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Kelly's Adventures 2 (Mf, cons, young teen)

by Dorsam
dorsai@mail.com


All of us were surprised when Mabel announced a visitor about mid-
afternoon. I told Mabel to show us who it was; when Kelly and I saw that
it was Bishop Ferguson, we just grinned at each other before Kelly went
to let him in. All four of us had been in the den, reading while trying
to listen to music over Cat's purring (Marilyn would even rub Cat's ears
while reading). When Kelly brought the Bishop in, Marlyn and Marilyn
were both quick to put away what they'd been reading to meet him - then
stunned when Kelly told them who he was. She showed him a seat and asked
if he'd like anything - he said that as warm as it was outside, a beer
sounded pretty good. Kelly looked at me, and I nodded that it sounded
pretty good to me, too. She went into the kitchen, and then came out a
couple minutes later with two beers and sodas for the rest of them.
After taking a swallow of his beer, the Bishop told them that he just
wanted to stop by and meet them - particularly Marilyn, who was
embarrassed to be the focus of such high-powered attention. He told them
about the charity drives that the diocese had started, and whose idea it
had been - getting me looks of awed appreciation from both of them. He
went on to tell them that they were both welcome to attend any Mass or
other services that they wanted - and that if they needed a ride to get
to the church, he would make sure they had it. Both were almost
overwhelmed that a Bishop would take such steps to help them, and
thanked him profusely. He waved it off, telling them that it was his
pleasure. He went on to ask both of them if they would have any
objections if he made mention of the fact that Marilyn was one of the
children from the orphanages, so that the membership could see what kind
of people they were helping. Marilyn was embarrassed at the idea - not
because of having been in the orphanage, but simply because of the
attention; but both of them agreed, if he thought it would help. He
assured them it would.

With a mischievous twinkle in his eye, Bishop Ferguson turned to me and
asked "Dan, have you told them how we came to know each other?"

Kelly grinned to see me on the spot, knowing what was coming. I just
told him "No, it didn't seem pertinent, really."

He laughed, and said "I'll bet" before turning back to start telling
them about how I'd threatened to sue the Church. I got the appropriate
dirty looks at the right points in the story, while Marlyn and Marilyn
looked at Kelly in something akin to awe to learn she'd been
Valedictorian of her class. As he got to the end of the story, and how
I'd gone on to help the Church, I was granted provisional forgiveness.
By the time he finished, they'd apparently upgraded me to full
absolution, judging by the expressions on their faces - I could see on
Marlyn's that she understood that I had actually helped the Bishop,
despite the rough start to our obvious friendliness. That he could tell
it the way he did, joking during the story, did a lot to help.

He chatted with them for a little while longer, telling them when
different Masses were held, asking them questions about the Philippines
and the orphanage, and so on. It didn't take him long to get both of
them relaxed at being in his presence.

When he'd finished his beer, the Bishop got up in preparation to leave.
Marlyn looked at him and asked "Your Grace?"

He looked at her, and in response to her unspoken question, nodded. She
and Marilyn both quickly moved to kneel on the floor, where he made the
Sign of the Cross over them, and spoke a blessing for them. Both looked
very happy with what he'd done when they stood up again.

I got up to show him out, and when I returned, both of them were in
animated conversation with Kelly who was explaining to them that neither
she nor I were actually Catholic - that we'd come to know the Bishop
only by way of her attendance at a Catholic school. That seemed to amaze
them even more than the simple fact that we knew him.

Sunday morning, Marlyn and Marilyn were both surprised and overwhelmed
when it was Bishop Ferguson that came to give them a ride to Mass. He
assured them that it wasn't a problem, and that he just wanted to be
sure they knew they were welcome to attend any one of the churches in
the area. Marilyn was embarrassed by all the attention she received, but
stuck it out for the sake of the other children still in the orphanages.
They were a little late getting home because so many of the membership
wanted to welcome them to the U.S., and chat with them - by the time
they made their escape, neither one doubted that they were welcome
guests.

Monday morning, we started a pattern that was to last the rest of
Marlyn's visit: I took her to my client's office, and one of the
employees would bring her home at the end of the day. In between, any
one of the eligible young men in the company was more than happy to take
her to lunch, or even bring something back for her if she was busy - as
she often was. The person she went out with for lunch the most was Ted;
with the two of them going to be working together in the Philippines, it
made perfect sense.

At home, any one of Kelly, I, Jan, Susan, Sandra, or Robyn would spend
at least a few hours a day with Marilyn. Her particular favorites were
the other four, but she was perfectly happy with the time and attention
that Kelly and I showed her, as well. I got her started on one of my
computers, showing her the Internet and all the things she could do on
it. Between that, all the books Kelly and I had, our stereo system, and
cable TV, she didn't mind spending a little time by herself, either. Her
favorite thing, though, seemed to be reading - particularly with Cat on
her lap. When Jan found out about that, she took Marilyn book shopping -
coming home with about fifty pounds of assorted books that Marilyn had
chosen. To everyone's surprise, they covered everything from trashy
romance novels to literature to science; there didn't seem to be
anything Marilyn DIDN'T have an interest in. Marlyn worried about all
the books; she didn't want to have to tell Marilyn she had to leave them
behind, but couldn't see how to get them back to the Philippines. I did
some checking on the Net, and found a relatively local place that
handled what were called balikbayan boxes - essentially, the customer
could fill the box with whatever they wanted, and the box would be sent
along with a lot of other balikbayan boxes to make up a bulk shipment
that would travel by surface freighter. As long as the box didn't
contain anything perishable, it seemed to be a pretty good system. Using
the boxes, Marlyn was able to send all the books when Marilyn finished
them - as well as a number of other things that she knew would be
difficult or expensive to get in the Philippines.

After they had been with us couple of weeks, Kelly took a call one
evening from Candice. She was calling to let us know that she'd handled
the assignments her editor had given her, and was on her way home - and
wanting to know if she could spend a couple nights with us a week later.
Of course, Kelly assured her she was more than welcome; but that
introduced a different problem: when Marlyn heard that we were having
another overnight guest, she was ready to double up on the sleeping
arrangements, sharing her bed with Marilyn so that Candice would have a
place to sleep. Kelly and I talked it over, and finally settled on
letting Kelly tell Marlyn what the situation was - and if Marlyn wanted,
explaining it to Marilyn, as well. I was just as glad that it was a
conversation that *I* wasn't going to have to be a part of.

Kelly made arrangements for Jan and Sandra to take Marilyn out for a
movie, so that she would have both the time and opportunity to have her
talk with Marlyn.

I stayed in the den while Marlyn and Kelly had their talk - which lasted
well over an hour. When it was over, I saw Marlyn give me a Look as she
headed back to her bedroom, while Kelly rejoined me in the den.

"So, how did it go?" I asked.

Kelly made a face, and answered "Better than it could have, I suppose.
She's not real happy about the idea of Candice sharing our bed - she
didn't say it, but I just got the impression she doesn't think as much
of us, now. Once I got started, there really wasn't any way around
telling her that it wasn't just you, but ME and Candice, Sandra, Jan,
Susan, and Robyn, too. Of course, she was worried about Marilyn - again,
she didn't come out and say it, but I think she's worried that one of us
is going to 'do' something to her. I could almost *see* her thinking it,
and I tried to reassure her about it without actually having to talk
about it; she's _really_ uncomfortable about the idea of two women
together. She wasn't as bad about you being with Candice, for some
reason."

I sighed, and told her "It's something in their culture - it's not
uncommon for a married man to have a mistress. That idea is something
she's familiar with, so even though she doesn't much like it, she can
understand it after a fashion. Two women, that's something else - even
though _male_ homosexuality over there is pretty much accepted. Shucks,
there are even annual 'bakla' - or Benny Boy, as we called them in the
Navy - parades. They draw pretty good crowd, too!"

Kelly tried to smile at that, but her heart wasn't in it at the moment.
After a moment, she went on to tell me "Anyway, she knows why she and
Marilyn won't have to double-up in her bed. I also told her that she was
welcome to talk to you, or any one of the others about it, too. She's
going to think about it, and let me know if she wants my help explaining
it to Marilyn before Candice gets here."

I could only nod, and reply "You did what you could. I love both of
them, but not at the expense of losing our love and friendship with the
others. If it gets to be a problem, or she decides she isn't comfortable
here, then we can find her another place to stay - and hope that we
don't lose the friendship. She's a trained nurse, so I know she's got
intelligence - we can only hope that her innate good sense kicks in
before things get too bad for her. All we can really do is treat her as
we always have - with respect and affection."

Kelly released her own sigh before telling me "Well, I suppose I'd
better call Candice and let her know that the reception she gets from
Marlyn might be a little on the cool side."

"That's probably a good idea - I'm sure she'd appreciate the warning." I
answered.

That finally managed to get a smile out of Kelly before she went to make
the call.

When Jan and Sandra brought Marilyn back, I could see that they were
surprised at the reaction they got from Marlyn - but both played it cool
and didn't indicate that they noticed anything out of the ordinary. When
Marlyn took Marilyn back to the bedroom, Kelly and I explained to them
about Candice's upcoming visit, and the talk that Kelly had had with
Marlyn. Both immediately understood the problem, and assured us that
they would continue treating both as they always had - and that they'd
get the word to Robyn and Susan about the situation, as well.

It was a couple days later that Paul invited all of us - Marlyn and
Marilyn included - over to his place for grilled steaks. Marlyn had
maintained appearances with Kelly and me when Marilyn was around, but
both of us could tell that she was still troubled about our
relationships with the other girls. But she'd developed a liking for,
and trust in, Paul; and didn't hesitate to go with us.

After we'd been there an hour or so, Paul pulled me off to the side to
ask "What's up with Marlyn? She talks to you and Kelly okay, but I can
see that it's kind of a strain on her."

I told him about Candice coming to visit, and Marlyn's reaction to
Kelly's explanation of our relationship. He asked if I needed or wanted
any help with the matter, and I just told him "If you think you can add
something, go ahead."

A bit later, supper was ready, and we all sat down to eat. As was
tradition at Paul's place, we held hands as he said a prayer before the
meal. Out of respect for his beliefs, Kelly and I always bowed our
heads, too, while he spoke.

Paul had gently guided Marlyn to sit next to him, and while the rest of
us were chatting among ourselves, I heard him quietly tell her "You
know, Marlyn, Dan is a good friend of mine. We've been friends for
nearly twenty years now, and he has always been there when I needed his
help - whether it was with something simple like my computer, or harder
like watching out for my kids when I had to travel. I know Dan, and I
trust him - he's shown me that he has more good sense and more honesty
and integrity than any three other people that I know. I don't agree
with all of Dan's ideas and such - but more than anything else, I
*respect* him. I know that he would _never_ willingly hurt another
person, unless it was to protect someone else. When Jan was having a
sleepover with some of her friends one time, he stood right here in this
back yard and *fought* to protect one of those girls from an old
boyfriend. Sent the boyfriend and his two helpers to the hospital doing
it - then went over to the girls to comfort THEM. Jan doesn't go to
church much, any more, except to join me and the boys on special
occasions. I'm sad to see her like that; but I'm even MORE happy that
she has friends like Kelly and Dan and all the others. I know that
they're more than just 'friends' - that they're lovers, too, and I'm
okay with that because I love Jan; and know that she's a better person
for having them as friends - and even lovers. I'll bet you didn't know
that it was Jan that told me, right here on this patio, that she wanted
to give DAN her virginity. But *Dan* didn't want any part of it - he
tried to find ways to keep it from happening. As much as it bothered me
to know that my own daughter wanted to lose her virginity, I loved HER
more. And I knew that Dan was the only one I knew and trusted enough to
make it as easy and painless and loving as I wanted it to be for her. I
trusted him enough, and loved her enough, that *I* told _him_ it was
okay with me.

She looked surprised at all of that, and Paul went on.

"Marlyn, you know I'm Catholic. As much as the Church teaches us about
sin and all that, this was one thing that I had to disagree with them
on. I LOVE my daughter, and I don't think that a man and woman making
LOVE is a bad thing. That was something that I've taught Jan and my
boys. I wasn't happy about what she wanted to do, and I tried everything
I could think of to convince her not to - but when everything else was
said and done, there was ONE thing that I *knew*: that I could trust her
with Dan - that he'd be as gentle and caring as I'd want for her. I know
that she still goes over there sometimes, and the two of them make love
- and that she makes love with Kelly, too. The Church teaches us that
things like that are a sin - but honestly, I have a hard time with that.
I see what a good person Jan is, and how happy and everything else she
is. I just can't see how it can be a _sin_ for two people to show love
and affection for each other, whether they're the same sex, or not.

"I told you that I didn't agree with all of the things that Dan does and
believes. Jan has tried to explain it to me at different times, but I
guess I'm just too old, or been a Catholic for too long. But one thing
that I *do* like about his ideas is what they do to people. I used to
worry about Jan - that the bad things in the world would hurt her, or
that she just wasn't strong enough. But since she's been with Dan, I've
quit worrying - I've SEEN what kind of person she has turned out to be,
and I'm proud of her. And I'm just as proud and impressed with all the
other girls that Dan and Kelly and Jan have as friends - I've know them
since they were in high school, and I've SEEN what good people they've
turned out to be. Just look at what they've done with their lives: Jan
is teaching kids at the same school she graduated from; Robyn graduated
with a Criminal Science degree, and is a police officer, *helping* women
and children that have come from abusive husbands and fathers and
families; Susan is a _lawyer_, helping some of the same families that
Robyn does. Sandra is about to graduate as a psychologist, a *doctor*,
and she plans to specialize in helping kids with problems; Candice has a
Journalism degree and works for a newspaper, helping keep our
politicians honest.

"Marlyn, *every* *last* *one* of these young girls that I knew has gone
on to college, and graduated to work in an honorable profession. I don't
think it's a coincidence that this all happened AFTER they became
involved with Dan. So if they want to keep making love with him, or with
each other, I'm not going to worry about it - for all of the good work
they do out here with the rest of us, I can't fault them for any
pleasure they find with each other in private."

 From the corner of my eye, I could see that his little spiel had given
Marlyn something to think about. But having said his piece, Paul didn't
belabor the point; the next thing he started talking to her about was
how things were going with her job, and what her plans were when she got
back to the Philippines.

By the time Candice arrived, Marlyn seemed to have come to grips with
the 'closeness' of the relationships between all of us. She even seemed
to accept that the relationships the girls had with each other wasn't
something she had to worry about affecting Marilyn, and was soon again
welcoming their time with her.

The first meeting between Candice and Marlyn could easily have turned
into a fiasco - but Candice's warmth and openness quickly dissolved any
residual fears or concerns Marlyn had about accepting her friendship.

The first evening, it was just the four of us: Robyn and Susan had
invited Marilyn to spend the night with them, a kind of 'sleepover', to
which Marlyn had agreed. They'd come to collect Marilyn a couple hours
after Candice's arrival, so that Marilyn would have a chance to meet her
before leaving. Marlyn had initially been nervous about Marilyn being
around Robyn's pistol - until she'd learned that Robyn was even more
concerned about it, and kept the weapon inside a locked case when
Marilyn was present, with the sole key to the lock being on a chain
around Robyn's neck.

When Candice yawned as a result of the time zones she'd been through,
Kelly and I urged her to go ahead and go to bed. She initially declined,
but after doing it again a couple minutes later, grinned and said that
she thought she'd better take our advice.

Kelly went with her, leaving Marlyn and I alone in the den. Marlyn and I
watched them heading down the hall, and saw when Kelly reached down to
put her hand on Candice's butt - and when Candice respond in kind.

Marlyn looked at me in curiosity, and asked "You don't mind?"

"Not at all." I told her, before continuing "I love both of them. If
that makes them happy, then I am happy FOR them - the same way that each
of them is happy when I am with the other one."

"How can you love both of them? You are married to Kelly."

"If you were married, would you love ONLY your husband or ONLY Marilyn?"

She shook her head, and I went on "I can love both of them because I
care about both of them. If I was married to Candice, and it was Kelly
that was visiting, it would still be the same."

Intrigued despite herself, Marlyn asked me "Why?"

"Because they are both good people. They are both smart, they both have
good hearts, and they are both honest and sincere. The same with Jan and
Susan and Sandra and Robyn."

"But they are all also very pretty."

"Then that is my good luck - but not the reason that I love them. What
matters to me is what is in their hearts and minds, and even their
spirit - their soul, if you like. All of them will get old and wrinkled
- but I will still love them for what is inside."

"But what they do..."

"What they do is bring each other pleasure and happiness and joy. Why
should it be wrong to do that for someone close to your heart?"

"But the Church says it is a sin."

"You know that we are not Catholic, so we do not worry about what the
Church says. Besides, hasn't the Church said other things that aren't
always true?"

I could see that she had to mull that one over, and got up to make my
own way to bed - leaving her there, deep in thought.

I managed to get up and moving the next morning solely through the
necessity of getting Marlyn to work. Kelly had played a secondary role
to the activity between Candice and me; I knew that she and Candice
would have their own time together after Marlyn and I were gone.

Kelly got to the office around mid-morning, and after giving me a kiss
and whispered "thank you", went to work. The nature of what I was doing
meant that Kelly and I had to stay pretty close to the same point in our
respective tasks. I left the office about an hour early that afternoon,
while Kelly said that she'd stay a little longer to get caught up. We
shared a kiss before I headed home - where I was surprised to find
Marlyn sitting in the den, and no sign of Candice.

Marlyn smiled at the expression on my face, and told me "There was a
small problem on the production floor. It was going to take a little
while to straighten up, and there wasn't anything I could do to help, so
Bill told me I could go ahead and go home if I wanted. I didn't want to
bother you or Kelly, so I called here, and Candice said that she would
get me a ride home. I was very surprised when Robyn stopped at the
factory in her police car to give me a ride! It was the first time I
have ever been in a police car, and I didn't know before how much
happens while she is working, and all the things that she has to do. On
the way here, she told me that if I wanted, I was welcome to ride with
her while she is working some time - she says that they do that all the
time."

After a small grin, she told me "I think I would like that. The police
here are much different than in the Philippines, and I would like to see
how it is here, and what she does."

I told her "I think that you would like it, too. I can promise you, it
will be a lot different than anything else you have done before!"

She laughed at that before seeming to remember something. She sobered
again, and said "Dan, I would like to talk to you."

I replied "Of course", and took a seat at the opposite end of the couch
from her.

She sat there thinking for a few moments, then looked at me before
saying "When I got here, Candice was still here - and we had a chance to
really *talk* to each other. She told me how all of them met you, and
how they tried to tease you and make you a little crazy the first time
all of them were together with you, at Paul's house. And she told me how
you behaved toward them - that you were polite and friendly, and that
you never did _anything_ to make them uncomfortable. She told me about
Kelly's family, and how you were the one that helped her so much and
made her so happy.

