Naomi Pitts turned her radio down as she pulled into the driveway. The twenty-two year old college graduate didn't want her taste in riot grrl rock music to offend her new employer, Miss Mary Scott. After Naomi turned the her green Honda off, she checked her face in the rear view mirror; every strawberry blonde hair looked to be in place and her make up had not been smudged a bit. After she exited the car, Naomi made sure to smooth out her clothes, as she looked down she gave herself a once over to make sure everything looked right. The tan skirt she wore came down a few inches past her knee, it was not so tight as to compromise her modesty. The buttons on the light blue blouse were in place, buttoned all the way to the neck. Her well tanned arms and calves contrasted nicely with the ensemble, she thought. Naomi exhaled her last bit of nervousness and made her way to the door.
Joe Scott looked out of his window and studied the girl as she walked towards his house. 'Wow, what a fox', he thought to himself. 'Look at that rack, at least a C cup for sure... maybe this summer won't be so bad after all. I bet Alan gets a woody by just looking at her.'
Alan Scott would not move from his bed. The 17 year old was face down, he mumbled something incomprehensible as his mother chattered on. "Now look sweety", Mary Scott told him, " you know I promised your sister a vacation in Europe this summer, and you know I wanted to take one as well. I can't bring you because of your condition, and I can't take Joe because he needs tutoring over the summer or he will probably wind up failing school again. I know it is hard for you to understand, but I am trying to work this out for everyone. Before you should judge you should see this girl. Meet her, I think you will get along fine with her." Alan continued to ignore her, Mary decided to let him rest and quietly left his room.
Mary Scott answered the door on the second knock. She eyed Naomi with interest as she invited the younger woman inside. As for Naomi, she managed to not gasp as she entered the two story house. The décor was impeccable, with expensive looking paintings and sculptures lining the foyer. After a brief scan, she studied her new employer. Mary Scott was a petite blonde in her mid thirties. The lady was dressed in a conservative black skirt and white blouse combo. Her hair was shoulder length and straight in the back, with a few curls up front. She stood about six inches shorter then Naomi, putting her in the five foot range for height. She was also very petite.
"Hello Miss Scott", Naomi said.
"Please, just call me Mary. I apologize if the house is in a bit of disarray now, but the housekeeper had a family emergency, and with this trip coming up so soon I haven't had the time to prepare a proper welcome. You will also have to excuse my children. Jessica is busy packing. Joe, my youngest; the one you will be tutoring, is feeling a little down with the flu. Alan, my oldest, is well, he can be a bit stubborn at times, with his condition and all. I hope you don't think it rude, but before I call them down to meet you I would like to explain one thing of great importance. I would like to do this now while there are no distractions." Mary Scott then held up three prescription bottles. "These are for Alan's seizures. He has to take one everyday. Sometimes he likes to pretend to take them and hide them, so you must watch him as he takes them and make sure he gets one every day. This should be more then enough to last until Jessica and I return from our trip."
"Yes ma'am" Naomi replied.
"If you don't mind I would like for you to keep these with your things, so as they won't get lost. Now, as for Joe, he is a bright boy, but very lazy. I would prefer at least 3 hours a day of study for him. Also as I mentioned to you before, he has shown interest in perhaps joining the high school rowing team next year. Of course, despite having grown up in a house with a full sized pool in the back yard, he has never managed to learn how to swim. Since you told me you were on your colleges' swim team, I would like very much for you to instruct him in the basics at least once a week. Also, Joe has several friends in the neighborhood, he has my permission to invite them over while I am away, so long as you approve, and they never interfere with his studies. If need be you can use his desire to have friends over to enable him to study harder. It is very important to me that he does well in school this next year."
'Wow', Naomi thought to herself, 'what a bitch.'
Mary smiled at her and walked from the foyer into the living room. As Naomi followed her, Mary Scott told her to make herself comfortable, and she would be right back with the children. Naomi sat in a lovely looking antique couch. She demurely crossed her legs and waited, finally she could hear the sounds of people coming down the stairs. She stood to meet them when she heard them enter the room.
"Naomi, this is Joe, Jessica, and Alan. Children, this is Miss Naomi Pitts. She is a recent graduate of Mumsford College. She has been kind enough to agree to provide tutoring and to keep a watchful eye over you boys while Jessica and I are off on vacation. Now you all know we will only be gone for six weeks, so I want you both to behave. I understand that first meetings can be nerve racking at times, so I will let you all in on a little secret. Miss Pitts has been hired on by your high school to teach there this coming school year." Mary smiled as she went on with the next part, " so I want you all on your best behavior, because if you upset her, and she ends up being one of your teachers, well, she has my permission to fail you." With that, Mary let out a small laugh.
