. Kelly
moved under her; as even as Susan put her head between Kelly's thighs, Kelly
was already applying her nimble tongue to Susan's clitoris - and my
erection.
Surprisingly, Kelly was the first of us to climax, and when it was over,
managed to drag herself out from under Susan - a fortuitous move, since it
wasn't much later that Susan found her release - and as she did, so did I,
filling her with my semen, and triggering an even stronger series of spasms
for her when she felt it. With both of us near exhaustion, we all but
collapsed - and would surely have squashed Kelly has she not already moved.
Temporarily satiated, we lay there, holding and caressing each other as we
regained our senses, and returned to normal pulses and blood pressures. When
she'd recovered, Susan grabbed both of us, and hugged us fiercely, telling
us "Oh, THANK you!", over and over again. We took her into our arms and held
her, hugging her and kissing her softly for quite a while, before hunger and
thirst got the better of us.
Over the next several hours, we all made love with each other, in pairs,
with the third acting as facilitator and encourager. Only when we were all
thoroughly exhausted, and entirely too sticky, did we stop for a quick - if
fun - shower, then sleep; only to resume again when we woke up.
It was a full 24 hours before Susan wore us out - and then called in the
reinforcements. Over the next few days, she went on to exhaust Jan, then
Robyn, followed by Sandra and Candice. We were sure she must have slept
sometime - but none of us could actually catch her at it. Only when all of
us took turns on her did we finally manage to completely satiate her, and
reduce her to a mass of erogenous flesh, whereupon she finally dropped into
sleep.
On the fourth day after she made an appearance at our door, she was ready to
finally go home - happily, and finally able to freely give anyone all the
love they wanted, and more.
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EPILOG
That all happened several years ago. Since then, thinks have changed, as I
knew they must - and turned out far better than I'd dared to hope.
All of the girls went on to college, pursuing a variety of careers:
Jan is now a high school teacher - back at the very school she'd graduated
from. She comes over to visit often, and we always have a good time, whether
it's in bed, or not. She has found a nice guy, and all of us agree that he's
pretty close to 'getting it' - Jan loves him, and he her. Robyn teasingly
made a play for him once, and he was horrified - and promptly told Jan about
it. Robyn scared him so bad, she finally had to explain to him that she'd
been teasing, and apologize. He's still kind of twitchy around her, though.
Susan went on to become a lawyer - specializing in helping battered women.
She's not particularly rich, but too happy with what she's doing to care.
She absolutely terrifies the lawyers she goes up against - nothing seems to
scare her or shake her up; and they know if they make *any* mistakes, she's
going to roll over them like Nazi Panzers versus Polish horse cavalry. When
one irate wife-beater tried to attack her outside of court, she dropped him
in nothing flat, sending him to the hospital - and then sued him spitless
when he got out.
Robyn, to everyone's surprise, became a cop - and a damn good one, by all
accounts. She heads the domestic abuse and sex crimes department. Rumor has
it that when she busted a guy that had raped a twelve year old, she stuck
the muzzle of her .357 in his eye, pulled the hammer back, and told him "Go
ahead. Blink. Burp. Fart. Do *anything* to give me an excuse!". Scared him
so bad, he soiled his pants. Her cases are airtight, and have never been
lost in court.
Candice is a journalist - reporting for a major newspaper chain, she makes
the front pages a lot with her stories on official corruption, government
inefficiencies, and such. When a spokesperson comes out to explain it all
away, she's right there to hammer them over every lie, using their own
documents to do it. Whenever she's in town, all of us get together, and have
a good time.
Sandra finished up as a psychologist. Her field of expertise is troubled
kids; she seems to be able to work miracles with them, and is considered the
BEST. People from all over the country come to her, and leave happy - as do
their kids.
True to his word, the Bishop did a _major_ overhaul of the school - now it's
again considered the top private school in the state - parochial, or not.
Any kid we graduate is virtually guaranteed a job on graduation - at well
over minimum wage. Businesses have learned what we're doing here, and they
know our kids are smart, and motivated. Some of the parents fussed at first
- but when they saw the changes in their kids, quickly quieted down, and
appreciated their good fortune. The Bishop finally managed to convince Kelly
and I to teach classes at the high school. We're each there only one day a
week, so it works out reasonably well. Kelly's class is Philosophical
Discussions - but it gives her the cover she needs to teach the kids about
love. Mine is Problem Analysis - and I teach them how to *think*. Both
classes are nominally considered electives - but they're always full. Our
football team is mediocre, at best - but everyone is proud of our debating
team, which tends to kick ass, and the hell with names. Ditto our math and
science teams.
Paul was made a partner of the store he worked at - and is making a lot more
money for a lot less work; and enjoying life a lot more, now. He met a nice
lady friend, and they see each other enough that we wonder if there isn't
something going to happen between them. Jan likes her, as do the boys, so
it's a good sign.
Steve Moore and I have become pretty good friends. After Susan went off to
college, he and his wife found out that they simply didn't get along any
more, and divorced - amicably enough. Susan had kind of suspected something
about them, and wasn't particularly distraught by it - she still visits both
of them on an equal basis.
Kelly majored in Mathematics, with a minor in Philosophy. She has bachelors
degrees in both, and is working on a degree in Business Administration. She
went to work for me, you see, and was good enough to more than double my
customer base. It's a good thing, too - she's pregnant, When she graduated
college, I asked her to marry me - and she agreed only if she could get some
of my wigglers from the doctor and have my baby. Whether it's an innie or
outie, we don't know - we want to be surprised. She and my secretary adore
each other - I think the two of them plot against me, just for the fun of
it.
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