"Then she told me how all of them were so unsure and afraid about
themselves, physically. It was something that I could understand; when I
was growing up, before I went to school to be a nurse, I was worried
about things like that, too. She told how Kelly and Jan had a kind of
party for all of them - and how you and Kelly and Jan explained things
to them, and helped them feel better about themselves. I didn't like
that at first, but she made me understand that it was all Kelly and
Jan's idea - that you were there ONLY because *all* of them wanted you
to be, and that you were always careful not to say or do anything to
_any_ of them. The thought of that was very surprising to me, and
bothered me a little; even though I knew you were so careful with them,
I still didn't like it that all of you were naked at the same time. But
then I thought about it like a nurse, and I understood that you had done
a good thing: by helping them with their fear, you were giving them
knowledge - and strength. While I was learning to be a nurse, and after
I got here to work in the hospital, I saw too many young girls that had
problems because of their ignorance about themselves, and boys.

"When I understood that, I knew, a little, what you meant about loving
them the way you do - that you would only do something like that with
them and for them if you really *cared* about them."

I nodded, and she went on "Then Candice told me that you made love with
all of them, except Susan. I was upset again, but Candice told me that
making love with you was THEIR idea - and that you didn't want to make
love with ANY of them until they could prove to you that they were adult
in their hearts and minds; that even then, you were willing to only do
as much as each of them wanted. She told me how both of you were naked
while she was on your lap, and that all you did was to put your arms
around her and hold her before the two of you were physical with each
other - she told me that that was the first time in her entire life that
she felt so happy and *loved* by someone. She said that even when she
was on your lap like that, she knew that she could trust you because all
you did was to hold her - except for the kiss you gave her on the
shoulder. She explained that when you gave her that kiss, she KNEW that
you were willing to be with her like that because you cared about her
for what was in her heart and mind, not her body; and she knew that she
loved you, too, for the same things.

"She said that after you kissed her like that, the two of you talked a
little bit - and she told me a little bit about how she realized what
kind of person you are, and understood why you do the things that you
do. She told me that before she understood that, that you were willing
to just help her learn about physical pleasure, without actually being
inside her. I had trouble believing that, but she helped me to know how
you could do that. I was still surprised when she told me that after she
understood you, it made her *want* to make love with you - that she
*wanted* you to be with her like that. Then she said that she was so
happy when she was with you - she wasn't afraid to let you see her
naked, and let you _look_ at her that way; and that she wasn't afraid to
look at you like that, too.

Again, I just nodded for her to continue, which she did: "She finally
told me how kind and gentle and patient you were - and how you had HER
be the one to be in charge of how you were inside her the first time,
and how very happy you made her."

She took a breath, and went on "That was when Sandra came, and Candice
let her in. Candice told her what we had been talking about, and Sandra
told me the same things that Candice had. She was very specific that
when you were with them, you did not _take_ their virginity; she said
that it was each of them that GAVE it to you - but only after you were
certain that they understood the choice they were making. Sandra tried
to tell me about how you talked to her, and how she realized that you
were someone that she wanted to be like, but I couldn't understand very
much about it. But she told me about how she bled a little bit after you
were inside her - and that you were so concerned about her that you were
still willing to stop, even then, if she was in pain. She said that she
had to convince YOU that it was okay to go on. That is *not* the kind of
thing that I am used to hearing about! I have heard too many other
women, in the Philippines and here, talk about their first time; almost
none of them said that the man was as gentle and caring as you were with
her."

She finished by saying "After they left, I really thought about what
they told me - and what you said to me last night. I remembered how all
of them look at you and Kelly, and how you look at them. I can see that
what is important to all of you is what is in your hearts, and what kind
of people you are - and that you really do LOVE each other. I understand
that what you do with each other is done from love, not lust, and I can
accept that. I don't know that I could ever do it, but I will not think
badly about you because of it. If Marilyn asks me why there are three of
you in a bed, or why the girls kiss each other so much, I will only tell
her that you are sharing your love with each other. If she wants to know
more, I will tell her that it is for you to choose how to share your
love, not us."

"And if she says something about the Church?" I asked.

"Then I will say that you are not Catholic, and that you don't think it
is wrong. She has met enough people that don't belong to the Church that
she can understand that, I think."

I responded by telling her "Thank you, Marlyn. Kelly and I - and all the
rest - care about you and Marilyn very much, and we don't want to lose
our friendship with you. I think you will see that what we share with
each other IS love - perhaps more love that you thought people could
have for each other. It doesn't matter if you think you could ever do
anything like we do - none of us would *ever* say or do anything to make
you think we wanted you to do something you didn't want to do. If it
happens that you decide you are willing to share our love, then you are
welcome to join us as much or as little as you are comfortable with; it
is not our way to push other people to do things they don't want to do,
or are unhappy with."

Marlyn smiled at that, and said "I know that. I thought about the way
that I have seen all of you kiss each other - but when you kiss me, or
anyone else, it isn't so much."

About that time, Candice and Sandra came back - and a few minutes later,
Robyn (still in uniform) and Susan showed up with a very happy, very
excited Marilyn - who promptly started telling Marlyn about all the fun
they'd had the night before. While the two of them were talking, the
girls and I went into the kitchen for a few moments to get something to
drink - and while we were there, I briefly told them about the
conversation I'd just had with Marlyn. All of them seemed happy and
relieved to know that she'd accepted our relationship.

When we got back to the den - with drinks for Marilyn and Marlyn, too -
I could see as Marlyn looked at each of them in such a way as to let
them know that what I'd told them was true. Each of them gave her a
small nod, and smile of thanks.

While Marlyn listened to Marilyn's detailed account of the previous
evening, I saw the others go into what I called one of their huddles:
while not obviously excluding anyone, someone that knew them could see
that they were hatching _something_. After some whispering and head
nodding, it broke up - I knew that whatever it was they were planning,
they weren't ready to put it into play yet. I only hoped that it didn't
have anything to do with me - anyone else was going to have to watch out
for themselves.

After a little time, Robyn and Susan said their goodbyes - and were as
amazed as I was when Marlyn dared to wish them farewell with a kiss on
the lips. Granted, it was very chaste, but the change from kissing their
cheeks was still surprising.

When Marilyn finally ran down, and headed to the bedroom to put her
things away, Candice and Sandra asked her if she and Marilyn wanted to
go shopping with them the next day, Saturday - Candice had decided that
she could stay for the weekend, and wanted to spend more time with all
of them. Marlyn looked hesitant, but they didn't have much trouble
getting her to agree - particularly when they said that they thought Jan
and Kelly would be going, too, making it a "Lady's Afternoon Out" as
Sandra put it. When I heard that, I got my first hint of who their plan
was directed at - but couldn't quite figure out what it *was*.

When they'd gotten the time set up, Sandra said her goodbyes - getting
her own kiss back from Marlyn, and another on the cheek from Marilyn who
showed up just in time. Marilyn busied herself with cleaning up the den;
on her own insistence, she'd taken charge of light cleaning - which
included cleaning out Cat's litter box. Candice took the opportunity to
sit on the couch next to me before pulling my arm around her waist.
Marlyn didn't bat an eye, other than to move to a chair so that Candice
and I would have room to stretch out a little bit. Marilyn didn't seem
to notice or care. Kelly was her Tita Kelly, I was her Tito Dan; she
seemed to think that anything either of us did was just fine - with the
_possible_ exception of human sacrifice.

We were still like that, watching TV, when Kelly came home an hour later
- giving me a raised eyebrow when she saw Candice with my arm around
her, and Marlyn sitting across from us while Marilyn lay on the floor.
When she came over to kiss us, I whispered to her "later". Candice and I
watched in amused anticipation when Kelly went over to kiss Marlyn, too
- and her surprised reaction to what Marlyn had in store for her.

Later that night, Candice and I explained to Kelly about the discussions
she'd had with Candice and Susan, and then me. Kelly was obviously
pleased by the change in Marlyn, and had a smile on her face as the
three of us settled into bed.

The next morning, I woke up to find myself spooning with Candice - who
was spooning with Kelly. From the bathroom, I made my way into the
kitchen to get the coffee started, then on into the den with the morning
paper. Late, when everyone was awake, it was pancakes for everyone
(Marilyn's favorite) - followed by a morning of cartoons. Marlyn tried
to object that we were spoiling her, but quieted down when I softly
pointed out that she'd have to do without all of it, soon enough.

The three of them were dressed and ready when the others showed up at
1:00 for their afternoon together. I was still in my robe, and got
discretely groped a couple of times as they said their goodbyes before
leaving.

After an afternoon of reading and listening to classical music, I was
ready when they got home in early evening.

It was when I saw the bags they were carrying that I realized that
Marlyn and Marilyn had merely been targets of opportunity for their
plans - *I* was apparently the ultimate goal. I didn't doubt that it was
going to be an interesting evening when virtually everything in their
hands carried a logo with a common theme: Victoria's Secret, Lingerie by
Linda, Boudoir Essentials, and so on.

Kelly distributed her packages to the others and came over to where I
was sitting in my favorite chair. The others - except for Marlyn and
Marilyn - just giggled as they trooped back toward the bedrooms.
Planting herself in my lap, Kelly told me "We had a *really* nice time
this afternoon. We all had a really nice talk with Marlyn, and she
really is fine about all of us - and even you. So we celebrated with
some shopping, and we're going to show you what we bought."

I gave her the fisheye, and she laughed before I told her "From the
logos on those bags, I've got a pretty good idea what you bought."

She just grinned, and said "Yeah, but we still want you to see it. On
us."

"And Marlyn is okay with this?"

"Well, she was a little nervous at first, but we reminded her what a
gentleman you are, and she decided that she wanted to do it, too. I
think it's her way of saying thank you for being so patient with her
about all this. And even Marilyn is joining in. Of course, they didn't
have any stuff like ours in her sizes, but we went to some department
stores and found some *really* cute stuff for her."

At my raised eyebrow, Kelly told me "Really, she wants to. I don't think
you understand how much she loves you - it's like she almost worships
you, and she's SO happy when you compliment her about something. You're
the only real guy in her life that's been nice to her. Marlyn
understands that, and she knows you'd never *do* anything with Marilyn,
so she's fine with it. So just sit back and enjoy the show!"

There wasn't anything else for me to do but tell her "Just remember: if
I have a heart attack, YOU have to explain to the coroner how it
happened!"

Kelly just laughed and gave me a kiss before joining the others in
whichever bedroom they were in.

I went in to get myself a beer, and had barely settled back into my seat
when the bunch of them flowed into the living room.

The rest of them had remembered the advice I'd given them about
selecting things for themselves from the first 'fashion show' they'd
given me - and apparently relayed it to Marlyn, and even Marilyn.

Candice, Jan, Susan, Sandra, Kelly, and Robyn were wearing an assortment
of teddies, bustiers, camisoles, negligees, panties, thongs, g-strings,
and anything else they could find - and between the six of them, the
stuff couldn't have weighed more than a couple of ounces. If beauty,
sexiness, and pure desirability had been the only criteria, I couldn't
have picked just _one_ of them if my life had depended on it. Marlyn's
outfit was somewhat tamer - but not a lot. It was clear that she had
small, dark nipples capping her firm breasts; below, the small dark
smudge of her pubis was obvious. When she saw me looking at her, she
blushed - but didn't turn away or try to conceal herself. She visibly
relaxed when she saw me smile my appreciation of her physical charms.
Marilyn was shyly waiting her own turn for my perusal - happily sporting
a soft, thin cotton outfit that made it clear she was female: it fit
snugly enough that I could make out the shape and color of her nipples
where they distorted the fabric of her bra. Her panties were molded to
the shape of her mons, hinting at the cleft behind them. With more and
better food available to her, I could see that Marilyn had added a
couple of necessary pounds to her frame, softening its gentle curves.
Both of them were delighted when I said "Dalawang maganda Filipinas!"
(Two beautiful Filipinas)

With what could only be the first of several rounds over, each of them
stopped to give me a kiss before heading back to the bedroom - and
getting a pat on the fanny in return. When Marilyn kissed me on the
cheek, I kept my hands to myself, only to see a look of mild
disappointment on her face as she left. Marlyn's reaction was the same,
if less obvious, when I showed similar restraint with her.

Several minutes later, they came in to show off their next set of
outfits. Kelly paused by me long enough to whisper "they're feeling left
out" - then putting her hand on one of her ass cheeks as she walked
away. It took me a second before I realized: not only Marlyn, but
Marilyn, would _welcome_ a pat on the butt from me. I gave Kelly a
discrete nod, and she smiled back before I looked them over again.

All of them had changed into different outfits, of course - but the net
effect was the same. The others were as beautiful and sexy to me as they
always were; but it was Marlyn - and even Marilyn - that truly caught my
eye.

Proudly sporting a camisole that did precious little to hide what was
under it, Marlyn was a vision. Her nipples were clearly erect, the filmy
material of her top revealing just how firmly her breasts stood out on
her chest. Below it, her panties were cut high on her legs - pulling the
thin material of them tight against her pelvis. I could barely make out
the sparse patch of her small pubic triangle, but not the cleft I knew
was underneath.

Marilyn was smiling as she showed me the bikini swimsuit she'd gotten.
The halter couldn't hide the swelling of her developing breasts, or the
places where her nipples dented the fabric. The bottoms barely covered
the mound between her thighs, and served only to accentuate the round
firmness of her ass.

I mimed applauding all of them, a big smile on my face, before they made
their way back to the bedrooms again. This time, each one of them got a
pat on the butt when they kissed me - Marilyn started, but looked
delighted; Marlyn didn't respond physically, but I could see the pleased
smile on her face as she left.

It was the third (and last) round of the evening that really got my
attention.

Kelly and the others had gotten themselves outfits that seemed to
consist primarily of dreams held together with cobwebs - I didn't doubt
that even a blind person would know that they were female, and willing.
I could see in their eyes that all six of them understood when it was
Marlyn and Marilyn that drew my attention.

The teddy she was wearing did nothing to hide the treasures it covered -
her dark nipples were almost achingly erect on her breasts, which stood
proudly out from her smooth, blemish-free body. Below it, the matching
g-string revealed just how sparse her pubic hair was - I could easily
see the cleft of her womanhood; and unless I was mistaken, even the
edges of her vaginal lips and hood of her clitoris.

Marilyn looked familiar, for some reason - then I realized that she was
wearing a smaller version of the panty and bra set that Jan had once
modeled for me: the material was the approximate color of smoke, and
little more dense than air - all held together with something that
looked more like dental floss than anything else. The panties were
barely large enough to cover her mons - and did nothing to prevent me
from seeing the few faint wisps of hair growing there as her body made
the transition from child to woman. Above, the size and shape of her
developing bust was proudly on display - I could see from the way her
small dark nipples stuck out that Marilyn was starting to have her own
'feelings'.

I thanked each of them with my eyes, then smiled and bowed my head in
appreciation for their beauty. All of them smiled their pleased delight
before starting back to the bedroom. Again, each kissed me; but this
time, I took the time to return the kiss with a loving caress of their
butts - even for Marilyn, who seemed particularly happy at my touch.

The last ones were Kelly and Marlyn; Kelly told me "I think Marlyn has
something she wants to say to you" - then casually guided a hesitant
Marlyn onto my lap before collecting her own kiss and caress, then
disappearing toward the bedrooms.

I carefully kept my hands on the arms of the chair - I could see that
Marlyn was nervous to be on my lap that way; particularly when she could
obviously feel my involuntary reaction to the sight they'd all presented
me.

But when I made no moves - other than to take a swallow of my beer - she
gradually relaxed; then went on to move herself into a more comfortable
position.

Even after she was comfortable on my lap, she sat there for several
seconds, just watching me. She finally realized that I wasn't going to
touch her in any way, and that I was willing to sit there patiently for
as long as it took; when that happened, I saw her surprisingly shy smile
as she took my hands to hold them in her own. I gave them a gentle
squeeze of reassurance, but did nothing more - and that, more than
anything else, seemed to convince her of my benign intentions.

Taking a breath, she finally started speaking to me, saying "Thank you,
Dan."

"You're welcome. But what for?"

"For just being you, I think."

Seeing my slightly perplexed look, she went on "When we first met, there
in Manila, I thought that you might just be another American
businessman, coming to the Philippines to take advantage of our poverty,
and perhaps our women. But you showed me, in many different ways, that
you aren't like that. Even when I made mistakes and thought badly about
you, you did not get angry with me - you only showed me how I was wrong,
and then forgave me. Even more, you went out of your way to help me -
not just by going to San Fernando, but by doing all the things you have
for the orphanages there, and particularly for Marilyn. After you gave
all those things to the orphanage, I would have slept with you if you
had asked me to, to show you my gratitude for all you did. But all you
did was to continue treating me with courtesy and respect - the same as
Kelly did the entire time we were together. That is a very rare thing
for visitors to my country to do - particularly men, and even more,
those who were there while in the military."

I started to speak, but she released my hand to put her finger on my
lips to silence me as she went on "Then you came back, not just to help
my people with the factory and jobs, but to help ME by offering me this
job - and doing it again with courtesy and respect; and even more, your
friendliness and concern. You have been a much better friend to me than
anyone else that I can think of; even my Filipino friends.

"When I learned that Candice would be sleeping in your bed with you and
Kelly, I was very much bothered by that. But you did not get upset or
angry with me. You just let me find my own way, by talking to Paul and
the Bishop, and all the others. Even when we talked that night, you did
not tell me what to do - you only told me what YOU thought, and asked me
questions that made me think.

She took my hand in hers again, then said "Tonight, I wanted to show you
my gratitude for all that you and Kelly have done - not just for me, but
for Marilyn, and the other children in the orphanages, and even the
people you will hire for your factory. But I also wanted to learn
something. I wanted to learn if what Candice and Sandra and the others
told me was true. And I found out that it is - that you are not the kind
of person to take advantage of others, or to try to make them do things
for you. Just now, when I sat your lap, I could feel you under me; I
know that you felt physical desire from looking at us. But you didn't
say or do anything with me - you just waited until I was comfortable.
 From what you said, and the way you looked at us, I know that you think
Marilyn and I are pretty; but you were still nice - even when you
touched us on the bottom. It made me understand that you thought I was
pretty, and that you were doing that to tell me - but that was ALL you
were doing.

"Marilyn is very much in love with you. I think that it would be very
easy for you to do what you wanted to with her. But I know that it is
good for her to trust you, that you _wouldn't_ do anything like that.
And I know that *I* can trust you, too. For a Filipina, I am too old to
be unmarried - but it makes me feel good inside to know that someone
still thinks that I am pretty, and maybe even make love with me if you
wanted."

She let me pull my hands from hers, and I held her face in my hands as I
told her "Thank you for your trust - your trust in me, and that you
trust Marilyn WITH me, and the others. Yes, I find you pretty. But like
I told you before, what matters to me is what you are like in your heart
and soul - and it is the things THERE that I find most pretty about you.
No, I will not do anything with Marilyn. Even if she comes to me about
something like that, I will not let it happen - I know that she is still
young, and has too much to learn about the world before she is ready to
make a decision like that. She is very cute, and I am always happy to
have a pretty girl on my lap - but right now, that is ALL she is: a
*girl*. I think that she is going to be very pretty and very sexy when
she is older, and becomes a _woman_. But now, no: she is still too
young.