'I am so glad you are paying me well for this, but I am even happier you are leaving soon', Naomi thought to herself. She couldn't believe how someone could seem so refined, and yet, so tactless. She turned from thinking about that to studying the children. Joe, the soon to be 15 year old, looked bored and slightly hostile. Jessica looked impatient to leave on her trip. ''Odd that she is only taking one child.' The oldest, Alan, looked unhappy. To Naomi's chagrin, however, he did not exhibit any of the physical signs she had expected of someone with his condition. Mary had told her that on top of seizures, Alan was retarded, that he possessed the mind of a six year old. In Naomi's opinion the boy looked perfectly fit, and was rather handsome. She smiled as she told herself if he was only a few years older, he would catch her eye in an all together different kind of way.
Naomi introduced herself individually to each teenager. After some minor chit chat, Mary instructed Joe and Alan to go get Naomi's suitcases from her car and to carry them to her room on the first floor. Naomi protested but backed down when Mary told her that heavy lifting was the sort of work young boys were made for.
After her suitcases were placed in her room, Naomi had a quick lunch with Mary and the children. The topic at the table dealt mainly with how the boys were supposed to act, and with a final outline of what was expected for Naomi. After lunch, Mary made time for one last private chat with Naomi before leaving with Jessica to the airport. Mary simply gave her the same instructions for Alan's medication, making it very clear how important it was. She then handed her some papers detailing how to contact her in case of an emergency, and left with her daughter for glories of Europe.
Naomi had just come back to her room and unlocked her bags to prepare to put her things away when there was a knock at her door. It was Alan, looking forlorn. His eyes were red, like he had been crying recently.
"Mommy gone?"
"Yes Alan, your mother and sister left 10 minutes ago. Do you, do you miss them already?"
"Sort of, but I am kind of happy. You're very pretty."
Naomi blushed slightly and said thank you.
"Do you like gold fish? I brought my cards." Alan held up a very worn looking deck of cards.
'Gold Fish? Oh he means Go Fish', Naomi thought to herself. She had wanted to put up her things, but seeing the boy so sad she agreed to play.
"Goody, follow me, I will show you the gold fishing hole." With that he ran down the hall towards the living room. Naomi had to trot to keep up. She didn't see Joe enter her room.
The youngest Scott child made a bee line for her bags. Checking each one thoroughly until he struck gold. "Bingo." He held one of Naomi's bras in his hands. It was white and made of some kind of lace material, he could see through the cups. He found the tag he was looking for, "Yep, 34 C." There were half a dozen other bras, but they were more matronly then the first. Not see through, and built more for comfort then for show. Bored, Joe dug deeper, until he found Naomi's panties at the bottom. There were your basic whites and pinks, all cotton, a few pairs had small flowers on them. Granny panties, Joe's classmates would have called them. At the very bottom he ran across a white lace thong that matched the bra, as well as a black silk thong. "So she has a little bit of sluttiness in her... I still need to find her bathing suit." Joe carefully refolded Naomi's underthings and placed them as he had found them back in her bag. He searched the third bag and found a one piece swimsuit as well as a two piece pink tie around bikini. Joe took some things from his pocket and prepared to do his work when he noticed several bottles of Alan's medication on the bed. With a glint in his eye he left Naomi's bedroom. After finding what he was looking for in the bathroom medicine cabinet, he made his way back.
Meanwhile, Alan was showing Naomi the Gold Fishing hole. This seemed to consist of Alan sitting on the floor and pretending to cast a rod every few minutes. Not wanting to dirty her clothes, Naomi opted to grab a chair from the kitchen table and sat near Alan. She dealt the cards for him. After several hands, all of which Alan won without any of Naomi's help, Joe walked in the room and asked if he could play. Knowing that she still had to put up her things, Naomi agreed to play one final time on the condition that Joe would take her place after the next game. Joe agreed and sat by Alan on the floor, positioned across from Naomi.
Idle chat ensued until Joe asked Naomi what her favorite color was. An odd question, she thought to herself, but she answered blue.
"Oh really, I would have thought it was yellow." Joe then smiled and went back to watching the game.
Naomi quickly forgot the comment until it was time to go back to her room and finish unpacking. She placed Alan's medication in the top drawer of her dresser, and then locked it. It wasn't until she began removing her clothes to change into something a little less showy when she noticed that she was wearing yellow cotton panties. She thought back to Joe's comment, and remembered how she had been seated across from him in the chair, wearing her skirt. Joe was on the floor and had a perfect view to...
