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The Re-Education of Natasha

						By: Oral Pleasure 4 U

Chapter I, Part 1

Allow me to tell you about myself: my name is Barry, I’m 57, brown hair, brown eyes, Caucasian, currently going through a divorce (it’s friendly), a bit out of shape (5’8”, 200 – working out, tho…), and highly sexual. I live in a middle- to upper-class neighborhood, complete with walking trails, creeks, parks, schools, etc. I enjoy walking my dog on the trails, taking her to the park, & sometimes just going to the park on nice days to read (I love to “people watch”.). I am unemployed (not by choice (off-shored 2x), but the current job market really sucks the green banana!). I am fortunate enough to have made some wise investments in the past.

On a Monday morning in late spring, I was sitting at a picnic table at one of our local parks. The park is adjacent to an elementary school, and the students were out playing on the playground. As school was within a couple of weeks of adjourning for summer break, the kids were overly hyper and excited.

I had my book open in front of me, but I wasn’t reading – I was watching the kids cavorting about. I caught a movement out of the corner of my eye, and turned toward it. I saw two ladies; a dark-haired lady who was gesturing toward me while a blond looked in my direction, and then nodded to something the other lady said. I recognized the dark-haired lady as Troy (please read Educating Kim); the blond was not familiar to me. Both ladies turned and walked in the direction of Troy’s house, disappearing beyond the fence line separating the park from the housing tract.

I went back to watching the kids on the playground as they ran after balls, or after each other, shrieking as the girls chased the boys – apparently after they had said something insulting to the girls (just means that they like them!). However, I was also keeping an eye in Troy’s direction.

After a few minutes, I spotted the blond lady walking with a female African-American young teen, heading in my direction. I marked my place in my book and set it aside, leaning back against the table as I watched them approach. As they got closer, I discovered that the blond was stunning! In her mid thirties, very fair-skinned, about 5’7”, 120 lbs, an hourglass figure (her breasts really argumented that figure!), with long, shapely legs that stretched all the way to heaven! She was wearing a loose-fitting white, sleeveless blouse, loose tan shorts, tan flip-flops. Her hair, had it not been in a ponytail, would have reached to her shoulder blades.

The young teen, as she got closer, was also gorgeous – 13 or 14, light, ebony skin, completely flawless, matching her light-brown eyes. Her hair was done in cornrows, very beautiful. She stood about 5’, weighing about 105 lbs. Very shapely body – young breasts well on their way to becoming prominent, flat stomach, long legs leading to a very shapely ass. She was also wearing loose-fitting clothes; only they were navy blue, and covering most of her body.

On arriving at my table, the blond said, “Good morning, Barry. Do you have a few moments?” as they sat down across from me. Her eyes appeared to be sad; the teen’s were downcast.

“Yes, of course,” I replied. “However, you have me at a disadvantage – you know my name?” not letting on that had I spotted her with Troy, knowing full well that that is where she came upon that information.

“You came very highly recommended by a mutual friend of ours. My name is Susan – please call me Sue. This is my daughter, Natasha.”

“I’m adopted.” “She’s adopted,” they both said in unison.

I nodded. “Please note that I didn’t ask.”

“Thank you. It’s just that when we meet most people for the first time, they look at Natasha, and then look at me with a questioning look on their faces, noting that I do not have a ring on my finger. It is most disconcerting.”

“Those people do not deserve to meet the two of you a second time.”

“And most haven’t,” she gave a half-smile. “I appreciate your understanding.”

“Please, tell me how can I help you?” I asked.

Sue hesitated, looking at her daughter. Natasha reached over and took her hand, saying, “It’s alright, Mom. I sense that he is genuine.”

Nodding, Sue continued. “First, let me give you a bit of our family history. My husband – ex-husband now – and I had tried for a few years to have our own child. It never happened, so we turned to the adoption agencies. The waiting lists were years! We found an attorney, who happened to know of a young, African-American teen that was about to give birth. The four of us met – my husband and I, the young mother-to-be, and the attorney. After exchanging pleasantries, the attorney excused himself, and went into the kitchen to talk with the girl’s mother. We turned to the pregnant teen – who, by the way, was very pretty in her own right – and we were surprised that tears were flowing down her face.

“’Please,’ she said – ‘I don’t know to whom to turn. If I go to the public agencies, they will want me to tell them who the father is. I don’t want to get him into trouble – he is a very conscientious young man, and is grieving along with me. At the same time, I don’t want to loose my baby, but I know that I cannot take care of it properly. If I know who will take my baby; that that person, or couple, will love, care, and provide for it properly, it will ease my mind.’

“Well, she broke our hearts. I went to her and took her into my arms, where she cried on my shoulder for the longest time. After she calmed down a bit, she looked at me, said, ‘Will you… ‘. ‘Of course,’ both my husband and I responded. The rest is history.

“As the years went by, my husband and I drifted apart. We divorced; however, he is still in the picture. He takes his responsibilities very seriously, and loves Natasha very much. Unfortunately, he was transferred to another state, where he cannot visit as much as we would like, and, consequently, the relationship has started to wan.”

She paused for a moment, licking her lips. I reached down into my cooler and brought out an unopened bottle of water and offered it to her. She took it graciously, took a healthy sip, and then gave it to Natasha.

“Natasha,” I began, “do you realize how lucky you are? Most kids – parents alike – don’t have a choice over who their parents and/or kids are. You were chosen – one of the chosen few.”

“Yes, I realize that,” she responded. “I know how lucky I am and I love my parents very much. However, my adoption is not the problem, here.”

I nodded, looked at Sue, and bid her to continue.