"*I* don't think that you are too old to be unmarried; and I understand
a little bit about the reasons you are. But you are old enough to decide
for yourself if there is someone that you want to make love with -
whether it is me, or Kelly, or anyone else. But the decision for that is
not up to us; it has to be YOURS. None of us is going to 'test' you to
see if you want to make love with us. You are an adult. If you want to
make love, you have the words and the ways to let us know that. And even
that doesn't have to be all or nothing. If you only want to kiss us, any
of us would be happy with that; if you wanted to touch and be touched,
THAT is all we would do with you. You have to understand that we
understand about such things - we only do as much with people as they
are comfortable with. You told me yourself that you know the way the
girls kiss me is different than the way they kiss you - and that is
different than the way they kiss Paul. If you wanted to walk around this
house naked, none of us would try to touch you, or say anything to you,
in a way that was more than YOU had told us was okay. Did the girls tell
you anything I said to them when we first made love?"

She nodded, and said "They all said that you told them that you would
only do as much with them as THEY wanted, and that it was up to them how
fast things happened."

"And that is how I am - and how THEY are, too. Because they have been in
*exactly* the same position you are now, they understand that you might
be worried or afraid or nervous. And that is why none of us will do or
say anything to make you or Marilyn unhappy or uncomfortable. The same
way that I was willing to let you get comfortable on my lap, they are
willing to let you get comfortable with THEM."

With that, I let my hands move to the arms of the chair, waiting to see
what her reaction would be.

I watched her as she looked into my face while she thought over what I'd
just told her. Several minutes went by before she seemed to reach a
decision.

She reached up to take my face in her hands, and leaned forward to give
me a kiss on the lips. From the way she kissed me, I knew that she meant
it to be nothing more than affection and thanks - and responded in kind.
When it broke, she looked into my eyes, and saw that I was perfectly
willing to let her move at her own pace and toward whatever goals she
set for herself. She seemed content with that, and smiled at me before
moving to stand up, saying "I think that I should talk to Marilyn about
all this. I am the only mother she has ever known, and I think she is
old enough to hear some of the things she must know."

I told her "You know that Kelly and I, or any one of the others, will be
happy to help you in any way we can."

She nodded, and turned to head for the bedrooms - then gave me a smile
when I gave her ass a gentle caress before she left.

Over the next couple of weeks, all of us watched in amusement as Marlyn
became truly *comfortable* with all of us. In fits and starts, and with
a few periods of retreat, she gradually managed to rid herself of many
of her inhibitions. Kelly and the others reported that her kisses with
them were progressively becoming friendlier, as were Marilyn's. To no
one's surprise, it was Marilyn that first adapted to the idea of 'be
comfortable' by wearing only her panties and bra around the house.
Marlyn wasn't overjoyed with it at first, but soon realized that none of
us particularly _cared_. That seemed to help Marlyn with her own
shyness, and it didn't take her much longer to follow Marilyn's example.
It wasn't that any of us were making any particular effort to be so
casual; rather, it was more a case of not taking the time to put more
clothing on.

Then when they found Kelly making breakfast dressed only her panties one
morning, they decided that even bras were overkill; both of them opting
to do without within a matter of just a day or so. I was careful to stay
behind them in shedding clothes; only when I could see that they were
really comfortable with each stage of undress did I follow their lead.
The first couple of days of watching me walk around in my underwear,
neither one of them could help looking - but when neither Kelly nor I
expressed any interest or concern, they easily adapted to it.

Of course, there were the times when I would involuntarily start
sporting an erection. Whenever it happened, I just continued with
whatever I was doing - despite the stares I would get for Marilyn, and
even Marlyn.

After perhaps a half-dozen such events, Marlyn approached Kelly about
helping her give Marilyn the birds-and-bees talk. Kelly told that she
was perfectly willing to help - then went on to tell Marlyn about the
'anatomy lessons' that all of them had gotten. Marlyn was initially
surprised, but her nurse training kicked in easily enough, and she saw
the benefits of it: why fiddle around with nobody-looks-like-that
generic drawings when she had real live examples to work with? Just for
the sake of variety, Robyn agreed to join them for the feminine part of
it. The class was held early one Saturday afternoon - while all of them
were in the bedroom (for Marilyn and Marlyn's benefit); I stayed in the
den, reading a book in my underwear.

When they were done with their part of it, the lot of them - still nude
- came into the den. Kelly got my attention, and asked if I minded if
they used me as the male demonstration. I told her that was fine, and
stood up long enough to drop my underwear before lying back down to
continue my book. Marlyn, of course, knew the whole thing had been
carefully scripted - with sole purpose being to get the idea across to
Marilyn that nudity wasn't a shameful thing, and that there wasn't
anything inherently mysterious or 'dirty' about the genitalia of
_either_ sex.

So I carefully didn't notice - and certainly didn't pay any attention -
as Kelly, then Marlyn, described the various parts and functions of the
male anatomy. Nor was I distracted when their manipulations resulted in
an erection - after all, they'd all seen me with them before, right?
Instead, both Kelly and Marlyn took the time to explain to Marilyn that
a male erection was just the result of any one of several kinds of
stimulation - that just because it was hard, that didn't mean that I had
to *do* anything with it; and particularly not with a female, such as
herself. When they were done, Kelly and Marlyn both thanked me, and they
headed back to the bedroom. As they were leaving, Marilyn turned around
to watch as I casually put my underwear back on, and went back to my
book - apparently indifferent to what they'd just been doing.

A little while later, Robyn stopped by for a kiss and a little mutual
fondling before she headed home. Right before she left, she told me "I
told Marlyn that I wished someone had taught *me* like that when I was
Marilyn's age, and she just smiled and thanked me for my help. I could
tell she was a little nervous at first, but she joined in with the rest
of us like a trooper, and didn't hesitate to show Marilyn that she's a
virgin, too. Right now, they're in there explaining to Marilyn the rest
of it - you know, how a baby is made, and how it grows inside the woman.
You should have *seen* the expression on Marilyn's face when they told
her that the man's penis has to be inside the woman to make a baby! She
couldn't _believe_ that something your size would actually fit!" - the
last part with a laugh. "But she knows that a guy getting hard doesn't
necessarily mean anything, and that it *definitely* doesn't mean that
she has to do anything with it. I don't think Marlyn has to worry about
her getting into trouble with guys by accident; if she gets pregnant,
it'll be because she knew what she was doing, and *wanted* to."

Robyn and I shared another kiss, and she was out the door.

It was getting to be late afternoon by the time Kelly came into the den
to sit on the couch with my head on her lap. We were holding hands when
she told me "Thanks, Dan."

"What for?"

"For this afternoon. I knew you'd do just exactly what you did, but I
just wanted to thank you for it, anyway."

For change, it was MY turn to give HER the Goober look - and she
couldn't help but laugh at the irony of it. She went on to tell me
"Marlyn will be thanking you, too - you did a lot to help us get Marilyn
to understand that even though sex isn't something dirty, it IS
something _special_. I don't think she's going to want to make love with
you - yet! - but I wouldn't be surprised if she didn't ask you to teach
her other stuff."

I looked up at Kelly in surprise, and she said "Yeah, me, too. But when
we were done, she was comfortable enough to tell us that sometimes she
touched herself, and it felt good. I could see that Marlyn was having a
problem; the nurse in her was fighting with the Catholic about what to
say to Marilyn about it. So I bought her some time by telling Marilyn
that doing that wasn't bad, but that she shouldn't do it too much - I
figure Marlyn should decide what's 'too much'. She asked me if it felt
good when you and I made love, and I told her that it did. Then she
asked if it felt even better than when she touched herself. I looked at
Marlyn, and she just nodded that I should go ahead and tell her, so I
told her that it did. She said that she wished she could know what that
part was like. So don't be surprised if she asks you to help her feel
good some time."

"And what does Marlyn think about that?"

"I really don't know - I think she's torn between wanting Marilyn to not
be afraid of stuff like that, her faith telling her that it's bad, and
trusting you not to hurt Marilyn. I was really surprised to find out
that Marlyn is still a virgin. I mean, I know you told me about what
their culture was like and all that, but she's over thirty, now, and I
would have thought that she'd have made love with *somebody* by now. And
I don't think she's ever really had an orgasm, either - she just seemed
too unsure about what I was telling Marilyn."

"So what's going on now?"

"When I left, the nurse part of Marlyn had kicked in, and she was
explaining to Marilyn about the other changes that were going to be
happening to her - how she was going to start having periods and such
before long. You know, I kind of feel sorry for Marlyn."

"How's that?"

"There she is, a trained Registered Nurse. She had to learn the anatomy
and what happens when, and all that other stuff; she *knows* that
there's nothing physically wrong with stuff like masturbation - but
being raised Catholic, she's been taught that it's a sin, too. As a
nurse, with her education, she knows that birth control is safe and
effective, and that a smaller population in her country would help with
a lot of the poverty and other problems they have - but the Church keeps
telling her that birth control is a sin, while they can't do enough to
help all the extra people that result."

I sighed, and answered "I know. I've always thought it was ironic that
the reason Adam and Eve were kicked out of the garden was because they
ate fruit from the tree of *knowledge*."

Kelly squeezed my hand in response, and the two of us just waited there,
thinking.

Over the next few weeks, Marilyn gradually increased her physical
intimacy with me. When she first arrived, her most adventurous act would
be to give me a kiss on the cheek, or hold my hand. But after the
clothing started coming off, and she had her little 'talk' with Kelly
and Marlyn, things started heating up. She went from laying or sitting
by herself or with Marlyn, to sharing the couch with me - then on to
actually sitting NEXT to me. From there, things progressed to having her
actually touching me - first, just a hand on my arm, then it was to
snuggle next to me, and on to actually taking my arm and putting it
around her. She never did interfere with anything any of the other girls
were doing - but if no one else displayed an interest, Marilyn would.

Kelly and the others watched all this happening with amusement. Even
Marlyn seemed to find it acceptable - until late one evening when
Marilyn went so far as to actually put my hand over her breast and hold
it there. I could feel her trembling slightly, and knew that she was
waiting to see what reaction there would be to her boldness.

I feigned inattention and indifference; but from the corner of my eye, I
could see Marlyn start to say something. Kelly got her attention, and
gestured that Marlyn wait a bit - that we could talk when Marilyn went
to bed. Marlyn wasn't real happy, but indicated that she would. A couple
of minutes later, I turned to look at her, and indicated that it would
be only a little longer.

After perhaps fifteen minutes, I took my hand off Marilyn's breast so
that I could stick both arms out and stretch. When I was done, I rested
my arm on the back of the couch behind her, and suggested that it was
time for her to go to bed. She reluctantly agreed, and gave me a kiss on
the cheek before heading toward the bedroom. As she went by, I gave her
our by then traditional pat on the butt as I wished her good night.

By the time she was gone, Marlyn had had time to calm down and think.

The first thing Marlyn did was try to apologize. Kelly and I both waved
it off, assuring her that we didn't think Marilyn had done anything
wrong; and that we'd both known that she was going to do *something*,
sooner or later.

Next, Marlyn tried to tell us that she would talk to Marilyn. Kelly and
I both told her that even that wasn't necessary. Marlyn seemed unsure
about it, until Kelly simply asked her "Marlyn - do I look like it
bothers me? Does Dan?"

She shook her head, and I told her "Instead of being upset about any of
this, I think that maybe you should think about what to do when she
finally decides that she wants something more from me."

Marlyn looked at me in curiosity for a moment, and then realized what I
was getting at. At the expression on her face, I told her "No, I don't
think she'll want to go *that* far - but I don't think that it's going
to be very long before she wants to know how much better it feels when
someone else touches her, instead touching herself."

THAT gave her something to think about after Kelly and I wished her a
good night, and kissed her before going to bed.

Having gotten my hand on her breast once with impunity, Marilyn was that
much more willing to try it again. And with each success, her confidence
increased, as did her willingness to do it again. Each time she saw it,
I could see that Marlyn was bothered by it that much more - but between
times, all of us could see that there was something else on her mind, as
well.

It was on a Friday night, after Jan, Susan, and Sandra had picked
Marilyn up for a sleepover that things came to a head. Kelly and I were
both dressed casually after going out for fast food; we were in the den,
watching TV from the couch when Marlyn sat in a chair across from us. At
first, we didn't pay any attention to her; but when she didn't say or do
anything for a couple minutes, I realized that something was up - and
gently nudged Kelly. Both of us looked over to where Marlyn was sitting,
and saw that she was quietly crying.

Kelly immediately got up and went over to comfort her, and start trying
to find out why she was crying. I stood and went into the kitchen to get
her a small towel to cry into - and drinks for all of us for when she
was done.

I set the sodas on the table, and handed the towel to Kelly after Marlyn
didn't seem to notice it after several seconds of looking at it.

Kelly finally got Marlyn settled down enough to accept the towel, which
Marlyn used to dry her eyes and wipe her face as Kelly continued to
speak soft words of comfort to her. As Marlyn got control of herself,
she gradually got to the point where all she was doing was sniffling.
Only then did Kelly give her a hug, and move over to sit next to me
before asking "Marlyn, would you like to tell us what's wrong?"

After a few more sniffles, and blowing her nose, Marlyn nodded. Kelly
and I waited patiently for her to start.

Finally, taking a deep breath, Marlyn told us "I'm sorry for troubling
you like this. But every time I see Marilyn put Dan's hand on her
breast, I know that she is getting closer to asking him to do something
for her."

She looked directly at me when she said "I trust you, Dan. I know that
if she asks you such a thing, you will not hurt her, or do anything that
would make her unhappy. But I know that you would be more comfortable if
you knew what *I* wanted for her."

She looked at both of us before lowering her head to say "The problem is
that I don't know what I want for her about that. For myself, I have
never wanted anything like that - until I came here. Before this time, I
was happy with my work, and being able to visit Marilyn and spend a few
hours with her. I was sad that I could not keep her with me, but I knew
that I did not have enough to make a good home for her. But you helped
me very much, and now I have a *good* job, and I can keep her in my home
with me, and send her to school.

"She is so _smart_ and so pretty it makes me proud of her. But I must
also be her mother, now - and I am not sure how to do that. I want so
much for her, but I am afraid that I won't be able to help her have all
the things that I know she SHOULD have. She has had a very hard time in
the orphanage. She was always so brave with me, but I could tell that
she was unhappy and sad about that place. I want to do everything I can
to make her happy now that she is with me."

She looked up at me again, and said "Dan, I know that she loves you very
much. Please forgive me, but you are like the father that she never had
before. And Kelly, you are like another mother to her - and all the
others are the sisters she never knew. She loves all of you, with all of
her heart - and I know that she is going to be very sad when we have to
leave. But I also know that she will take all of you with her, in her
heart and memories, and that will help keep her happy when we are home
again."

She paused to dry her eyes again, and continued "Both of you have made
ME very happy, too. Now I *know* what good people all of you are - but
mostly you, Dan. I see how all of these nice people started to love you
because I am loving you, too - because of the good things inside you,
like you said YOU look for. You share your wife with other women, and
she shares you with them, too; and I understand now how much love all of
you have for each other that you can do that."

She took a deep breath, and went on "But that doesn't do anything about
Marilyn. I don't want her to be afraid of men, like I have been, and my
sisters and friends were. When all of them married, they did not know
anything about men, or what it was like to enjoy making love. The men
hurt them the first time because these women did not know better, and I
don't want Marilyn to have to do like that. But there is something else,
and I am ashamed about it."

With that, Marlyn stopped speaking, choosing instead to stare at the
floor as she started to cry again.

Kelly and I looked at each other, and I indicated to her that I thought
she should be the one to speak to Marlyn. She understood that I thought
Marlyn would respond better to another woman, instead of me, and quietly
asked "Marlyn, what is it that you are ashamed about?"

Marlyn started crying a little harder, and Kelly told her "Marlyn, it
okay to talk to me. You are my friend, and I care about you. Even if
there is something that you are ashamed about, I know that you are still
a good person, and I want to help you if you will let me. You know that
I would not lie to you, and I will promise you right now that I will not
think you are a bad person if you want to tell me what it is that is
really bothering you. I care about you, and want ONLY to help you."

With that, Kelly reached out to take Marlyn's hand in hers, holding it
softly in reassurance.

After a bit, Marlyn's crying slackened, and eventually stopped. She'd
barely dried her eyes again when she suddenly moved from the chair she
was in, to sit next to Kelly, hugging her fiercely. Kelly hugged her
back, softly, as she gently rubbed Marlyn's back, calming her again. It
was muffled from her face being in Kelly's shoulder, but I heard it
clearly when Marlyn finally told her "I am ashamed because I am jealous
of Marilyn. She will know the pleasure of a man's touch and affection,
and I won't. I have never been with a man, and I have never known the
pleasures that the others told me they have had with each other, and
with Dan. So I am jealous of Marilyn, my only family, because she will
know these things, and I will not."

Kelly turned her head to look at me as she continued to rub Marlyn's
back. I didn't want to speak and disturb the bond Marlyn and Kelly had;
so I mimed looking around for someone, gestured toward Marlyn, and
raised my eyebrows in question. Kelly understood my actions: who was
Marlyn looking/waiting for?

Going along with my silence, Kelly asked Marlyn "Is it Dan that you
want?"

Again, I could easily hear Marlyn's response: "Yes."

Kelly looked surprised, and asked "Why don't you just tell him, then?"

"Because I am afraid."

"Afraid of what?" Kelly asked.

"That he will say no. Or that I will not know what to do, and make him
unhappy. Or that you or the others will be upset with me because he is
yours. That I will be too afraid, and not be able to feel pleasure."

All of the reasons she gave Kelly were things that Kelly knew how to
deal with.

"Marlyn, I know Dan. If you wanted to make love with him, he would be
happy to do that - as much or as little as you wanted. Don't you
remember what all of us told you about him? That he refused us ONLY
until he was sure that we knew what we were asking? The ONLY reason he
did that was because all of us were so young. I know that if YOU were to
ask him, he would be happy to do that for you, without question."

Marlyn said something that I didn't quite catch, but Kelly apparently
did when she said "Yes, I am sure. I think Dan knows that you are a
virgin. But even if he doesn't, all you have to do is tell him, and he
will help you to *learn* what to do. The first time any of us were with
him, WE didn't know, either - but he taught us. Patiently and gently."

Kelly then told her "As for the rest of us, I think that you are
forgetting something: we _already_ share him with each other. And he is
able to make all of us happy. He gives all of us more love than we know
what to do with - and he still has plenty to give to other people. He is
already giving you and Marilyn his love, and he STILL has enough for me
and Jan and all the others. Do you really think that if he gave you even
more of his love, it would hurt any of us? When WE already love you and
Marilyn so much?"

Another garbled comment from Marlyn, and Kelly responded by saying "No,
I don't think you have to be afraid. You know how kind and gentle he is.
You know how patient and understanding he is. You trust him not to hurt
Marilyn; why would you think that YOU have to be afraid of him? Think
again about what all of us have told you: he brought every single one of
us pleasure - more pleasure than we thought was possible. All of us were
nervous to be with him; but we trusted him, and he showed us that we
were right to do that. I have been with Dan for over six years, and he
has NEVER, EVER failed to bring me pleasure when we were together. If
anything, sometimes he makes me TOO happy!"

Kelly finished by telling her "Marlyn, there is *nothing* for you to be
afraid about. If you have the courage to tell him what you want, he will
do everything he can to show you what you have been wanting. And he will
do it with the support of all of us, because we love him and we love
YOU."

I saw Marlyn's head start to come up, and quickly turned away,
pretending that I hadn't heard a thing because I was too busy counting
air molecules. I turned back to look at them only when I heard Marlyn's
tentative "Dan?"