"Oh my god." Had she been flashing him the whole time? A teenaged boy sneaking a peak? She would have to be more careful. In no way did she want the teacher student relationship to be breached; she decided to not say anything, she would simply be more mindful of her attire in the future.
"I am telling you Mike", Joe said into the telephone receiver, "she will be a teacher at our school next term. And she is a slut too, she already flashed me her panties."
"Oh yeah and what color were they?"
"Yellow. I think they were cotton too."
Mike laughed. "Sounds like Granny panties to me. You sure she isn't like in her sixties? "
"Man, just show up tomorrow with that stuff of your mom's and I will get her to show you her boobs."
"You are so full of shit man." Mike laughed again.
"Just bring the stuff Mike. I worked something out. Tomorrow we will be seeing teacher titty."
"Alright dude, I will be there."
Naomi had decided to not enforce any studying today. She was still feeling hyped up from arriving earlier, and upset over the yellow panties thing. Dressed ultra conservatively in a sweat shirt and sweat pants she decided to go get the boys and maybe try to bond with them a little more over some tv. She found them both in their rooms, and both seemed more then willing to watch some action movies. After several hours of that it was time for bed. She saw Alan up to his room. She gave him his pill and read him a story time book. He fell asleep before she could finish all the way through. She left his room and then attended to Joe. The boy dithered and wheedled, finally he agreed to go to bed after Naomi allowed for one of his friends to come over the next day. As he was making his way up the stairs, and Naomi was walking to her bedroom, he stopped and asked, "Miss Pitts, if I do well in my studies tomorrow can I get my first swimming lesson?"
Naomi smiled and said, "Sure, but you have to promise to not call me Miss Pitts. Naomi is fine, or you can call me what my friends do, Nomo."
"Nomo, ok," the boy laughed, "thank you Miss... err Nomo." With that, he turned and made his way up the stairs.
The next morning Naomi was awakened by her telephone. It was the housekeeper, Rosa. She informed Naomi that her mother was gravely ill and that it might be at least a week before she could make it back. Naomi gave Rosa her best wishes.
"Well looks like I will have to do some of the cleaning around here for a while." She said aloud. 'Maybe I should call Miss Scott and find out if it is ok to assign the boys some chores as well. On second thought she is probably still dealing with jet lag, maybe if I just ask the boys nicely, things will handle themselves,' Naomi thought. Letting out a loud sigh she began to prepare for the day ahead.
The tutoring session with Joe had gone well. As per their agreement, Joe was allowed to call his friend to tell him he could come over. Joe then asked if they could do the swimming instruction with Mike as well, since he couldn't swim that well either. Naomi wasn't too sure about that. One teenaged boy would be enough for her to handle, not to mention two. Before she could reply however, Alan had walked in the room and asked if he could do some swimming as well.
"Oh go play cards you mongoloid," Joe said bitterly.
Shocked, Naomi threatened to hold off on the swimming lessons if Joe didn't apologize, which he promptly did. After a few moments, Naomi thought she could use the situation to her advantage. She informed the boys about the housekeeper and asked if they would be willing to handle the chores in exchange for daily pool time. Alan agreed, but Joe was slow in replying.
"I don't know about that Nomo. The hired help usually does that sort of stuff. I could probably agree to it if I can ask you a question or two." After Naomi told him to go ahead, Joe asked, "Do you own a bikini, and if you do, would you mind giving the lessons in it, at least this first time?"
Naomi blushed furiously. She was no prude, but she was not about to let some teenaged pervert dictate things to her. She opened her mouth to say no when suddenly she closed it. She seemed to struggle for a few seconds when she finally said, "yes I do own a bikini, a rather pretty one actually. And yes, I guess I could wear it this one time, but you have to hold up your end of the bargain. Now go call your friend and get ready for your lessons young man." Her mouth then shut tight and she walked quickly from the room. She made it to her bedroom and threw herself across her bed. What had she just done? What was that weird feeling that had come across her? She would have thought on it more when she began to get up and look for her bikini.
Meanwhile, back in the study, Joe had returned to mocking Alan.
"Well retard you almost screwed things up again, but I managed to turn them around. Looks like today will be your lucky day, as you will get a peek at your precious Miss Naomi's pretty titties." Joe walked out, Alan was left alone, a small smile across his face.