When she looked at me, she must have seen the care and concern on my
face, because she suddenly seemed to draw strength from inside. Her
voice was strong and clear when she asked "Dan, would you make love with
me?"

"Marlyn, if that is what you want, then I would be happy to." I
answered, as sincerely as I could.

Though pleased, she was still a bit hesitant when she told me "I have
never been with a man before. I am a virgin, and I don't know anything
about making love."

I opened my arms to her, and with Kelly's encouragement, she came over
to sit on my lap. I put my arms around her, chastely, before telling her
"You know the important part, already."

She looked at me doubtfully, and I went on to tell her "The important
part about making love with someone is to love them first. When you have
that, then the rest is easy."

Hearing that, she visibly relaxed in my arms as she started smiling.

My eyes locked on hers, I told her "Marlyn, this is YOUR time. What we
do, and how we do it, is up to you. You told me that you want us to make
love. When the time comes, that is what we will do - IF you still want
it then. If you change your mind, or don't want us to do that for ANY
reason, then we won't. It is YOUR choice, not mine. I had a vasectomy
long before I met Kelly, so you don't have to worry that I will make you
pregnant. We can use our bedroom, which has a larger bed, or yours -
whichever you would prefer. If it would make you more comfortable, Kelly
can stay with us; or if you want it to be just you and me, then she will
not bother us. If you want it to be just us, then she can be with us
later, if _you_ want her to. This is YOUR time, and it is YOU that
decides for us."

She could see, and hear, my sincerity as I told her those things; I
could see as she relaxed even more, and got some of her confidence back.
She looked at Kelly shyly before telling us "I would like it to be just
me and Dan, first. But you have been so kind, Kelly, that I want to be
with you, too - and find out what a woman's love is like." she added,
shyly.

Kelly just smiled, and told her "That's fine, Marlyn. I understand. You
and Dan have fun; when you want me, I'll be right here."

Kelly's casual acceptance of her decision and obvious willingness for us
to be together, boosted Marlyn's confidence even more; assuring her that
she really was the decision maker on the matter.

Marlyn turned back to me, and I simply told her "Whenever you are
ready."

To my surprise, she reached down to take my hand and press my palm
against her breast over the dress she was wearing. She then looked into
my eyes before saying "I am ready now."

I nodded my head in acceptance of her decision, and she stood up next to
the couch. I stood up next to her, and took her hand. When I didn't move
after several seconds, she realized that I was waiting for HER. I could
almost see it as the rest of her confidence fell into place before she
led the two of us down the hall.

With only the briefest pause, she led us into 'her' bedroom. Neither
Kelly nor I had been in it since her arrival; I was surprised to see how
neat and organized she kept it.

After both of us were inside, she released my hand to close the door
behind us; I could see as she debated whether or not to lock it - before
choosing not to. I knew that Kelly would never know if it was locked, or
not; it simply wouldn't occur to her to do anything where she would find
out.

When Marlyn was back in front of me again, both of us just stood there
for several moments, looking at each other - she, to see if I was going
to be aggressive in any way; me, to let her know that I wasn't.

She finally spoke again, telling me "I... I don't know what to do next."

"Would you let me kiss you?" I asked.

She gave me a happy nod, and let me take her hand to lead her over to
her bed (I figured the one with the stuffed animals was *probably*
Marilyn's). Marlyn seemed a bit apprehensive, at first; but I simply sat
on the bed, and opened my arms in invitation for her to sit on my lap;
she barely hesitated before doing so.

I looked at her for a couple of moments, and she gave me a shy smile in
return. I carefully put my hands on her face, cupping it softly, and
then guided her face to mine. I saw her eyes close, and kept mine open
only long enough to make sure we didn't bump noses.

Our first kiss was soft, and gentle - and chaste. When it ended, she
pulled back from me slightly, looking into my eyes to see what was there
- and apparently found only the love and concern I felt for her, because
she didn't hesitate to move toward me for another kiss. Our second kiss
was as chaste as the first - but appreciably more emotional. When we
parted lips again, I could see the tears in her eyes; but I could also
see the happiness on her face, and knew that they were tears of joy.

Her face was still cupped in my hands, and I used my thumbs to brush
away her tears as I smiled at her.

She quickly got control of herself, and when I'd brushed away the last
of her tears, I slowly and deliberately put my arms around her waist -
holding her loosely enough that she would know I wouldn't hurt her, but
still tight enough that she would know they were there - and why.

I wouldn't have done anything to rush her, anyway; but two things were
always in my mind. First, I had some understanding of the culture she
came from: THIS kind of sexuality was a very delicate subject. Second,
she was a thirty-plus virgin; whatever had kept her from doing all this
before, or even having orgasms, was something that only she could turn
loose of - and even then, I knew it would happen slowly.

Several more times, we kissed - and each time, she was able and willing
to get more involved in it, and release a little more of the passion I
could sense in her. But I was always careful not to push her; I
responded to each of her advances with ONLY as much intimacy and passion
as _she_ showed.

It was when I finally felt her tongue hesitantly touch my lips, and I
responded in kind by opening my mouth to her, that she finally loosened
her hold on the desire she felt inside. Even as our tongues were
dueling, I felt her take my hand to put it on her breast again. I held
it there for only a couple of seconds before her hand squeezed mine,
inviting me to explore those delightful symbols of her femininity.

In only a few seconds, I could hear as her breathing increased, and the
passion with which she was kissing me intensified. I matched her oral
passions with my own, and continued letting my hand take the measure of
her bosom. Even through her bra and dress, I could feel her nipples
harden under my touch.

When our kiss finally broke, she was panting slightly; I could see the
desire in her eyes as she looked at me. When her breathing slowed a bit,
she removed my hand from her breast - but only so she could stand up in
front of me and say "I... I want to feel your hands on me."

I simply smiled, and said "I would like that, too." - and watched as she
slowly, deliberately went about taking her clothes off in front of me.
She didn't do it as anything like a striptease; rather, it was more like
she was doing it just as she would any other time - but doing it THIS
time for ME. Somehow, that made it all the more intimate, and erotic:
she was deliberately choosing to share what was - for her - a very
personal and private activity.

As I sat there, not moving, she stayed in clear view to me - neither
trying to hide, nor show, any particular part of her body; she didn't
turn toward me, and she didn't turn away. First to hit the floor was her
dress, leaving her standing there dressed only in a soft cotton bra and
panty set. Next were the stockings she was wearing - her legs were
smooth enough, and the stockings fit well enough, that she didn't need
anything like a garter belt to hold them up. She then reached between
her breasts to unhook the bra before removing it and letting it drop on
the small pile of her other clothes. As she moved, I could see the faint
swaying of her breasts; her nipples again hardened under the ever-so-
slight breeze caused by her movement. Last were her panties - small and
high-cut, they barely covered her pubis and very little of her small,
curved ass. She bent over to slide them down her legs. As she stepped
out of them, her legs lifted high enough for me to see that her vaginal
lips were extended and slightly parted.

When she stood erect in front of me again, I couldn't help noticing that
the hood of her clitoris was peeking out at me from the cleft of her
sex.

I moved my eyes to her face, where I saw that she was looking at me with
a mixture of desire, invitation, and fear. I let her see as I let my
eyes wander across her curved form - slender, muscular legs; nicely
curved hips; trim waist; smooth, firm belly; full bust; and a graceful
neck. Her skin was clear and smooth; the only hair on her was a small,
sparse patch on her mons, and the short, straight style on her head.

When I met her eyes again, I could only smile and tell her "Isang
malaking maganda Filipina!" (One big/very beautiful Filipina) with all
the sincerity I could muster.

Reassured that I found her attractive (!), I saw the fear disappear from
her eyes - which left only the desire and invitation. As much as I
wanted to pull her to me, I waited for her to move, instead. And after a
few seconds, she did - to stand between my legs, leaving her breasts in
front of me in open invitation.

She didn't move as I reached out to put my hands on her hips, and
willingly moved with me as I pulled her closer so I could fasten my lips
around the dark brown tip of her breast. I heard her breath catch in her
throat when I first licked, then started sucking on it. I could feel it
responding in my mouth; the areola puckering as her nipple got longer
and firmer under my tongue. After a minute, I started to slowly move my
hands on her; she didn't object, and it wasn't long before I was
memorizing her body as a blind person would - solely through my sense of
touch. From her knees to her shoulders, she willingly let my hands
wander her body as I continued to nurse first at one breast, then the
other.

After only a couple of minutes, I could easily identify the smell of her
arousal - musky, yet somehow sweet and spicy as well. While I let my
lips and tongue and mouth wander randomly across the flesh of her
breasts, I let one of my hands drift between her legs, tracing the
inside of her thigh. Lightly, almost casually, I let my hand brush
against her mons, and felt the light touch of her vaginal lips. Even
when she felt my touch there, she did not move, except to put her hands
in my hair and hold my head to her breast as she panted her increasing
excitement.

A few more minutes of that, and I could feel her starting to get a
little unsteady on her feet. I slowed, and finally stopped, what I was
doing - accompanied by a small moan of frustration/disappointment. When
she looked down at me, I simply told her "Why don't you sit down, before
you fall down? Then you can watch while I take my clothes off, too."

It took her only a second to agree; and she didn't have the slightest
objection or reluctance about letting me help her. She did opt to lie
down, though - on her side, so she could still watch as I undressed.

I took my clothes off the same way for her as she had for me - as though
I was doing it alone; and as she had, I kept myself where she could see
me, but didn't do anything to show or hide any particular part of my
body. The only difference, really, was that I heard her gasp slightly
when I pulled my shorts down, revealing my semi-erect penis. She'd seen
it before, of course - but under considerably different circumstances.

When all I was wearing was a smile, I stood again to let Marlyn have her
turn at looking ME over.

She seemed to give me the same careful examination she'd gotten from me
- and seemed just as pleased with what she saw. From the expression on
her face, I wasn't surprised when she took my hand, and guided me to lie
on my back next to her.

She tentatively reached out to put her hand on my chest, letting her
fingertips drift through my sparse chest hair. She was surprised when I
took her hand; but smiled at me when I kissed the palm of it, and put it
back on my chest.

I made no move to touch her as she moved her hand around my body -
testing the firmness of my muscles, the texture of my skin, curious and
amused at the fine hair she found on my arms and legs. A couple of
times, she started toward my penis, but moved away again. I felt her
start to reach for it again, and I told her "Marlyn, its okay. You can
touch me, if you want."

She blushed slightly, but finally let her hand come in contact with my
penis. When I didn't do anything, she let herself take hold of it,
lifting it up to feel it's weight and size. Her curiosity finally got
the better of her, and she raised up to move her head closer, examining
it closely as she moved it in different ways, and even pulled the
foreskin back to examine the head. I grew slightly with her
manipulation, and she felt me get larger in her hand - but when I didn't
make any other movement, she knew that she could continue for as long as
she wanted.

When she was finally satisfied with her examination, she lay back down
again, on her back. I turned onto my side and lowered my head to kiss
her - moving slowly so she would know that I still wasn't any kind of
threat to her, even though we were both nude.

With only a couple of kisses, her passion and desire reached their
previous levels - and as our kisses continued, exceeded them. I put my
hand on her breast again, and softly ran my thumb across its nipple; she
released a soft moan into my mouth, where our tongues were dancing.

We continued kissing for the next several minutes; as we did, I
continued to gently squeeze her breasts and run my fingers across her
nipples, feeling them erect and lengthen under my touch. Marlyn's desire
and arousal increased with each moment, and it didn't take her long to
let her hand drift to my penis again, where she started caressing and
gently pulling on it. From the expression on her face, she was delighted
to feel me growing in her hand in response.

When I was nearly completely erect, I started letting my hand drift
lower and lower on her body. She didn't seem to have any reaction to
what I was doing, until she felt my touch on her mons. At that contact,
she broke our kiss to look up at me in concern; I smiled, and told her
"Its okay. I'm not going to do anything to hurt you."

She didn't seem entirely sure about that, but when I just held my hand
still, she seemed to decide to let it go, and closed her eyes for me to
kiss her again. I did, and continued to let my hand rest on her as I
waited for her to relax again - I could feel that she was slightly
tense. When I didn't do anything to 'push' her, she finally accepted
that I wasn't going to move any faster than she was comfortable with.
And with that acceptance, she finally let herself relax under my touch.
I gave it a little longer, though, just to make sure, before I started
caress her again. She didn't have any objections or fears when she felt
my touch expand slightly, to include the area between her legs, and even
the insides of her thighs.

When I finally let my finger brush across her labia, I felt her tense
slightly; but when I just let my finger drift farther along, she relaxed
again. We went through the same thing again a few moments later, with
the same results.

I slowly broke our kiss to gently tell her "Marlyn, you do not have to
be afraid - of me, or what I am doing. I am not going to hurt you. I am
not going to do anything that would make you not a virgin. ALL I want to
do is to help you find out what I can do that feels good to you. You
told me that you are a virgin, and that you don't know anything about
making love. What I would like to do is to help you learn - about making
LOVE."

She looked at me shyly, and answered "I know that, Dan. But all my life,
I have heard the stories from other women about what it was like for
them the first time they made love, and they always said that it hurt."

With a reassuring smile, I told her "I believe that they told you those
things. But I *don't* believe that it has to be that way. The _last_
thing that I would want to do to you would be to hurt you like that. All
that I am doing is trying to find out what I can do to make it *easier*
for you, and to bring you pleasure. I know that if I do some things, it
would hurt you - so I am NOT going to do them. Do you remember when I
told you that we would make love only if YOU wanted us to?" - she
nodded, and I went on - "Do you remember that I said I would stop if you
wanted me to?"

She nodded again, and I asked her "Do you think that I would lie to
you?"

Confidently, she answered "No, Dan. I know that you would not lie to
me."

"Do you think that I am the kind of man that thinks only with his
penis?"

She smiled, and shook her head, before I told her "Marlyn, I love you,
just as I love Kelly and the others. Just as I would not hurt them, I
will not hurt you. It is your choice if you want to give me your
virginity - I will *not* _take_ it from you. If you want, I can help you
find pleasure while we are together like this. But how much pleasure you
feel from this is up to you - I can only help you find the most pleasure
if you trust me not to hurt you while we are together. If you are
afraid, I will understand, and I will not be angry or upset; I will only
be sorry that you don't know the joy of making LOVE."

With that, she finally seemed to understand what Kelly and the others
had told her - that in no size, way, shape, or form was I going to do
anything to rush her, or hurt her. She *knew* that I would stop if she
told me to - or even _asked_ me to; and KNEW that if she did, I really
*wouldn't* be upset or angry with her - only sorry that she would miss
out on something so special.

It took only a couple of seconds before she told me "Dan, I DO want to
make love with you. And I DO trust you." With those words, I could feel
her relax even more next to me - and felt it as her legs parted
slightly.

I lowered my head again, kissing her softly on the forehead and both
cheeks before letting my lips touch hers. Our kiss was one of love - and
trust.

With that kiss, I moved my hand up to rest on her belly; as we kissed
again, she took my hand to put it on her breast again. I didn't hesitate
to go back to caressing her - gently squeezing and fondling her breasts
between periods of letting my fingers trace the outlines of her areolas
and running my fingertips across her nipples.

In short order, she was again nearly as aroused and excited as she had
been before. When I again heard her soft panting, I slowly eased my hand
slide down her body to begin softly stroking her hips and thighs. It was
a little longer, this time, before I let my fingertip graze across her
labia *ever* so lightly; when she didn't tense under my touch, I knew
that she was ready for what was to come.

As I continued to softly stroke her thighs, I gradually increased the
frequency that my fingers brushed across her vaginal lips. After several
such contacts, I thought I could feel a difference in how they felt -
they seemed slightly longer and thicker. Remembering how she'd responded
when I sucked on her breasts and nipples, I thought that the next part
would be easier on both of us if I did it again.

Between the next few kisses we shared, I took the opportunity to kiss
her on the shoulders, her throat, her neck, and even along her jaw. With
the change in my attentions to her, she let our kisses taper off so that
I could continue this new activity - then expand it to include the upper
slopes of her breasts. Over the period of several minutes, I was able to
carefully transfer the focus of my attention from her neck and shoulders
to her breasts; when I again took one of her nipples in my mouth, her
hands quickly took hold of my head, keeping my mouth on her breast.

With so much of her attention focused on her breasts, it was much easier
for me to begin my explorations of her pubic area. By being able to let
my hand contact her mons and labia more, I was easily able to determine
that I'd been right - her labia WERE getting longer and thicker - ample
evidence that her passion and arousal were increasing.

She was so focused on what I was doing to her breasts and nipples, that
she didn't have any noticeable reaction when I let my finger finally dip
_between_ her labia - where I found her entrance incredibly hot and wet.
Several more times, I drew the end of my finger between her vaginal
lips; making sure that I had enough of her hot oils before I made
contact with her clitoris. With that first light touch on her nubbin,
her thighs flew open as she loudly gasped her pleasure at the contact.

When I traced my finger between her vaginal lips to collect more of her
ample fluids, she noticed for the first time what I was doing - and
raised her hips as I got closer to where her clitoris was peeking out
from under its hood. With this acceptance of my touch between her
thighs, I released her nipple from my mouth, and lifted my head so we
could share a kiss. I was pleasantly surprised at the passion that she
put into it; and I happily matched it even as I continued my tender
ministrations to her womanhood.

It wasn't long before my actions were almost entirely centered on her
clitoris, dipping my finger to her vaginal opening whenever I needed to
transfer some of her more than sufficient supply of lubrication. Over
the next couple of minutes, her arousal quickly increased as what I was
doing had its effect on: her head started tossing back and forth, her
breathing got rapid and shallow, and she started muttering a number of
unintelligible - but obviously passionate - words and phrases in
Tagalog. The only part of her that wasn't in constant motion was her
pubis - IT was anchored in place, under my touch.

I'd been softly fluttering my fingertip across her clitoris for less
than a minute when she suddenly froze - not a muscle moved for several
long seconds; then her thighs clamped together as she gave long, loud
cry of release. I saw her body start spasming next to me as she tried to
breathe between moans of pleasure; I didn't bother trying to do anything
to make it more intense for her - I simply didn't dare.

Only when the worst/best of it was over for her did her thighs loosen
around my hand, leaving me free to move it up to rest on her belly as I
looked down at her. When her breathing had mostly stabilized, I saw her
eyes open - but she wasn't able to focus on anything for several more
seconds, when she suddenly seemed to realize that it was ME looking down
at her. She managed to grab my wrist, and started to say something, but
all that came out was a weak croak. She looked at me accusingly, and I
asked "Would you like something to drink?"

She nodded, and I said "I can go get it, or Kelly will be happy to bring
it here. Do you want me to go?" She shook her head, and my next question
was "Kelly will bring it here, then. Is it okay if she comes in here?"

Marlyn thought about that for a second, and gave a hesitant shake of her
head.

"That's fine, we can do that." I told her, before getting Mabel into it.

"Mabel!"

"Yes, sir?"

"Message to Kelly."

A pause, then "Recording."

"Kelly, if you would, we need some drinks in here. Club soda with lime,
I think. If you could just set it inside the door, I'd appreciate it.
End message."

Kelly, of course, would know that *I* wouldn't care about how she
brought the drinks; so she'd know that Marlyn didn't care to be seen in
whatever her current state was - and take care to respect Marlyn's
concerns.

"Message stored. Locating Kelly."

"That's all", I finished.

"Thank you, sir."

For the next couple of minutes, I just laid there, my hand on Marlyn's
belly as I smiled at her in reassurance that everything was just fine.
Finally, there was a knock at the door, and a few seconds later, it
opened part way. Marlyn and I watched as a tray with several bottles of
club soda and a small plastic container of lime juice was slid into the
room, followed by Kelly's voice telling us "There you go." I called out
my thanks, and we could hear Kelly's "That's okay - glad to help" in
response.

When the door closed again - neither of us saw more than Kelly's hand
and part of her arm - Marlyn released her hold on me. I got up and
brought the drinks over to where I could reach them from the bed, then
sat next to Marlyn. I asked her if she'd like to sit up, and she nodded.
I gently reached down to lift her up before moving to rest my back
against the headboard. Marlyn understood what was next, and was able to
help me ease her backward until she was resting against my chest,
sitting on the bed between my legs. She watched as I squirted a little
lime juice into one of the open bottles, and then handed it to her. She
took it, and surprised me by downing nearly half of it before coming up
for air.

When she did, I softly asked "Feeling better, now?"

She turned her head to give me a reproachful look before answering "Yes,
much better. Why didn't you tell me it would be like that? It felt so
good, but there was so MUCH of it!"

"Marlyn, how could *I* know what it would be like for you? You seemed to
like what I was doing" - "Oh, I liked!" - "so I just kept doing it."

Slightly mollified, she took another drink - half of what was left - and
said "Still, it was so *much*! I didn't know I could feel like that!"

"Marlyn, dear, that was your first climax - your first orgasm. If you
want, you can have as many of them as you choose."

"Like that every time?" she asked, hesitantly.

"I don't know. That depends on you - if you want them to be, they can.
Or not so much; it's up to you."

She finished her drink, and leaned over to trade it for another - and
suddenly seemed to notice the odor of her arousal in the air. I heard
her sniff before she blushed and turned to me to ask "That smell -
that's me?"

I kissed her forehead, and answered "Yes, that's you."

She blushed again - even deeper - and got her drink before leaning back
against my chest. I put my arms around her, and told her "Marlyn, don't
be embarrassed or ashamed about that. It is what happens any time a
woman becomes sexually aroused."

"I think maybe it doesn't smell good."

I softly laughed, then hugged her before saying "Marlyn, I promise you:
it is something that any man likes to smell - especially when it is
coming from a woman he loves. It tells him that she likes what he is
doing to her, that she is happy, and that she loves him, too."

She didn't seem to want to believe it, so I just told her "I told you
what I think about it as a man - but if you want to, you can ask any of
the others what THEY think about it. I will bet that they will tell you
the same thing - that it is a GOOD smell."

She got quiet for a few moments, and then suddenly gave a start in my
arms. She turned to look at me and say "You... you didn't do anything. I
mean, you just touched me; you weren't inside me - not even with your
finger."

"No, of course not." was my only reply.

She looked surprised, and asked "Why?"

"Because I promised you that I wouldn't. I want you to know it if I do
those things so you can tell me if you like them or not. I know that you
trust me not to hurt you. But I am also here to help you find out what
things you like about making love."

"How can you do like that? Be so patient with me?"

She could see the surprise on my face when I told her "Because I love
you, Marlyn. You told me that you don't know anything about making love
- so I know that you don't know what would make you feel pleasure like
that. I love you, so I want to help you learn what pleases you. All I
ask is that you are willing to try new things, so that you can know if
you like them or not."

Curious - but unafraid - she asked me "What new things?"

"There are many ways that a man and woman can bring pleasure to each
other. You just learned that I can use my hand; you can do the same. The
man and woman can use their mouths to bring each other pleasure. The man
and woman can be in different positions while they make love - one
position may please the woman more, and another may please the man."

While she started thinking that one over, I got my own drink, and the
two of us sat there in silence for a little while.

After I'd put my empty on the tray, Marlyn did the same before pulling
my hands up to her breasts. I was softly squeezing them and gently
pulling on her nipples when she told me "I was thinking about what you
told me - about trying new things."

"So what did you decide?"

"I decided that you are right. Before now, I could not believe that it
would feel so good just to have a man touch me the way you did. That was
new to me, and it was very nice. So I think that maybe other things will
feel nice, too. I know that I will be a little bit afraid - but I know
that you will not hurt me. And I know that I can trust you - that if it
doesn't feel good for me, you will not be upset or angry with me. Dan, I
*want* to know what will feels good for me - and even how I can please a
man. If you will teach me, I want to learn."

With that, she took one of my hands from her breasts and lifted it to
her lips - where she lovingly kissed my palm.

In return, I kissed her softly on the shoulder; she turned her head to
face me and we shared a gentle, loving kiss.

That kiss lengthened - then grew to one of arousal, then passion. When
it finally broke, her breasts were firm under my hands, her nipples
erect.

She moved away slightly, and then turned to face me - and I could see
the trust and certainty in her eyes as she told me "Dan, please - teach
me. Help me learn."

I opened my arms to her, and she happily moved into them, hugging me
fiercely. When we separated again, she willingly let me guide her to lie
on her back next to me. I saw no fear, no hesitation, and no worry in
her eyes when I moved over her; indeed, she readily spread her legs to
make room for me between them.

We kissed again, ratcheting her arousal and passion even higher before
it broke. I moved myself down her body slightly, so I could take one of
her nipples in my mouth and draw it out even more from the surrounding
flesh. Back and forth I went, from one breast to the other, teasing her
nipples to even greater length and hardness between applying gently
suction to random places on her breasts. She buried her hands in my hair
and started softly moaning her pleasure at what I was doing.

When I had both of her nipples fully extended and glistening from my
saliva, I started easing myself farther and farther down her body,
blazing a trail of soft kisses on her skin - when I wasn't gently
nibbling at it with my lips. There wasn't a square inch of her smooth,
firm belly that wasn't subject to my attentions before my lips brushed
the fringes of her sparse pubic hair.

Before moving any further, I looked up at her, and saw only trust and
confidence in her eyes - which were hooded with her desire. When I moved
to kiss her lower, on her mons, she readily spread her legs further; and
pulled her knees up to open herself to me as much as she could.

A few more kisses, and I was the first man to be graced with the sight
before me: an unimpeded look at the core of her womanhood. Her thin
pubic hair did nothing to hide the cleft of her pudendum; within that
cleft were her labia, flowing out from under the hood of her exposed
clitoris, continuing on to bracket the entrance to her vagina before
fading into her perineum. Smooth and soft, they were also parted
slightly, the area between glistening slightly with dewdrops of her
essence. The aroma of her womanhood was musky, but with a slight
spicy/sweet overtone.

Without hesitation, I extended my tongue to draw it up between her inner
lips - collecting the full flavor of her oils and finding them to be as
delightful as I'd expected. When I did that, I felt her tense under my
hands *ever* so slightly - but when I repeated my actions to taste her
again, the tension quickly left her.

For the next few minutes, I delighted in being able to fully sample this
treasure that she so willingly offered me. I lapped at her vaginal
entrance as though it were an ice cream cone. I took her labia into my
mouth to softly suck on them, and feel them get longer and thicker in
response.

It was when I let my tongue find its way to her clitoris that I felt her
reach down to take my head in her hands. Lifting it so she could look
into my face, her head and shoulders were flushed with her arousal as
she told me "I... I want to do like that to you, too."

I smiled, and nodded my acceptance before moving to get to my knees.
Looking down at her, I could see that she was uncertain what to do. I
reached down to take her hand, and she readily let me guide her to her
knees, too. Once there, she hesitated only briefly before kissing me -
and when her lips met mine, she wasn't the slightest bit reluctant to
open her mouth so our tongues could dance in each other's mouths. I knew
that she was also getting a slight taste of herself when she paused for
a moment - but it was only for a moment, and she quickly went back to
letting me know how much passion she had been holding inside.

With the end of the kiss, she pulled back slightly. When she saw me
looking at her, she blushed slightly, and asked "That is what I taste
like, there?"

I smiled, and told her "Yes."

She shyly smiled back before telling me "I think that I can understand
why you like to do that. It is not a bad taste."

I kissed her again, softly, and lay down on the bed, on my back. She
looked at me quizzically, and I simply guided her to straddle my head.
Understanding what was next, she leaned forward to put her hands on the
bed before lowering herself so that my erect penis was within her reach.
With only a little adjustment, we were soon positioned for what we were
about to do.

I lifted my head slightly, so that I could extend my tongue to take
another taste of her female essence; she responded by tilting her head
slightly and licking at the shaft of my erection. I licked at her labia
a few more times before shifting my attention to her clitoris, which was
erect and clearly visible. When my tongue softly drifted across its
surface, she released a low moan of pleasure, and moved her focus to the
head of my erect member, licking at it as I had done to her labia just a
short time before.

As I continued to apply my tongue to her clitoris, she finally opened
her mouth to take me inside - letting her lips wrap around me just
behind the head. With that hurdle passed, she soon started using her
lips and tongue to explore my length, for as far as she could get me
into her mouth. I was pleasantly surprised when she never did anything
that actually hurt me. She tried a few things that were uncomfortable,
but she seemed to understand what the problem was when they happened,
and readily changed what she was doing.

As her arousal increased with my attentions, so did her enthusiasm, and
willingness to try different things. After a couple of minutes, she
released me from between her lips so she could catch her breath and pant
with the excitement I was bringing her. When she was ready to take me
into her mouth again, I could feel that there was a drop of pre-cum on
the end of my penis; with only a moment's hesitation, she stuck her
tongue out to lick it off - and apparently found the taste acceptable,
if not pleasing, judging from the way she started hungrily - but gently
- sucking on me.

She didn't have any experience or technique; but she MORE than made up
for those shortcomings with her enthusiasm and willingness to
experiment. It didn't take her but a few minutes to get me as hard as
I'd ever been, and move me along toward my climax.

Not wanting to leave her behind, I applied myself to bringing her as
much stimulation and pleasure as I could: taking her clitoris between my
lips and softly 'milking' it with them; circling her clitoris with the
tip of my tongue, varying the pressure and speed at which I manipulated
it; placing my mouth over the entrance to her vagina, and softly sucking
on it to draw out her womanly nectar; and finally, forming a rod with my
tongue, and sliding it into her, accompanied by her deep moan of
pleasure and arousal.

My plan had only one flaw - a fatal one. With each increase in her
pleasure, she seemed all the more determined to please ME, in return.
The sheer enthusiasm she showed for her self-appointed task was doing
more to move me toward MY climax than what I could do to bring her to
HERS.

There came the point where I knew it was a lost cause; even as I felt my
balls tighten up, I managed to gasp out the warning "I'm going to
shoot!"

She barely had time to pull her lips free of me before the first load of
my semen rocketed out the end of my erection as she watched. As I found
out later, it hit her on the chest, and dribbled down to drip off one of
her nipples; in the mean time, she quickly wrapped her lips around my
glans again, sucking on me in time with the pulsing of my erection in
her hand. As her mouth filled with my inert seed, I could feel her
rolling it around on her tongue, as though savoring the taste before
swallowing it to make room for more.

As the last of my juices trickled out the end of my deflating erection,
Marlyn greedily lapped them up before starting to lick my penis clean.
When she started doing that, I quickly resumed the activities I'd been
happily performing for her before - sliding my stiffened tongue into her
hot, wet womanhood for several thrusts before fluttering my tongue
across her clitoris for a while, and then returning to penetrate her
with my tongue again.

With her attention fully on her own pleasure, it didn't take but a
couple more minutes before I felt her start to tense over me as she got
closer to her own release. As I felt her tension increase, I slowed my
actions, easing her toward a more powerful climax.

When I felt that she was on the very edge of another orgasm, I all but
threw her into it with a furious but soft fluttering across her clitoris
with the tip of my tongue. She tried to push her entire pelvis into my
mouth as her thighs clamped down on my head again; her deep-throated cry
of release let me know that this orgasm was even more powerful than the
first.

Her entire body went through cycles of absolute rigidity, alternating
with periods of near-collapse. With each wave of her release, I would
softly suck on her clitoris in time with the spasms passing through her
- then drink in the musky oils that overflowed from her vagina.

Again, she all but collapsed when enough of her orgasm had passed. I was
expecting it that time, and quickly moved to ease her off of me, and
onto her back on the bed. Her eyes were still closed, and she seemed
pretty far out of it, so I carefully pulled her onto my lap. Getting her
legs outside of mine, I eased both of us toward the head of the bed;
where I got a couple of pillows in place to prop myself up with. She was
starting to come out of it by then, and weakly tried to help me as I
pulled her a little higher on my lap, so I could bend my knees to form
more of a 'seat' for her.

When she was lying against my chest, I carefully reached over to open
and flavor a bottle of soda. I brought it to her lips, and she took a
few sips of it as I held the bottle before weakly pushing my hand away.
I took a drink myself, and then offered it to her again. This time, she
was able to hold my hand to guide me as she managed several swallows of
it.

A minute later, she pulled my hand up so she could finish the bottle,
which I set with the others. When I turned back to her, she slapped my
arm and exclaimed "Oh! You!"

"What?" I asked, confused.

"You! You did that on purpose!"

"Yes, me. Did what on purpose?"

"Made me do that again, only more!"

It took me a second before I understood that she was talking about how I
made her orgasm again, and made it stronger than the first one. I put my
arms around her, and answered "Yes, I did it on purpose. I wanted to
thank you for what YOU did!"

Hearing that, she surprised me with a shy grin, and said "I liked to do
that for you."

"I could tell." I teased.

She blushed slightly, and replied "When you told me that you were going
to - shoot? - I wanted to see what it looked like. When I tasted you
before, it was a little salty, but nice. So after I saw what you did, I
wanted to know if the other one was like that, too."

"And?"

She grinned at me, and said "It was nice, too. Different, but still
nice! You liked that?"

"I liked that very much. You made me feel very good when you did that."

Her grin got even wider, and she said "I liked it, too. Is the taste
always like that?"

"I don't know. I think a little bit, but I'm not sure. I know for women
the taste is a little different, but a little bit the same, too; so I
think it is probably like that for men, too."

She smiled, and nodded in understanding before leaning back against my
chest again, pulling my arms tighter against her body.

A couple minutes later, she leaned over to get us each another bottle of
soda, adding a healthy dollop of lime juice to each. When we'd both
finished our drinks, she got off my lap to put the bottles on the tray.
She hesitated a moment, then picked up the tray and left the bedroom
with it, returning a couple minutes later with cold ones. She also had a
big smile on her face, and after she closed the door, she told me "I saw
Kelly, and she helped me in the kitchen. While we were there, she gave
me a big kiss and told me I smelled good!"

I smiled back at her, and said "I'm surprised she didn't tell you that
you smelled good enough to eat."

Marlyn got a mildly confused look on her face, and I went on to explain
the joke - when she got it, she blushed furiously, but grinned.

She set the tray on the nightstand, then climbed back onto my lap to
take the same position she'd been in before. She didn't hesitate to put
her legs on either side of mine, and I could feel the touch of her mons
against my penis - and knew that she could feel ME, in return.

For perhaps a half hour or more, we sat there - with Marlyn doing most
of the talking as she told me about her childhood, and what it was like
for her growing up.

As she talked, she got more and more animated; her increased movement on
my lap, coupled with my recovery from the climax she'd given me, started
my penis growing again.

When I had gotten large enough, she noticed the increased pressure
against her mons. She looked down to see what was happening, and then
looked back up at me with a wide grin on her face before saying "You are
ready?"

"Not quite - but close." I answered.

She got a mischievous gleam in her eye, and said "I will be the one to
do that!" before moving to turn around on my lap and scooting back
toward my feet. I felt her breasts pressing against my thighs even as
she wrapped her hand around my stiffening penis. Lifting it up, she
didn't hesitate to wrap her lips around the head and start gently
sucking on me.

I watched her for several moments, and saw her pleased smile when I
finally said "I want to touch you, too."

She didn't delay in pivoting herself around where my penis was buried in
her mouth; bringing her small, tight ass within my reach.

I reached out to cup one of her ass cheeks in my hand, marveling at how
smooth and firm it was before I traced a line down to start softly
caressing the insides of her thighs. When she felt my touch getting
closer to where her vaginal lips were clearly visible to me, she readily
moved her knees apart to give me room to start slowly stroking the cleft
of her sex.

As before, I ran my fingertip between her vaginal lips to collect some
of her lubrication - then moved on to caressing her clitoris. At my
touch, she spread her legs even farther apart; I could easily see that
her labia were getting longer and thicker as I drew gentle circles
around her nubbin. In only a couple of minutes, it was obvious that she
was fully aroused: her vaginal lips were fully extended and parted
slightly around the entrance to her womanhood.

The area between her inner lips was glistening slightly with her
essence; when she started a slow, almost involuntary hunching of her
hips, I thought that it was finally time to explore the last part of her
that I didn't know: her vagina.

Moving slowly and carefully, I started moving my finger through her
cleft, letting it brush *ever* so slightly across her opening before
moving on. I repeated my actions several more times, and with each pass
across the entrance of her female core, I pressed marginally harder
against it. There finally came the time when I simply laid my hand along
the length of her mons before curling my finger to place the tip of it
at her opening. I pressed against it, firmly but gently, letting her
know what I wanted to do; but doing so in such a way that she would have
time to stop me if she wished, and making it clear to her that I was not
going to hurt her.

When she felt it, she released my saliva-shiny erection from her lips to
turn her head and tell me "It's okay, Dan. You can do that."

Still, I watched her carefully as I took my finger - thoroughly wetted
with her oils - and gently twisted it as I eased my way past the tight
ring of her entrance. I could tell that she was slightly nervous, and as
soon as I knew I was a little way inside her, I stopped. I waited a few
seconds to make sure she was still okay with what I was doing, before
easing my finger out of her a bit to make sure it stayed wet with her
oils. Then I pressed it into her a little farther, as far as my first
knuckle, and stopped again. Another wait, back out a bit, then in again.
Just before I got as far as my second knuckle, I felt the ring of tissue
that made up her maidenhead - and I immediately stopped again before
asking her "Are you okay?"

She nodded, and said "That was my hymen, yes? I could feel it when you
touched it - like a small pressure, but nothing more."

"Yes, that was it. You didn't feel any pain?"

"Oh, no, you were very careful! It feels strange to have something in me
like that - but it feels good, too."

"If you want, I can try to find out if it will be difficult for you to
have me inside you the first time. Or I can just leave it alone, and
only have my finger in you this much. It is up to you." I told her.

"If you think it will help, then you can do that. I know you will not
hurt me."

"I will not hurt you on purpose - but if it hurts you even a little bit,
I will stop."

She smiled at me and said "I know" before turning back to take me into
her mouth again.

I wasn't about to violate the trust that she was showing me, and took
the time to make sure that my finger was well-coated with her juices
before daring to begin my investigations.