The boys were seated around the pool when Mike arrived. Naomi hadn't made it out yet. Joe and Mike whispered to each other briefly, then Mike passed something over to Joe. Joe hid it under his towel. They both ignored Alan. The sound of the back door being shut could be heard by all three, they turned to watch an angel approach. Naomi had her hair in a pony tail. Over her eyes rested a pair of dark sunglasses. There was a white towel rapped around her legs and stomach. On her breasts she had a pink, string bikini top. Naomi had brought it along for some private dips in the pool late at night, thus her modesty was not an issue in wearing it. She had intended to wear the one piece for when the boys were around, and this suit for her time alone. The cups themselves were a shade lighter then the strings. It covered a little more then half of her breasts, allowing for a generous amount of cleavage to be shown. Mike and Joe both tried to remove that top mentally. Alan merely looked nervous.
"See, I told you she was a hotty", Joe whispered.
"Is she really gonna show us those hooters," Mike asked.
"Well sorta, just watch and see."
Since she was in a bad mood from earlier. The instruction began brusquely. Naomi removed her towel and entered the pool. Concerned that one of the boys, namely Joe, might have an errant hand cause an accident, Naomi made sure they kept their distance in the pool. Alan was the only one allowed close to her. Eventually though the mood lightened, and the boys asked for an exhibition of the breast stroke. Naomi blushed, yet obliged. With perfect form, she floated on her back and began moving her arms to propel her across the pool. Unfortunately for her, her top was not designed for such motions, and as she swam across the boys field of view, a half an inch of pink nipple slid out from the fabric of her left cup, soon it was nearly an inch of aureola on display. Joe and Mike looked on with mouths open.
After Naomi had swam off a little bit Mike asked in hush tones, "is that it?"
Joe replied, "Nah man, it will get better."
Naomi, still not aware that half of her left tit had fallen out, stopped swimming and walked back towards the boys. Joe and Mike were cheering and clapping and soon Alan joined in. Naomi didn't think that her little swim had been worth all of that, but strangely, so long as Alan felt happy, she was happy.
Joe approached Naomi as close as he dared. He tried to not stare directly at her titties, not wanting to give away the fact that her left one was hanging half way out, but he wanted to see as much as possible. This was, after all, the first female breast he had ever seen in person. He wanted more.
"Nomo, would you mind showing us how to dive?"
Naomi thought it over, didn't see a problem with it and made her way out of the pool and to the diving board. As she walked to the end of it and began to make her first bounce of the board three pairs of young male eyes stared hungrily at her chest. On the second bounce, the one she made right before she dove in, Naomi;s left breast completely popped out of her top, while the string to the right cup broke, leaving nothing to cover her right titty. When she hit the water the boys were already cheering. As she would normally do after any dive, Naomi began to look down and check to ensure everything was in its proper place, but as she broke the surface of the water she felt compelled to look at Alan. The boy was so happy... jumping up and down and cheering. Naomi swam to the shallow end, where the boys were. Once her feet could touch the bottom she began jumping up and down as well, still not aware of the fact that both her breasts were now exposed.
The water glistened like shards of sunlight as they flew from her chest and hair. Both of Naomi's breasts were bouncing wildly, hitting the water with a splash as she made her descent down from each celebratory jump. Mike studied her nipples intently. Naomi's aureolas were larger then he would have thought, nearly three inches in diameter. They formed a perfect pink circle around pencil eraser sized nipples. He could tell by the way she bounced that both breasts were pert, not an ounce of sag in them. For both Mike and Joe, Naomi was the first girl they had ever seen topless in person. Obviously Joe had rigged the right string to break, but apparently, her left boob had popped out all on its own.
Naomi was still unaware of her situation when Alan spoke up.
"Miss Naomi, I can see your boobies", was all it took.
Gasping, Naomi looked down, when she saw the state of her bikini she blushed an infernal shade of red. She let loose a little yelp and ran out of the pool, trying to cover herself the whole time.
Joe, furious with Alan, began to advance on him in the pool. Alan simply smiled and said "Nomo has pretty boobies." Joe stopped dead in his tracks. He began to laugh, after all, the day had been a success, and night had yet to arrive.
Mortified beyond words, Naomi had opted to stay in her room. She could not face the boys right now, her embarrassment ran that deep. Instead, she watched her small tv and tried to forget what had happened. Eventually, it was time for Alan's medication. She repeated the ritual from the night before. Alan made no comment about seeing her topless, for which she was grateful.