She was hot inside - incredibly hot. Compared to how cool her skin felt,
she was almost a blast furnace inside. And amazingly, wondrously tight.
I'd barely been able to get my finger past the phenomenally tight ring
of her entrance; what lay behind it was barely any larger. Had she not
been as wet as she was inside, I know that there wouldn't have been any
way for me to do what I was. I knew that if I didn't do _something_ to
loosen her up a bit inside - and stretch her opening a little - there
was no way she was going to be able to take me inside, no matter HOW
close I was to being of average size.

But the first order of business was to find out how much trouble we
would have getting past her hymen.

To help loosen her up a bit, and make further explorations easier, I
slowly and gently slid my finger in and out of her several times -
getting it thoroughly wetted with her lubrication. As I did, I could
also feel her relaxing slightly around my digit, stretching to adjust to
this new presence in such an intimate area. Her only reaction to all of
this was to pause a few times to moan softly as she slid her lips up and
down my manhood.

Only when I could move my finger relatively easily did I press into her
far enough to come into contact with her maidenhead. She didn't show any
trace of fear or nervousness - she really did trust me not to hurt her.
I couldn't even feel what her lips and tongue were doing to my erection:
all of my attention was on the end of my finger as I carefully and
gently probed at the very essence of her virginity.

I gently and _carefully_ examined and tested her hymen with my finger -
and finally concluded that it was still soft and thin enough not to
present TOO much of a barrier, if she really did want to experience
everything about making love.

After reaching that decision, I spent the next several minutes trying to
get her ready to have me inside her, if that was what she wanted. When I
was able to move my middle finger in her with ease, I expanded my
efforts to use my ring and little fingers - those two together not being
too much larger. By the time she was able to take those two fingers
easily, she was moaning almost constantly from the stimulation; when she
felt me remove them, she released my penis from her mouth before turning
to sit up next to me.

With a wicked gleam in her eyes, she reached to take hold of my hand and
lift it to her face - where she promptly started sucking on the fingers
that had been inside her, cleaning them of her juices. When she was
done, she released my hand to say "Masarap!" (delicious), a big grin on
her face. I grinned back as she swung one leg over me, and sat facing me
on my lap - my erection pressed firmly (!) against her mons. Pulling my
hands up to cover her breasts, she looked deep into my eyes and said
"This has all been very nice, and makes me feel *very* good. But there
is one more thing, and I want to know THAT, too. Will you make love with
me?"

I ran my thumbs over her nipples one more time before putting my hands
on her hips and telling her "Marlyn, I would be happy to make LOVE with
you. But I want to remind you that you can still tell me to stop, at any
time, and I will."

She blinked at that, and after a moment said "Yes, I think you would.
But you won't have to. Now I know what it is that I have been waiting
for: you. I *want* to do this now, even more than before - because I
know that you will be patient and gentle with me. I could feel you
inside me, and I think _maybe_ it will still hurt - but only a little
bit; and I know that you will show me pleasure when the pain is gone."

With that, she leaned forward to hug me, and I hugged her in return.
When it was over, she leaned back again, and asked "What do we do now?"

"We make love, if you want."

"I want!" she declared.

I smiled at her enthusiasm, and explained what I wanted to do. She
nodded happily, and moved off my lap to position herself on her hands
and knees, looking back at me. I couldn't help but pause a few seconds
to admire this new view of her, before getting to my knees and moving
behind her.

Holding my erect, and still slick, penis in my hand, I moved forward to
position it at her entrance before sliding the head between her labia to
wet it some more with her hot oils. When I was sure that I was wet
enough with her juices, I rested the head between her vaginal lips,
pressing slightly against the entrance to her vagina. I put one hand on
her hip, giving it a caress, before I started pressing my hips forward.

I could *feel* it as she consciously tried to relax her opening.
Millimeter by millimeter, I could see as the glans of my erection
disappeared between her labia. After a few seconds, I suddenly felt
myself pop through, and immediately stopped - before Marlyn even had
time to gasp her surprise at my invasion.

Even with the effort I'd put into stretching and loosening her before,
she was still *tight* - not just where the ring of her entrance muscles
were clamped down behind my glans, but inside, as well. She was so tight
around me, it was almost painful - so I was more than happy to give her
as much time as she wanted to get used to my presence, and to stretch
around me.

I could hear her panting as she tried to get used to having even that
much of me inside her. It was easily a couple of minutes before I heard
her breathing slow and felt her loosen around me *ever* so slightly.
Another couple of minutes, and I could feel that she had stretched
enough to make further action possible - but I continued to wait for her
to let me know that SHE was ready.

A little longer, and I finally heard her say "Okay. I am ready."

One hand still on her hip, I used the other to keep myself 'on track' as
I pushed myself into her a little more - perhaps an inch, before I
thought I should stop again. Again, I could hear her panting as she let
herself get used to my additional presence. This time, the recovery
didn't take as long, and she simply told me "Okay."

I eased myself out of her until only the head of my erection was inside
her. I paused a few seconds, and then pressed myself back into her,
slowly, for about half of the previous gain. I stopped, and backed out
again; I was not only making sure I stayed well-lubricated with her
wetness, but making sure that she was completely used to having me in
her as far as I was before I tried to go any deeper in her.

A couple of cycles of that, and I pushed myself into her a little
farther - only to run into the obstruction of her hymen. Of course, I
immediately stopped, waiting to see if I'd caused her any pain or
discomfort. When she didn't say anything, I repeated the previous cycle:
backing out of her until only my glans was inside her, then pushing in
to gently bump her hymen.

After perhaps a dozen such strokes, I pressed in again and bumped
against her maidenhead - and then on past it for perhaps half an inch.
When it happened, Marlyn gave out a small squeak, but didn't try to move
away from me. I held myself still inside her, and leaned over her to ask
"Marlyn, are you okay? Does it hurt, or do you want me to stop?"

She drew in a ragged breath, and answered "Yes, I'm okay. It hurt a
little bit, but just for a second. It's okay now, really."

"Do you want me to stop?"

Her vehement reply was "NO!", and then a bit softer, "No, you don't have
to stop. Just hold still for a little bit."

I did as she told me - except that I reached forward to put my hands on
her shoulders and give them a brief massage to help relax her. When I
felt the tension leave her muscles, I started caressing her - back,
sides, hips, the outsides of her thighs, anyplace I could reach.

Perhaps a minute later, I felt her press herself back against me - in
apparent invitation to continue. I eased myself out of her - I saw the
traces of blood on my penis - and slid myself into her again. Over the
next couple of minutes, I repeated the pattern, and each time I entered
her, it was a little deeper, and a little more easily. Sooner than I'd
have expected, I felt myself 'bottom out' in her - the head of my
erection was pressing against the deepest part of her vagina, filling
her _completely_. There was still a little bit of me that wasn't inside
her; but I knew that when she'd stretched a little more, I would have my
entire length in her; her woman's sheath would completely cover my male
sword.

A couple more slow, gentle strokes, and it happened: the last of my
manhood disappeared inside her, even though I could still feel the
deepest part of her touching the end of my erection.

When that happened, she raised her head and turned it to look at me with
a smile of absolute radiance. It took her a couple of tries, but she was
finally able to speak, telling me "It... it feels so *good*! I feel so
FULL - like there was something missing from me, and now I have it!"

With that kind of reaction from her, there wasn't anything else for me
to do - but to empty, then fill, her again. As I did, I could see on her
face how much pleasure I was bringing her with that one, simple act. I
was so inspired by what I saw that I did it again. And again. And again.

It didn't take long before I was pistoning in and out of her in a slow,
steady rhythm that was clearly bringing her more pleasure than she'd
ever experienced before. She quickly developed an aroused blush that
started in her face, but soon spread to include her shoulders, and from
where I could see them, the tops of her breasts as well. As her arousal
grew, so did her passion and pleasure. In only a few minutes, she was
moaning her pleasure between gasps for breath. After a bit, I leaned
forward to cup her breasts in my hands, feeling their weight shift in
response to my thrusts - her nipples would drag across my palms, making
them harder and harder as the sensation increased her excitement. When
my back started to tire, I released them to straighten up again; when I
did, I heard her disappointed groan before she used one hand to replace
one of mine on her breast.

Looking down between us, I could still see traces of blood from the loss
of her virginity - but I could also see ample liquid evidence of her
arousal and excitement: she was wet enough that not only was I
thoroughly coated, but the excess had gone on to coat her labia before
our contact spread them even further to saturate my pubic hair and give
her entire crotch and pelvis a glaze. I watched as her vaginal lips
alternately stretched and disappeared in response to my movements in and
out of her - they would clasp at me as I withdrew, only to be tucked
back in with each inward movement of my penis.

In the rare, brief silences between her impassioned cries, I could hear
the liquid sounds of our union - with my added presence in her, she'd
gotten even wetter inside, and I could hear the squishing noises as I
moved in and out of her. She was still incredibly hot inside, but had
stretched enough that she took my presence readily - from being nearly
painfully tight at first, she was now 'only' amazingly, wonderfully
tight around me. If anything, she felt so good around me that she was
bringing _me_ far more pleasure than I'd expected - I didn't want this
to end too quickly, and knew that if I didn't do *something*, it would.

I leaned forward slightly, and reached around her to where we were
joined. There, I quickly and easily found her erect and slippery
clitoris, and began to softly rub it in time with my thrusts in her.
That brought about the anticipated reaction: in only a couple of
minutes, her cries and breathing had escalated dramatically; from the
way her vagina was clasping at me, I knew that her orgasm wasn't far
off. A minute or so later, her vagina suddenly clamped down on me as she
released what could only be described as a scream when her climax hit. I
could feel how she tightened down on me all along my length in a single
action; a few seconds passed, and she just as suddenly released me -
only to repeat the cycle (minus the scream, thankfully) a second later.
A few seconds, and she relaxed again, a brief pause, then another wave
of it would overwhelm her. Several more times, we went through the
process; each time, it was a bit milder than the time before; but there
was never any doubt that she was having an orgasm; a BIG one.

After several such exhausting spasms, Marlyn finally started to collapse
onto the bed. I caught her, and carefully guided her down to make sure
she didn't get hurt, and that she would be comfortable. Keeping myself
over her on my elbows and knees, I was a kind of 'living blanket' for
her while she got her senses back. Surprisingly, she didn't seem to have
'lost it' like she had before - I could see that she was awake and
alert, if somewhat exhausted from the experience.

It was a couple of minutes before she really got her breath back; when
she did, she realized that she was thirsty, again. She started to move
under me, and suddenly realized that I was still hard, and still inside
her. Her eyes turned the size of saucers before she turned to look at me
and ask "You're still like that? You didn't... shoot?"

I kissed her cheek, and told her "Yes, I'm still like that, as you
noticed. No, I didn't shoot."

"Why not? Did I do something wrong?"

"Oh, no, you did everything just fine. I didn't shoot for a couple of
reasons. First, you already helped me have a climax; that makes it
easier for a man to wait before he has another one. Second, I wanted to
wait before I climaxed again - I thought that you might want to make
love some more. You seemed to like what we were doing, so I thought you
would want to do it some more."

She just looked at me in a mixture of awe and gratitude before saying
"You can do that? Wait to have climax?"

"Yes, a little bit. It's easier when I've already had one, like I said."

"And you thought that I would want to make love more, and you did that
for me?"

"Of course" I answered, surprised.

She started to cry, then, and there wasn't anything for me to do but
ease myself out of her - she shuddered as I did - and lay on my side so
she could hold me as she cried.

When it was down to sniffles and hiccups, she pulled away from me a bit.
I told her "Wait here - I'll be right back", and got up to head for the
bathroom.

I came out a minute later with a couple of hand towels and a warm, damp
washcloth. I handed one of the towels to her, and then started to use
the damp washcloth to clean the mixture of blood and vaginal lubrication
off her. It took her a couple seconds to react; when she did, she tried
to sit up and take it away from me, saying "I will be the one!"

I gently eased her back, saying "No, *I* will."

She started to object, but when I didn't pay any noticeable attention to
her as I continued cleaning her off, she settled down again. When I was
done with her, I just as gently and carefully went about drying her off.
When I was finished, I took the towel and washcloth into the bathroom,
and after rinsing the cloth out, used it to clean myself, as well.

Back out in the bedroom, she watched as I made my way to the bed. When I
was lying next to her again, she just lay there looking at me for
several seconds.

I finally asked her "What is it?" and she answered "You are a very
different man than the ones I have known before."

"How is that?"

"There isn't a man in my country that would do for a woman what you just
did for me. Yes, they would take her virginity - but they would brag to
all their friends about it, and not worry about HER. Even the men I
heard about here would be more than happy to make love with a woman, but
they would not care whether she felt pleasure, too, as you did with me.
And they would DEFINITELY not try to wait for their own climax because
they thought she would want to make love some more. I think that you are
a very special man, Dan - here as much as the Philippines."

With that, she started to cry again, and I pulled her close to hold her
as she sobbed into my shoulder. When she'd slowed down again, I asked
her "What was that about?"

"I was thinking about all of my friends, and how all of them were hurt
so much the first time they made love - and how you were so gentle with
me. How almost none of them say that they LIKE to make love; they think
that it is only something that a wife must do for her husband. They
don't know the pleasure they can have from it. I am so sad for them - in
this one night, I have had more pleasure with you than all of them have
had during their entire marriage!"

There wasn't anything for me to say in response; all I could do was give
her a hug, and hold her closer as she cried out her sadness about her
friends.

It took a few minutes, but she finally got her sadness cried out. When
she'd dried her eyes and blown her nose, she got up to put the hand
towel in the bathroom laundry hamper to be washed. When she got close to
the bed again, she said "You were right - I *do* want to make love more"
before pointedly looking at my semi-erect penis.

I grinned, and told her "I don't know if it is broken, or not. Is there
anything you can do with it?"

She grinned broadly in return, and said "I think I can fix it!"

And she did, too.

First, she took it in her hand and gave it a few gentle squeezes before
stroking it slightly. The response to her actions convinced her that my
penis was, in fact, still functional. A few more strokes, and I was
almost fully erect; when she got me to that point, she quickly leaned
over to take me into her mouth and start a soft sucking as she used her
tongue to caress the underside of the head.

In only a minute or so, she had me fully erect; I was glistening with
her saliva when she finally released me from between her lips. When I
reached for her, she willingly let me guide her to lie on her back. Then
I moved over her so the two of us could share a kiss before I started to
again kiss my way down her body. She spread her legs to make room for me
when it was clear that I was working my way to her pelvis. When my body
was between her thighs, she spread her legs even more before lifting her
knees to open herself to me completely.

Looking at her, I could see that the area between her vaginal lips was
still wet with her juices, though her clitoris was hiding under its
hood. I let my head drop, so that I could put my mouth over as much of
her opening as I could before I extended my tongue to press against her
opening. She gasped her pleasure as she felt it slip between her labia
and ease its way into her vagina; she welcomed my penetration by raising
her hips and tilting her pelvis as she tried to fill herself with as
much of my tongue as she could. It took only a few moments before I
could feel her wetness increasing as she was taken over by her arousal
at what I was doing to her.

When she started a slow thrusting with her hips, I knew she wanted more
- but to make sure that she was ready, I moved my attentions to her
clitoris. Taking her erecting nubbin between my lips, I softly sucked on
it as I circled it with my tongue with a gentle pressure. In less than a
minute, she was again moaning and gasping her pleasure and arousal. I
continued what I was doing, though, until I heard her impassioned
"Please! I want you in me again!"

Ever the gentleman, I did as she asked: releasing her from my mouth, I
raised my body enough that I was able to move myself over her again. She
kept her legs parted as I moved, so that she was ready for me when we
both felt my still-slick erection resting against her mons. She reached
between us to take my erection in her hand, and slide the head between
her vaginal lips a couple of times, coating it with her ample
lubrication before she positioned me at the opening to her vagina.

Somehow, she managed to spread her legs a little more before tilting her
pelvis up; her actions were enough to wedge the knob of my penis against
her entrance. Looking up at me, she said "Please - make love to me
again."

I gently hunched my hips, and felt it as I slipped into her again. With
a few back-and-forth strokes to make sure her lubrication was well
distributed, it wasn't long before I was again buried in her - and could
again fell the deepest part of her touching the end of my penis.

I started with a slow, gentle movement in and out of her, letting
perhaps half my length slide free of her before moving to fill her
again. She was still deliciously hot and tight inside, and her ample
supply of feminine oil was more than sufficient to make our love-making
easy. Over the next couple of minutes, I maintained the pace of my
actions in her, but gradually increased the length of my strokes until
nearly my entire length was sliding in and out of her.

When I would pause to let the head of my erection slip back and forth
through her tight opening, she would moan her frustration, and try to
arch her hips up to recapture me - but I would move with her, and
continue my teasing for a few more moments before filling her again in a
single, rapid thrust that always brought a deep groan of satisfaction
from her.

A few more minutes, and I could see that she was starting to get a
little tired from holding her legs open for me. Her eyes opened to look
at me when I paused in our lovemaking, but she understood why I'd
stopped when I moved to put my arms behind her knees to hold her legs up
and open. She smiled her appreciation, then closed her eyes and started
moaning again when I again started pistoning in and out of her. With the
slight change in her position, I was entering her at a slightly
different angle - and able to penetrate her deeply enough that my pubic
bone would bump against her clitoris with each of my thrusts. It didn't
take much of that before her head was tossing back and forth as she
started muttering unintelligible - but obviously passionate - Tagalog
again.

Knowing how aroused she'd gotten when I sucked on her breasts, and how
she'd responded when I'd stimulated her clitoris while we were making
love, it was inevitable that I would try a different combination.
Lowering my head, I took one of her nipples in my mouth and started
sucking on it; when I did, she nearly went wild underneath me: hunching
her hips toward me, her head whipping back and forth, and the increased
volume of her voice as she continued announcing her pleasure and
arousal.

Even when all I did was softly suck on her breasts, she enjoyed what I
was doing - but when my attention was on her nipples, and particularly
when I was sucking on them, it was clear that *that* was what she liked
best. As I was switching back and forth between her nipples, giving each
of them a thorough cleaning and nursing at them, I was surprised to feel
Marlyn's vagina start clasping at me again as she got closer and closer
to another orgasm.

Figuring "what the hell...", I just kept going: maintaining a steady
pistoning in and out of her as I continued to suck on her nipples, and
softly bite at her puckered areolas. A couple minutes later, I wasn't
surprised when she suddenly clamped down on me again as she released a
long, loud cry of release. By that time, she had stretched enough inside
that I was able to keep thrusting in her as I continued sucking on her
nipples - apparently making her climax that much stronger, and drawing
it out even longer as she gasped and shuddered and moaned her way
through it.

As her climax tapered off, I slowed my movement in her - but didn't stop
it. After what turned out to be the last of her spasms passed through
her, her eyes suddenly flew open as she looked up at me in surprise.

"You didn't climax?" she asked, concerned.

"No, not yet. But next time, I think." I answered.

"You... you aren't unhappy with me?"

I smiled in reassurance, and told her "No, not even a little bit. You
make me feel VERY happy. I like to make love with you like this, and I
wanted to do it some more, so I waited is all."

Comforted that she wasn't doing anything wrong - and was actually
pleasing me - she closed her eyes again as she enjoyed feeling me inside
her.

I was starting to feel a little warm and tired; a drop of sweat trickled
off my face and landed squarely between her breasts. She opened her eyes
at the sensation, and looked up to see what had caused it. When she saw
that I was hot and sweating a little, she quickly reached up to wipe the
sweat from my face - and went on to see that I was getting tired, as
well.

"You said that we could make love with me on top of you?" she asked.

"Yes, that is one way." I answered.

She smiled, and said "I think I have made you tired. You lay down, and
we will make love that way, now."

I lowered my head so the two of us could share a kiss before I pulled
myself free of her. As I did, I could feel her pelvis rise up as she
tried to keep me inside her for as long as she could.

When I was able to move, she guided me to lay down on my back, then
quickly moved to lie on top of me with a leg on each side of me. A
little adjustment of her position, and she reached between us again to
lift my erection so that the end of it rested against her opening.
Pressing back, she readily took me inside again; easing herself
backwards a bit, she soon had herself wrapped around my erection as she
lay on top of me. She lifted her body to support herself with her arms,
and started a slow rocking motion that easily moved her up and down my
erection. Satisfied that she was doing it properly, she lowered her body
slightly so that her erect nipples dragged across my chest as she moved.
After a couple of minutes of this, she experimented a little more, and
found that if she arched and straightened her back, she could move
herself on me while keeping her head steady - allowing us to kiss as we
made love.

It also brought her breast within reach; I cupped them in my hands,
feeling their delightful weight as I ran my thumbs over her hard
nipples.

After a while, she raised up again, sitting straight over me as she
raised and lowered herself on my stiff member. I looked between us,
watching as the core of her womanhood alternately hid and revealed my
manhood. She leaned forward slightly, to brace herself with her hands on
my chest. That left me free to caress as much of her body as I could
reach while I watch her breasts as they swayed in slow counterpoint to
her self-impalement.

Over the next several minutes, Marlyn gradually sped up the pace with
which she was moving over me - and the force, as well. It wasn't long
before I heard a frustrated whimper from her when she tried to take my
entire length inside her again. I had felt a few of the fluttering
sensations she made, and knew that she was getting close to her climax.
The increased force and speed that she was using as she moved over me
were having an effect on me, too - so I was more than willing to help
her with her problem.

I put my hands on her hips to slow her down, and then stop her. When she
looked at me, I told her "You aren't in a good position for that. If you
will get on your feet and squat over me, I think you will be able to do
what you want."

She nodded her understanding, and put her weight on her arms as she
carefully - so as to not pull free of me - moved to get her legs under
her. That left her squatting over me, as I'd suggested, and she was
easily able to lower herself far enough to get all of me inside her
again. She got a delighted smile on her face when she felt me completely
filling her again, and seemed even more pleased when she found out that
the new position also let her raise and lower herself onto me more
quickly, as well. In less than a minute, she was moving on me even
faster than she had been before - and I could feel it as the fluttering
of her vagina increased, as well.

It was only a few minutes more before I felt my balls tighten up - the
combination of how she was moving on me, the way her vagina felt around
me, and the feeling of 'bottoming out' in her with every stroke finally
combined to bring me to the edge of release. A few more seconds, and I
knew it was going to happen; I gasped out "I'm going to do it!" as she
was lifting herself off of me. When she lowered herself again, it
happened - the first pulse of my hot semen jetted out the end of my
erection to immediately wash the depths of her womanhood. I knew she
could feel it when her eyes flew open, and she got a distant stare on
her face that was focused on a point about ten light years into space.

Even as I was flooding the deepest part of her with the second spurt of
my seed, I felt her tighten around me as she cried out the arrival of
her own release. I was already in her as far as I could go, but she
still pressed herself down on me, trying to get as much of me inside her
as she could while I continued to fill her with my jism. I couldn't stop
myself from reaching up to squeeze her breasts and firmly pinch her
nipples while she continued to cry out with each wave of her climax.

I was the first to finish, and I could feel our mixed juices being
forced out around my still-erect penis by the clenching of her vagina.
Only when the duration and frequency of her spasms dropped off did she
finally come back to our planet long enough to all but collapse on top
of me with my erection still buried in her. Even then, there were still
a few more flutters that passed through her - but they were aftershocks
from the main event.

Her head was resting on my chest, and I could feel her breath on my
sparse chest hairs as she panted her way back from her release. Both of
us were covered in a thin film of perspiration, and the gentle air
currents from the ventilation system helped cool us from our exertions -
doing more for Marlyn, than me, because of her position on top of me.

After a couple of minutes, I could feel that Marlyn's breathing had
slowed and stabilized, so I wasn't surprised when she finally moved.
What did surprise me, though, was the ferocity of her hug when she tried
to wrap her arms around me, and the frequency of the kisses that she
applied to my face and head and chest and shoulders. I was even more
surprised, though, when I felt what could only be her hot tears
splashing onto my chest when she rested her head on it again.

I gently rubbed her back as I asked her "Marlyn? Are you okay?"

"Oh, yes!" was her happy reply.

"Then why are you crying?"

"Because I'm so happy! Because you made me feel so *good*!"

I understood then. Not that I actually understood _why_ any better than
the myriad of times that Kelly had cried because she was happy; but
knowing that they were tears of happiness - that, I could deal with. So
I just continued to rub her back and hold her as she cried.

After a bit, the tears stopped, and I felt her reach up to push away the
small puddle of them that had developed on my chest as she laughed. When
she did that, I hugged her gently, and gave her a soft kiss on top of
the head. She tilted her head back to look at me, and I took the
opportunity to kiss her again, on her little button of a nose. She
smiled, and let her head tilt forward again, content for us to be laying
there as we held each other.

It wasn't until my penis shrank enough to pull free of her - releasing a
small flood of our combined fluids - the she moved again: giving a small
start when she felt it starting to happen, she tried to get off of me. I
put my arms around her and held her steady, telling her "its okay,
Marlyn. That's what happens. It doesn't bother me, if it doesn't bother
you."

She relaxed against me again for a little while, but eventually pushed
herself up again, apologetically telling me "It is making me feel cold,
and sticky."

I smiled and told her "If it's making you uncomfortable, then go ahead.
Do you want me to do anything to help?"

She shook her head, saying "No, I can do it. You stay there."

She quickly made her way to the bathroom, reappearing a little later
with an obviously damp washcloth and a towel. The first thing she did
was to wipe ME off, then - without hesitation or shyness - cleaning
herself between her thighs. When she was done, she again took care of me
before drying herself and taking the towel and washcloth back into the
bathroom.

When she came back, she seemed uncertain about lying on top of me again;
I simply raised my arm to indicate that she was certainly welcome to lie
next to me if she wanted. She did, and happily lay on her side to
snuggle next to me - her head on my shoulder, one leg across mine, and
her arm on my chest. I had an arm wrapped around her, and softly
caressed her from hip to shoulder as she all but purred in response.

We lay like that for quite some time. Only when I felt Marlyn shiver
slightly did I realize just how long we'd been there. When I suggested a
shower, Marlyn readily agreed - and welcomed my offer to join her. She
looked hesitant for a moment, and I told her to go ahead and use the
bathroom first; I'd join her in a little bit. She smiled shyly, and
climbed over me to make her way to the bathroom. When she'd closed the
door behind her, I got up and changed the sheets on her bed - I didn't
think she'd be sleeping there that night, but didn't want to leave a
mess for her, either.

When I was done, I knocked at the door, and heard Marlyn's muffled "It's
okay". I went in to find that she'd already gotten into the shower - it
had taken her all of two days to get spoiled by having *hot* water for
bathing. I emptied my bladder, and opened the shower door to join her.
Together, we had plenty of friendly play as we got each other cleaned
off, and dried.

When we got out of the bathroom, Marlyn saw that I'd changed the sheets
for her, and gave me a hug before thanking me with her eyes. She started
to put on her panties, but when she saw that all I did was collect my
clothes, she took them back off again. I told her "I'm just going to put
these away; I'll be back in just a moment", and she nodded her agreement
before bending over to pick up her own things.

A minute or so later, I gently knocked at her door, and she opened it to
join me as we both headed - naked, and unashamed - for the den. When we
got there, Kelly was sitting on the couch, watching television. When she
saw us, she just smiled broadly at Marlyn as Marlyn blushed slightly.
Kelly got up, and asked if we were hungry or thirsty; Marlyn allowed
that she was a little hungry, and I confessed to thirst. Kelly said
she'd take care of it, and headed for the kitchen - AFTER guiding Marlyn
to sit on my lap on the couch and giving her a kiss.

When she got back, Kelly had a bagel with cream cheese for Marlyn and a
Coke for me. She waited patiently as Marlyn got herself wrapped around
the food. When Marlyn finally wiped the last trace of cream cheese from
her lips, Kelly teased her by saying "I'm going to trust that you had a
good time - I could hear it clear in here!"

Marlyn blushed furiously, and started to say something, but Kelly
interrupted her to say "No, its okay, Marlyn. I was just teasing you.
I'm *glad* that you felt so good while you were with him, and that he
was able to make you feel that way."

Marlyn looked at her, and said "I'm glad - because he DID make me feel
SO good. He was kind and gentle and patient with me, and he made me feel
so happy while I was with him. I did not know that it could FEEL like
that to be with a man! I cried, I was so happy with how I felt; when we
were... finished, he made me feel so good when he just held me, and
touched me like he cares about me."

Kelly smiled, and told her "That's because he *does* care about you -
just like I do, and all the rest of us. You are our _friend_, and we
love you. That's all that really matters to us."

Marlyn seemed content with that for the moment, and didn't even seem to
notice what she was doing when she leaned against my chest and pulled my
arms around her - at least, not until she saw Kelly's amused smile, and
realized what she'd just done. Before she could move or speak, Kelly
leaned over to give her a kiss, and say "That's fine, Marlyn. You're
welcome to have him hold you as much as you want."

When Kelly went back to watching television, Marlyn tilted her head back
to look at me. I just smiled and nodded in agreement with Kelly; that
seemed to be all she needed for reassurance, and she gave a contented
sigh as she leaned against me again.

It was a couple of hours later when Marlyn eased herself off my lap to
go stand next to Kelly. When Kelly looked up at her, Marlyn asked
"Kelly, is it okay if I sit on your lap, too?"

Kelly assured her that she was most welcome, and opened her arms in
welcome to Marlyn. Marlyn hesitantly sat down, and Kelly didn't delay in
giving her a hug and kiss. Kelly could see as well as I did that Marlyn
was a trifle nervous about being in such close contact with another
woman, and after her initial greeting, didn't do anything else to
Marlyn. It took a little while, but Marlyn finally realized that Kelly
was going to treat her the same way *I* had - by letting Marlyn move at
whatever pace she was comfortable with, and not trying to push her in
_any_ way.

With that realization, Marlyn finally took the initiative, and kissed
Kelly during a commercial. Kelly, of course, kissed her back - and from
what I could see, with only the same feelings that Marlyn was kissing
her. A little later, Marlyn kissed her again, with a little more passion
- which Kelly returned.

After a bit, I heard Marlyn tell Kelly "You have such beautiful
breasts."

Kelly's response was to thank her, and say "I think that yours are,
too."

Marlyn looked doubtful, and said "I think they are too small,
sometimes."

I saw Kelly smile as she told Marlyn "No, I think they are just the
right size - for YOU. If you had larger breasts, you would not be as
pretty as you are; right now, you have just the RIGHT shape."

Marlyn didn't seem too sure about that, and Kelly turned to me to ask
"Dan, do you think Marlyn's breasts are too small?"

I looked over at Marlyn, and asked "Why? Don't they fit?" - making her
laugh at the joke.

Kelly laughed, too, and told her "He said something like that to Jan,
and even me, when we asked him questions like that. It's his way of
telling you that what you have is what you have - and that it's right
for YOU _because_ that's what you have. May I?" - the last with her hand
over Marlyn's breast. Marlyn slowly nodded her acceptance, and Kelly
cupped her breast, feeling its weight and firmness before saying "I
think your breasts are just fine. If they were smaller, there would not
be enough of them to enjoy this much. If they were larger, they would
sag down. They are firm and soft at the same time - just right."

Kelly didn't remove her hand, and Marlyn looked up at her questioningly.
Kelly nodded in response, and Marlyn put her hand on Kelly's breast in
return - feeling its size and weight and texture, much as Kelly had done
with her.

Hesitantly, Marlyn told her "I... I have never touched another woman's
breast like this. I mean, I touched them while I was a nurse, but that
was different. This is more... personal."

Kelly smiled, and told her "You don't have to be afraid to touch me. I
know that I am pretty, and that I have a nice shape. If you want to
touch me _anywhere_, you are welcome to. I know that I would like to be
able to touch, you, too."

With that, the two of them shared a Look - one that made it clear to
Marlyn that Kelly was inviting her to be as intimate as she wanted; and
that Kelly was happy with the idea of doing the same.

Shyly, Marlyn said "When we were telling Marilyn about sex, and showing
her about a woman's parts, I was surprised to see how much hair you and
Robyn had - there, between your legs. It's so much more than I have, and
even more than almost all of the Filipinas I know."

Kelly eased Marlyn off her lap long enough to stand up and remove her
panties before sitting down again. Seated, she turned to face Marlyn,
and said "What I have, and what Robyn has, isn't a lot in this country.
When we were all still going to school, we had to take physical
education - gym - and at the end of the class, all of us had to take
showers together. We saw all of the other girls in our classes, too -
some of them had only a little bit of hair, like you do. Other ones had
a LOT of hair - it looked like they had little hairy animals between
their legs!" - that last making Marlyn smile.

Kelly went on to tell her "If you want, any one of us would be happy to
let you look at us naked, so you can see that you don't have to be
concerned about how you look. Every one of us has different breasts and
nipples, and different hair than the others - we're even different in
how we look between our legs. But like Dan has told us: we have all the
right parts in all the right places, so nothing else really matters. You
heard about the nightgown contest we had for Dan, right?"

Marlyn looked over at me, then turned back to Kelly and nodded. Kelly
told her "You know we tried *very* hard to make him crazy, but it didn't
work - he is too much of a gentleman. But when it was over, he told us
something that I have always remembered."

Marlyn looked at her in anticipation, and Kelly went on "He told us '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'. That
was after he told us that there are guys that are attracted to different
sizes and shapes of breasts, pubic hair, butts, and all that other
stuff. So there is NO reason for you to be worried about how you look."

With that, Kelly leaned forward again to give Marlyn a kiss - one that
Marlyn willingly returned - and escalated when she put her hand on
Kelly's breast again before moving it up to start teasing Kelly's
nipple. Kelly responded in kind, and in short order, each of them had
both hands on the other's breasts as their kiss deepened and lengthened.

When they finally parted, both were panting slightly; and from what I
could see, I was willing to bet that there were not just one, but TWO
sets of erect female nipples on the couch.

Kelly took Marlyn's hand, and asked "Would you like to continue this?
Maybe someplace more private?"

Marlyn turned to look at me; I just smiled and nodded my encouragement
before she turned back to Kelly and said "Yes. I think I would like
that."

As they passed, both leaned over to give me a goodnight kiss, and got a
pat on the butt in return before they made their way down the hall.

I stayed there in the den, watching TV, to give them as much time as
they wanted. It was perhaps half an hour later when Mabel let me know
that someone was at the door. I checked the camera, and saw that it was
Robyn - in uniform. I quickly went to let her in, and then led her to
the den.

Once both of us were seated, I asked her what brought her by so late.
She told me that they'd had a murder right before she went off shift,
and that she just needed some company for a little while. I quickly
moved to sit next to her, and took her in my arms, holding her as she
started crying into my shoulder in deep, wracking sobs. Despite the
handle of her revolver poking me, I continued to hold her, rubbing her
back and softly speaking words of consolation as she cried. When she'd
gotten most of it out of her system, she pulled back from me. I patted
her hand, and told her "Sit for a minute. I'm going to get something to
calm you down." She nodded, and I went into the kitchen to mix her a
stiff drink. When I got back to the living room, Cat had made an
appearance, parking herself on Robyn's lap - purring loudly as Robyn
softly petted her. I handed Robyn her drink, and she took half of it in
a single swallow - then gasped when she realized just how strong I'd
made it.

After a bit, I asked her if she'd like to stay the night. She looked
around, and realized that Kelly wasn't with us. She looked at me
quizzically, and asked "Where's Kelly?"

I simply answered "With Marlyn."

It took her a few seconds, but Robyn finally got the implication, and
asked in a surprised tone "Kelly? And *Marlyn*?"

"She decided she wanted to try girls, next."

A few seconds went by before Robyn asked "'next'? As in she tried
something, uh, someone, BEFORE?"

"Yup. Me."

"You? And Marlyn?"

"Kelly's helping her find out about girls. I helped her find out about
guys."

Robyn just smiled, and said "Good! That's the best news I've heard all
night. I *know* you didn't leave her disappointed; and I don't believe
for a minute that Kelly will, either."

About that time, the Universe smiled down, and we both heard a cry of
release echo down the hall.

Robyn and I just looked at each other; at least, until I said "No, I
don't think she did!" - with that, both of us started laughing, almost
hysterically. Cat got miffed at the disturbance, and jumped down to
disappear under the couch.

When we'd gotten our breath back, Robyn said "Yeah, I think I would like
to stay tonight. The murder was some woman that decided she was tired of
her boyfriend beating her up, and having sex - rape was more like it! -
with her thirteen year old daughter. She waited until he was asleep, and
shot him in the crotch with a shotgun. She called us right after she did
it, and was waiting for us when we got there. The only thing she was
worried about was that her daughter would get help."

She sighed, and said "So, yeah, I could use some company tonight. I'm
really not in the mood for making love, but having someone I love to
cuddle with would be just the ticket."

With that, she let me take her hand, and after she'd finished off her
drink with another grimace, let me lead her back to the bedrooms. When
we got close, I could see that the door to my and Kelly's bedroom was
half-open. I led Robyn inside, closed the door behind us, and had her
stand next to the bed as I slowly got her out of her uniform. First to
go was the belt and holster. I knew that SHE knew no one would bother
her pistol, but I also knew she'd be more comfortable knowing where it
was, so I set it on one of the dressers, where she could easily see it.
Next, I unbuttoned her uniform blouse, and removed it to reveal the
bulletproof vest she wore underneath. That was held in place with hook-
and-loop fasteners, and was easily set to the side, revealing the sports
bra she had on underneath. I cupped her encased breasts for a few
moments before reaching between them to unfasten the bra and remove it.
With it gone, her breasts swayed a bit as her nipples erected slightly
in the cool air of the bedroom. Next, I knelt down to untie and remove
the light boots she wore. Those were followed by her uniform slacks,
which left only her plain cotton panties. I slipped those down her legs,
and held her steady as she stepped out of them. Before I stood up again,
I leaned forward to give her a soft kiss just above her pubic hair -
letting her know that I still found her sexy without making any requests
or demands of her.

Taking her hand again, I guided Robyn to lie on the bed, and then moved
to lie down as well. She rolled onto her side, and I moved next to her,
spooning with her from behind. She wiggled herself back against me,
content only when she got my penis wedged between the tight cheeks of
her ass. Sighing happily, she reached back to pull my arm around her,
holding it on her breast as she told me "Thanks, Dan. This is just what
I need tonight."

I simply kissed the back of her neck, and gave her breast a soft squeeze
to let her know I cared. She lifted my hand to kiss it before putting it
back on her breast. We fell asleep like that, holding each other,
comfortable to simply be together.