Even Joe seemed nice about the whole thing. He asked to speak with her about it on the condition that they got a bite to eat before going to sleep. Since Naomi hadn't eaten after the pool incident, and she wanted so badly to clear up her mistake, she agreed on milk and cookies. They talked for about half an hour. Joe explained that he thought Naomi was the best looking girl he had ever seen, and he was just too shy to have told her about her exposure. Perhaps it was fatigue, but Naomi accepted his explanation and informed him that it was entirely an accident and to never expect anything like that again. The discussion wandered from that to Joe's studies to some of Naomi's college stories. Eventually the cookies were finished and Joe got up to get one last glass of milk for the night. He brought Naomi one as well. They finished them off and Naomi watched Joe go up the stairs once more to his bedroom.
Naomi felt pretty tired herself, after having had such a rough day. She managed to change into a t shirt and her sweat pants before going off to sleep.
Joe opened the door for Mike. As they walked down the hallway, Joe held up a key. They both smiled.
The sleeping pills that Mike had given Joe should have taken effect by now. Mike's mother would take one at night for a full night's rest. Joe had crushed up five of them and put the powder into Naomi's glass of milk. Seeing her breasts was one thing, but now it was time to move on to bigger things.
They quietly unlocked her door and made their way into her room. Naomi was in her bed, the covers pulled up to her neck; she was, sound asleep. Her breathing was the only sound in the room. Joe shut the door softly and turned on a bedside lamp. They could now see the girl clearly. With shaking hands they slowly pulled the covers down from her sleeping form, pausing when she would take a sharp intake of breath. Seconds became agonizing minutes as they worked the covers down past her chest, then past her shorts, until finally her tanned legs were revealed. They stood above her, building their courage.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, Joe reached out and grasped the bottom of Naomi's black t shirt. He slid it upwards slowly, as Mike grabbed the sides and did the same. First revealed was Nomo's cute belly button, then the entire expanse of her flat stomach, and finally, the two breasts that had fallen out of her bikini earlier that day. The boys stared in awe. Joe, again, was the first to strike, letting his hands graze Naomi's lovely right titty. Then it was the left. Soon the boys were carefully squeezing the unconscious girl's boobs and pinching her tiny nipples. Eventually the boys tired of that, and they moved their attention down. Mike was the first to unbutton her black shorts. He then unzipped them as well and helped Joe slither them down, inch by precious inch, until they rested on Naomi's knees. Now, all that stopped the boys from their ultimate dream was a flimsy pair pink cotton panties. It did not withstand their patient assault, although both the boys paused and admired Nomo's neatly trimmed bush. The golden brown hair was cut in a tight vertical line about one inch wide and three inches long. The boys took turns running their fingers through it before sliding her panties down even further, leaving Naomi passed out with her final charm revealed. The boys were extremely careful here. Taking the utmost care, they spread Naomi's legs even further, allowing for themselves the best view of her womanhood.
Naomi's outer pussy lips extended almost an inch. They were pink in color, almost the same hue as her nipples. Very gently, Joe spread the outer lips apart, revealing a hole that seemed impossibly tight. The young virgin could not picture his dick ever going in such a tiny thing. Above that was a fold of flesh, he push it back a bit to study Naomi's centimeter long clit.
Mike prepared the digital camera he had brought with him, and took a couple of pictures of Naomi's pussy. Careful to make sure nothing more then Joe's arm could be seen, Mike included a few shots of Naomi's naked form in its entirety. Satisfied, he finished with the pictures and was ready to help Joe get Naomi's clothes back in their proper places.
Joe, however, could not resist tilting his head over Naomi's pussy and taking a deep whiff. She had a flowery smell down there, but underneath that, Joe noticed there some kind of fishy aroma to her. Once again, Joe spread her pussy lips apart. He noticed that Naomi's pussy seemed damp. Unable to control himself he took his middle finger on his right hand and began to push it inside of her. Naomi let out a small moan. Mike jumped, but Joe kept pushing until finally his finger was all the way inside of her.
"What's it like", Mike asked.
"Soft, warm, and wet", Joe whispered back. "Nomo has some primo pussy. Here you try." With that Joe slid his finger out of her, eliciting another moan from Naomi. Joe licked his finger. There did not seem to be much of a taste.
Mike began to slip his finger into the girl. He got half way then chickened out. 'Best to settle just for this' he thought to himself.
They prepared to put the girl's clothing back in its proper places on poor Naomi when Joe had an idea. He went to her dresser and eventually found Nomo's white lace thong. He slid off her pink cotton panties, and slowly repleaced them with the thong. Mike took a picture of Naomi with the thong on as well. Finally, the finished sorting the girl's panties and shorts out properly. They quietly left her room. They said nothing to each other as Joe walked Mike to the front door. Mike would email him the pictures tomorrow. Joe thought about going to bed himself, but decided on something else instead...