The next morning, Robyn and I were sitting naked in the kitchen,
drinking coffee when Kelly and a *very* relaxed looking Marlyn made
their way in to join us. Kelly readily moved into my arms for a good-
morning kiss; with only a moment's hesitation and a small blush, Marlyn
followed her example. Kelly went on to kiss Robyn, and again, Marlyn
duplicated her efforts.

Once we were all fed, Robyn borrowed some of Kelly's clothes so she
wouldn't have to wear her uniform, and headed home. That left me, Kelly,
and Marlyn to lounge around the den until Marilyn got home. It was when
Marlyn went to kiss Sandra, Jan, and Susan that they knew that
*something* had happened with her. When she left to see to Marilyn, all
three of them looked at Kelly, then me, before Susan asked "Okay, I'll
play - what the hell happened to Marlyn? When she kissed me, she tried
to clean my tonsils!"

Kelly laughed, and told them "You can probably expect to get even more
interest from her. Last night, she asked Dan to make her a woman - and
he did. Then she wanted to find out what a woman was like - and I helped
her with that. I don't know what Dan did to or with her, but he
apparently opened her up to a LOT of new things. Personally, *I* can
vouch for her willingness and enthusiasm! She was a little sore this
morning from Dan, but that's the only thing left from her life before. I
think ALL of us will be pleasantly surprised by how loving and
affectionate - and even passionate! - she can be. She's still learning -
but she's willing and enthusiastic about it."

Sandra asked "All that? In just one night?"

Here, I reminded them "Why should that be surprising? I seem to remember
that all of YOU seemed to experience some pretty radical changes in just
one night." - reminding them about the 'party' (orgy was more like it)
where I'd deflowered nearly all of them within a 24-hour period.

I went on to add "Besides, what happened to her has been building inside
her for a while. Things were a little shaky at first, and when we were
alone, we had a chance to talk about some of the things that were
bothering her. I think she's pretty close to having her head on straight
about a lot of stuff, now - what she's going through now is probably
just some overcompensation for what she's missed out on before.
Remember, she was still a thirty-plus virgin up until last night; it's
not surprising that once she was past that, she'd be so gung-ho about
finding out what else she's been left out of."

That made sense, and all three of them nodded their heads in
understanding before Jan told us "Well, as much as I'd like to stick
around and find out what *else* she wants to learn, I still have some
other stuff I need to get done."

Sandra agreed, and Susan told us "It was a blast having Marilyn last
night. We stayed up late, watched hunky-guy movies, ate junk food, and
basically did all the stuff *I* remember doing at her age. It kind of
made me sentimental, actually" - with a laugh at the end.

Kelly and I thanked all three of them with a kiss before they left.

That night, as expected, Marilyn took the opportunity to park herself
next to me on the couch. And to no one's surprise, she pulled my arm
around her shoulders, holding my hand on her breast. Finally knowing
that Marlyn was okay with it, I eventually let my hand start caressing
her. I started with a soft squeezing of her breast, which resulted in a
small gasp that no one else _seemed_ to have heard. When she got used to
that, the next step was to play my fingers across her nipple; in short
order, I had her squirming slightly next to me as what I was doing got
her juices flowing - literally, unless my nose was lying to me.

Of course, it was all casual - when I changed position, it was only
natural that I pull my arm away to rest it on the back of the couch. But
when I went in to get drinks for all of us, and sat down on the other
side of her, well, it was just as natural that she should pull THAT arm
around - and eventually get similar treatment for the other breast, with
similar results. At least, until I shifted position on the couch again,
resting my arm on the back of it.

We continued like that for the rest of the evening; Marilyn would pull
my arm around her, or put my hand on her breast, whenever it was
'reasonable'. I didn't fight it, but I was just as 'reasonable' when I
pulled my hand or arm away to do something else with them.

After Marilyn went to bed, I turned to Marlyn and told her "She's
getting braver. I don't think it's going to be much longer before she
comes to me - a couple days, tops."

Marlyn expressed her agreement, and I went on "So, you don't have a lot
of time."

Marlyn looked surprised, and asked "Time for what?"

"Time to tell her what already happened between you and me, and you and
Kelly."

"Why do I do that?"

"Because if you don't, it's a pretty safe bet that after SHE finds out
what it can be like, she's going to come to you and want YOU to find out
about it, too. If that happens, you'll either have to lie to her, or
tell her what already happened. If you tell her that it *already*
happened, she's going to wonder how and why. As much as she depends on
you, I think that might bring up questions that I don't think you would
EVER be able to really answer to her satisfaction."

She nodded at that, and blushed slightly before asking "Why do I tell
her about me and Kelly?"

"She's seen Kelly and all the others kissing and even touching each
other. Don't you think that she's going to wonder what happens with
them, after she's been with me?"

I could see that she hadn't really considered THAT part of it. She
thought it over for a few moments, and said "I'm not sure what to tell
her."

"If I could make a suggestion?" I asked.

"Please!"

"Make sure you tell her that you did it deliberately - that you didn't
do it out of just a moment's passion, or because you thought you 'had'
to. Tell her WHY you did it. When she asks questions, answer them
honestly. That doesn't mean that you have to tell her what you and Kelly
or I did in detail - but don't be afraid to tell her in general terms.
YOU are her mother now; and she is going to look to you for guidance. Do
for her what you wish had been done for you, and I think you'll be all
right."

That gave her plenty to think about as she got up and headed back to the
bedroom.

Kelly and I spent the next day on a drive in the country. Marlyn had
passed, and asked Marilyn to stay with her, to Marilyn's regret.

When we got home, Kelly and I both knew that Marlyn had had her talk
with Marilyn - Marilyn looked at both of us considerably differently
than she had before. Both of us pretended not to notice.

As I'd expected, it wasn't but a couple of days before Marilyn came into
the living room one evening where the rest of us were watching TV.
Wearing only her panties, she found a spot on the couch with Marlyn;
Kelly was in my lap in my chair.

After an hour or so, Kelly got up to get everyone drinks, and then sat
down in one of the other chairs. When Marilyn saw that, she looked over
at me. Kelly and Marlyn were both aware of what she was doing: they were
waiting, as I had been, for Marilyn to finally 'make her move'. So none
of us was surprised when she got up and came over to stand next to the
chair before asking "Tito Dan, is it okay if I sit on your lap?"

I told her that would be fine, and she happily planted herself before
pulling my arms around her to watch TV with me.

A while later, during a commercial, she turned slightly to look at me
and asked "Tito Dan, would you make love with me, like you did with my
momma Marlyn?"

I'd expected her to ask about helping her 'feel good'; but THAT request
left me stunned for a few seconds - as it did Kelly and Marlyn. Both of
them were alternating between staring at Marilyn, and me. When I got my
wits about me again, I got Kelly's eye and gestured at the TV, which she
promptly turned off as Marlyn sat there, stunned to immobility.

I could see that Marilyn was somewhat embarrassed by the sudden
attention she was getting, but she easily responded when I guided her
around on my lap to face me.

Taking her hands in mine, I told her "Marilyn, that is a very special
thing you are asking me."

She lowered her head and said "I know. But you do that with Kelly, and
she told me that it makes her feel even better than when she touches
herself. And you did it with momma, and she told me that you made her
feel good, too."

"But there is a very important difference, Marilyn. Both of them are
grown women, and you are still too young."

She lifted her head to look at me defiantly, and declared "I'm not a
little girl! I have breasts, and even hair!"

I put my hands on her hips, and answered "I did not say that you are a
little girl. I said that they are grown women, and that you are still
too young. Yes, you do have breasts, and hair. But you are still young -
too young to make love. I know that you aren't a little girl, any more.
But you aren't a woman, yet, either. There are still too many things
that you have to learn and experience before you are ready to make
love."

I saw the tears well up in her eyes as she told me "You don't think I'm
pretty enough."

I cupped her face in my hands and guided her down to where I could give
her a kiss before saying "No, Marilyn, that is not the problem. I think
that you are very pretty - even sexy, _for your age_."

"Then why won't you make love with me?!"

"Because like I said, you're simply too young."

She looked at me doubtfully, and I asked "Marilyn, you're thirteen years
old. Do you still like to do the same things as when you were eight?"

She shook her head, and I went on "Do you even like to the same things
as when you were ten years old?"

Again, she shook her head.

"So you have been growing up - as you have gotten older, the things you
know and the things you like to do have grown with you. It is the same
thing, now. In the next few years, you are going to learn more, and
experience more - and FINISH being a woman. From when you were eight
years old until now is only five years. Five years from now, you will be
eighteen - and you will change even more in the next five years than you
have the last five. If you don't believe me, you can ask Kelly, or Jan,
or any of the others, and I will bet that they will tell you the same
thing. Right now, you are a *young* woman; the difference between you
and Kelly and Marlyn is that they are GROWN women, and you are still
young - too young to make love. I love you very much, just as your momma
Marlyn does. And it is because I love you so much, BECAUSE I'm your Tito
Dan, that I won't make love with you. What you are asking is something
*very* important, and _I_ know that you aren't yet old enough to
understand just HOW important it is. I know that you aren't happy now
that I must refuse this; but I also know that there will be the day that
you will be happy that I did."

With that, the waterworks went into full production - tears streamed
down her face as she started quietly crying in earnest. She resisted
only slightly when I pulled her into my arms, rubbing her back as I
tried to comfort her. Marlyn got it together enough to get Marilyn a
small towel, then sit next to her on the chair as the two of us tried to
comfort her. Finally, her crying slowed, and eventually stopped. When
she'd dried her eyes, I could see that Marilyn was embarrassed at having
made such a request, and having it refused. I pulled her into another
kiss, and told her "Its okay, Marilyn. I still love you. So does Kelly,
and so does Marlyn."

Slightly reassured that she hadn't done anything fatal, she quietly told
me "I think I want to go to bed now."

"That's fine." I told her. When she got up, she leaned down for a
goodnight kiss, and even smiled when I gave her a soft pat on the butt
before Marlyn went back to the bedroom with her.

Several minutes later, Kelly and I were still sitting quietly when
Marlyn came back into the den with us. I could see that she'd shed a few
tears of her own, but she appeared calm enough when she sat down.

She gave me a wry smile, and said "Thank you, Dan. I know that was not
an easy thing for you."

"How is she?" I asked.

"Disappointed, a little. But I think relieved, too. We talked a little
bit, and now both of us understand each other. She knows how much all of
us love you, and thought that because she loves you, that she should
make love with you, too. But she understood what you told her, and she's
willing to wait, now. But don't be surprised if she asks again in a few
years!"

I could see in Kelly's eyes that she thought I should give Marlyn a
little more emotional support, so I patted my lap in invitation. Marlyn
didn't hesitate to accept the offer, letting me hold her until it was
time for bed.

It was a few days later that Marilyn surprised all of us by hesitantly
asking if it was okay if she slept with Kelly and me that night. Marlyn
was behind her, and though surprised, indicated that she didn't have any
problems with it. Kelly and I said that it was fine with us; when we
went to bed later, we found Marilyn sound asleep in our bed, with Cat
lying on her stomach. After shooing Cat out, Kelly and I got into bed
with Marilyn, one on each side. She woke up briefly as we were getting
situated, and turned on her side to put an arm around Kelly. I turned to
lie on my side as well, and spooned with her as the three of us fell
asleep.

That event was enough to make Marlyn comfortable with the idea of
sleeping with us, too - though for much different reasons.

Every few nights, she would want to sleep with one or the other of us -
inevitably for a little fun and frolicking. Whether it was me or Kelly
that got selected, the other would go in to share a bed with Marilyn -
who was delighted with the company. Between visits from Marlyn, Kelly
and I had plenty of nights alone for our own pleasures. The only
exception was the night that Marlyn went out on patrol with Robyn, when
Marilyn again slept with Kelly and me. The next morning, when Marlyn
returned, we could see that she was fairly impressed with all she'd seen
and done that night; she reported that she had a *much* greater
appreciation for the difference between American and Filipino police.

It was a system that seemed to work pretty well, and we kept with it for
the rest of their stay with us.

Quite a few times, one or more of Robyn, Jan, Susan, or Sandra would
invite Marilyn over for the night. When that happened, it was just as
likely that one of the rest would ask Marlyn over for their own 'sleep
over' - though it was doubtful that there was much actual sleeping
involved.

As all good things must, there came the time when it had to end: Bill
reported that Marlyn was completely up to speed on factory operations
and that he needed her to go back to the Philippines and help start
hiring people.

A couple weeks before she was to leave, she announced that SHE was going
to make supper for all of us - Kelly and me, Paul, the boys, Bill and
his wife, Sarah and her husband, Bishop Ferguson, all the girls, and
even Ted. Everyone accepted her invitation for the following Friday
evening - and Bill told her to take the day off, so she could prepare.
And prepare she did. When Kelly and I got home, we weren't entirely sure
we were in the right house because of all the delicious smells coming
out of the kitchen. Kelly and I could both cook, after a fashion, but
neither of us had any illusions. What we were smelling was *far* better
than anything either of us had ever managed. When we tried to
investigate, Marlyn laughingly chased us out, telling us that it was
going to be a surprise.

So we waited in the den, almost literally drooling in anticipation.

Starting a little before the designated seven o'clock, people started
arriving; by 7:15, everyone was there - and eagerly looking forward to
sampling whatever was causing the delightful scents emanating from the
kitchen.

It was perhaps a half hour later when she came in to tell us that
everything was ready. We went into the kitchen to find that she'd
prepared a number of different Filipino foods - pancit, lumpia, a couple
different kinds of adobo, and several others. Throughout the meal
everyone kept complimenting her on how good it all was. She'd prepared
plenty of everything; but by the time we'd all sampled all of it, and
gone back for seconds on the things we'd particularly liked, there was
precious little in the way of leftovers.

A little over a month after Marlyn and Marilyn got back to the
Philippines, I got an email from Marlyn, letting Kelly and I know that
she'd found a house for the two of them. She also told me that the
factory was nearing completion, and that she was accepting applications
for jobs - but she wasn't quite sure what she should be looking for in
some of the technical people, though.

I replied that I thought Bill would be sending me back to help with that
part of it; it was only a couple days later that I got a call from him
asking if I'd do just that.

Kelly went with me for that trip, and Marlyn naturally insisted that we
stay with her and Marilyn. Without hesitation, things between all of us
picked up pretty much where they'd left off. The big difference was that
Marilyn was back in school - a grade AHEAD of where she would normally
be, apparently due to all the reading she'd done in the U.S.

We did manage a side trip to the orphanage, where Father Villanueva was
waiting for us. He cheerfully showed us the other orphanages that he
managed, and told us about the improvements each of them had experienced
before he took us in to visit the head of all the orphanages in the
area, Bishop Magsalay - who thanked us profusely for all we'd done.

Kelly and I were there only a couple of weeks; when we left, I'd hired a
half-dozen engineers for Bill. They were going to be his top-level
'working' engineers, and responsible for hiring the people that would be
working for them. They people THEY hired would be responsible for
training the factory workers to do the needed jobs at the needed quality
and consistency. That was one thing that had gotten me my first job from
Bill: my insistence on doing consistent, quality work. The engineers I
hired for Bill were made well aware of the standards that they would be
expected to perform to, and the quality of the finished product that was
demanded.

A few days before Kelly and I were to leave, Ted showed up, too - armed
with a couple of lawyers and an accountant to help set up the local bank
accounts. The majority of the facility money would stay there in the
Philippines; only when the funds exceeded a certain amount would a fixed
sum be sent to the main accounts in the U.S. Ted met the engineers I'd
hired for him, and after talking to them, heartily endorsed my actions.
All six of them were to go to the main plant for two months worth of
*intensive* training and familiarization before they came back to start
doing their 'real' jobs.

Almost two months after we got back, Bill asked me to make one last trip
to supervise the installation of the Instrumentation and Control systems
I'd designed. I'd figured it to be a month's work - Marlyn, Ted, and the
other people they'd hired surprised me with the quality and motivation
of the people I had to work with: I got back home *exactly* a month
after I'd left, and ahead of schedule.

As things fell into place more and more, and people starting taking over
their proper jobs from Marlyn, she was able to focus on doing HER job -
and loving it. There had been some initial complaints about the
facility, but she squashed them in short order through the simple
expedient of a standing offer to provide guided tours for any group of
ten or more. When someone claimed the outflow water from the plant was
poisonous, she AND Ted filled glasses with it, and drank them - before
explaining that the water that left the plant was CLEANER than what it
took in. When another group complained that children were being hurt by
the increase of traffic in and out of the plant, Ted and Marlyn opened
the plant clinic to treat anyone in the area. After a minor surge in
treatment to the complainers, the clinic quickly returned to it's near-
zero activity - safety was highly emphasized.

She and Ted worked very well together, and the employees were delighted
with the jobs: they didn't have the back-breaking labor they'd known
before, and were paid a more than fair salary. Salaries were quoted in
U.S. dollars, but paid in Philippine Pesos at the current market rate.
That one, simple act did more than anything else to make the facility as
popular as it was: by keying salaries to a 'hard' currency like the
dollar, fluctuations in the Philippine economy were automatically
compensated for: a salary increase or promotion actually meant getting
_ahead_, instead of just catching up with losses. More than anything
else, it was the happy and satisfied employees that countered any
complaints about the plant.

In just a few months of operation, it was running smoothly and
efficiently - a situation that it maintained for many, many years.

That all happened several years ago. I had to go back once to supervise
a slightly complex upgrade to their systems; Kelly went with me, of
course.

A few months after the plant got going, Ted and Marlyn were a Couple. A
couple years after that, they were married - with Ted adopting Marilyn
as his own before he and Marlyn had their own son, named Daniel for some
strange reason. Ted still lives there, running the plant; he hasn't
expressed any desire to return to the U.S. - he's simply too happy where
he is. Gus was gone from Bill's company before the year ended - pretty
much to everyone's relief, I think.

Marilyn finished high school, and is attending college here in the
States. The college was initially a little hesitant about accepting her,
but handwritten letters of recommendation from not one, but TWO Bishops,
the owner of a major business, and an independent engineer convinced
them she was a good risk. She's majoring in economics, with a minor in
political science. She's got definite plans about returning to the
Philippines and eventually running for government office - AFTER she
uses her education to help the people there, first.

Kelly and I walked away from the whole thing with a check from Bill in
the amount of $925,000 - and a nice chunk of stock in his company. That
assured us of enough retirement cushion that we finally agreed to Bishop
Ferguson's request that we teach at the high school. It's only one
class, each, per week - but they seem to be pretty popular classes, and
the Bishop is happy.

Bill's company has grown, of course. Even with all Ted and Marlyn have
done to keep the plant popular there, it's still a lot more efficient
and profitable for him to manufacture there than here - but he's keeping
his plants here open and running, too. Like I told Marlyn, he *does*
take care of his people.

Kelly isn't an engineer by training, but she's picked up a lot. I still
have to come up with the initial design, but she's quite capable of
taking anything I give her and running with it. She even came up with a
way of mathematically modeling the designs, to try and find potential
troubles and determine the system's reliability. She tested it against
one of my early designs, and almost matched what I'd experienced with
it, point for point. She's going to save me - us! - a LOT of money and
trouble.

Me? I'm still trying to figure out how I got

    

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