He made his way back to Naomi's bedroom. He stopped when he saw Alan waiting for him in front of her door. Joe hissed at the older boy and advanced forward, violence on his mind, he suddenly stopped and stared blankly at Alan. Slowly he turned on his heels and went upstairs to his bedroom. He went to sleep shortly thereafter.
Alan waited until the boy was gone before he knocked on Naomi's door. The girl should have been passed out even with the loud knocking, but for some reason Nomo answered the door moments later. She was wiping sleep away from her eyes as Alan told her about having a bad nightmare. He asked if he could sleep with her tonight. Knowing that it wouldn't be a good idea, Naomi was about to tell him no when she suddenly said yes. Shocked, she could only watch as Alan came in and crawled on to her bed. She tucked her covers over him. Naomi was going to sit on the floor when Alan implored her to climb in with him. Again, shockingly, she heard herself agree, and she settled beneath the covers next to him. She tried to keep a safe distance from him, but eventually he wound up nestled against her, his head on her shoulder and his arm draped across her stomach, hugging her tightly.
Alan made small talk about his nightmare, to which Naomi offered reassuring words. Eventually she had thought that the boy was asleep, and grabbed his arm to move it from him when he opened his eyes and suddenly asked, "were you embarrassed today when your pretty boobies fell out?"
Blushing at the question (she had been doing a lot of blushing lately, she thought) Naomi considered her responses. After a few moments she decided to not be rude to the innocent boy and told him how she really felt.
"Oh Alan it was awful. Having that happen in front... in front of you boys like that. I normally manage to avoid stuff like that. Accidents will happen but usually I keep things like that under control."
"So you felt bad when we saw your big pink nipples", Alan asked.
"Umm uh", Naomi began to get agitated when she felt herself go very calm. After that moment she spoke honestly and without much concern for decorum. "Well I suppose I do have big nipples, but I am very careful about how much cleavage I show. I have had a couple of accidents in the past. The worst being senior prom. I will never dance in a strapless gown again that's for sure." She chuckled.
Somehow Alan's hand had found its way inside of Naomi's shirt. The boys fingers rested against the girl's flat tummy.
"I noticed you have no tan lines. Do you tan topless?"
"Um yes, but only in a tanning bed." Alan's hand began to slowly slide up her shirt. Naomi, still in a state of calmness, paid the boy no heed.
"Why do girls have boobies", the boy asked as his fingers grazed her left nipple.
"Well, all female mammals have them. Human females have them to nurse the young. In other words, provide milk for newborn babies."
"You must have a lot of milk in yours, they feel so soft. I like milk, can I taste some?"
"Err, well Alan, I haven't given birth so I don't produce and milk."
"Oh, ok." Alan slid his hands from Naomi's breasts... it stopped at the top of her shorts. "Besides boobies how are girls different from boys?"
"You see girls think differently then boys-"
"No, I mean body wise."
"Ahh", Naomi said, "boys have penises and girls have vaginas. When the boy puts his penis in the girls vaginas, that is how babies can be made."
Sliding his hand inside her shorts Alan asked, "can I feel your vagina?"
Totally relaxed, Naomi sighed and said, "sure."
With her permission granted, Alan let his hands roam further downward, past Naomi's soft pubic hair. Without asking he placed one finger at her moistened slit and slipped it inside of her. Naomi let out a small moan.
"Is this the part on girls that Joe calls a pussy?"
Naomi laughed and replied whimsically, "yes sweety, that is my pussy."
"Your pussy feels nice Miss Naomi. When was the last time a man did this to you?"
"It's been a while, about six months I think. I haven't had that much experience with boys." She stretched languidly under Alan's ministrations.
"Actually Miss Nomo, Joe and Mike did this to you earlier tonight while you were asleep. Joe would have probably tried to do even more, and ruined everything, but I stopped him." Naomi simply listened as Alan went on. "I think I genuinely like you, Naomi Pitts. I won't let Joe or his friends mess with you again. That means that you are under my protection. Such protection comes at a cost however. We will discuss payment another day."
"Yes master", was her only reply.
"Good, now sleep and forget all that has happened tonight. You will remember only the strong affection you feel for me. Now, pleasant dreams my sweet dreamer. Sleep. Sleep."
Alan left her room shortly thereafter. The plan was following its course.