“This past Friday, I came home unexpectedly as I had forgotten a costume I needed in my work – I’m a stripper,” she said, waiting for my reaction.

“So is my daughter,” I said. “No problem.”

“So you understand the industry? You understand that there is no contact between the customers and myself? At all?” she asked.

“Yes,” was my simple reply.

Looking at me in wonderment, she continued, “Anyway, when I entered our house, I heard strange noises coming from Natasha’s room. As the door was open, I entered, only to find a white boy having sex with Natasha, who was crying, had the bed covers clenched in her hand, and she was bleeding from her vagina. It was easy to tell that this boy was not gentle.”

I sighed. “Natasha, would you come sit next to me? I think you need to be held.”

She quickly came around the table, sat so that she could rest her head on my shoulder and so that I could easily wrap my arms around her. She appeared content. Looking at Sue, I again bid her to continue.

“’Natasha!’ I screamed. ‘What is happening?’ The boy pulled his ‘thingy’ out, turning to me in surprise – I could easily tell that he as not wearing any protection. Within seconds, he began to ejaculate, so I don’t believe that he ejaculated in Natasha.”

“That doesn’t matter,” I said. “Leakage happens.”

“’Put your clothes on, right now!’ I yelled at the boy, who appeared to be around sixteen. ‘You and I are going to visit your mother!’”

I smiled. “Good.”

Sue continued, “When I told his mother what was going on, and that he was not using any protection, she jerked her son into the open doorway. Before she could close the door, I heard him say ‘but she was just a dumb nigger!’”

An involuntary gasp escaped me, my hand covering my mouth. Natasha began to cry, burying her face in my shoulder.

As I held her tightly, her mother came around to sit next to her, caressing her shoulder.

After a few moments, Natasha calmed down. Her mother continued to caress her. “Natasha,” I said, “Why did you permit this young man to have sex with you without protection?”

“He told me that a girl cannot get pregnant on her first time,” she replied.

“You have started your periods, correct?” I asked.

“Yes.”

“Do you understand what your period really does?”

“Only that it should occur about once a month.”

Sighing, “Have you had the ‘talk’ with your mother?”

“Yes – I think. She has told me how babies are made, stuff like that.”

Continuing to hold her tightly, I looked at Sue. “Natasha has been damaged, both physically and psychologically. There is no way in hell I’m going to allow her to slip away. Will you allow me to intervene? I will require your assistance.”

“Yes!” she answered, emphatically.

“Good. First, I want you to take Natasha to the women’s clinic – mention that I sent her; they will do everything possible to get her in today. Ask for a complete physical examination, including Pap smear, testing for STD’s, which will include blood work, and a pregnancy test. Also ask for a birth control evaluation.”

“Barry, you’re scaring me!”

“Not to worry – yet. What I’m asking for is to simply cover all bases. Considering this young man’s behavior, I strongly believe that this was his first time also, so I don’t think STD’s are involved.

“I also believe that this young man is just as misinformed as many male teens are – what I call school yard sex. Natasha, this is a personal question. What is the young man’s name and what school does he go to?”

“His name is Rob, and he goes to the high school just down the street. Barry, are you going to get him in trouble? Although I no longer do, I did have a crush on him.”

“No, Natasha. I just want to stop any possible macho gossip that he may start. Believe me, if I thought that he intentionally raped you, he would be a dead duck!”

Smiling, Natasha said, “Thank you for understanding.”

“Natasha, what is your school schedule? To correct this damage will take some time, and I want to work with you very slowly.”

“Natasha is in the gifted program,” began Sue. “She doesn’t go to school until around noon, picking up her assignments during breaks and such. She is years ahead of most of her fellow students, taking some college courses even at this time.

“Of course, school lets out for the summer break in two weeks.”

“OK. I will drop by around 9:00 AM tomorrow. If you would please write your address on this slip of paper, I will be there. Please don’t forget to take Natasha to the clinic. Time is of the essence in this matter.”

I gave Natasha an extra squeeze as she got up to go, which produced a smile. Sue said, “Thank you,” and she turned to go.

Chapter I, Part 2

As the time was now close to 11:30, I guessed that the high school was approaching their lunchtime. I walked to the school, approaching a group of students yakking under a tree. I asked, “Do any of you know of a student named Rob? He’s about sixteen, either a freshman or a sophomore.”

One young lady stepped up, saying, “He usually is with his friends at this time, they usually congregate over there,” pointing.

“Thank you,” I said, turning in the direction indicated. I approached a group of boys, who were laughing, and making the usual gestures of sexual excitement common among young male teens, macho style.

“Rob?” I asked as I approached.

“Who wants to know?” asked one lad, very good looking. This is also a common response among the male teens. He had his backpack in his hand, in a position to use it as a weapon, if necessary.

Looking him square in the eye, “What if I told you that I was Natasha’s father?” I asked. He immediately dropped the backpack, his eyes wide open, and mouth dropped.

As he started to back away, I said, “Relax. I’m not Natasha’s father, nor am I here to hurt you. I simply want to talk. Shall we go over here where we can have some privacy?” as I gestured toward an empty bench.

I sat on one end of the bench, while Rob sat on the other, warily watching me.

“My name is Barry. Natasha and her mother have informed me of the ‘incident’ that occurred this past Friday,” I began. “I’ll make this as quick as possible, as I realize that this is your lunch period. I don’t believe that what happened is what you intended to happen. I also believe that what happened was as a result of common school-ground misinformation.

“What I want to ask you is that you ask your friends to not talk about the incident, as that would only further damage an innocent young lady’s reputation, even though she does not, at this time, attend your school. In return, I will counsel you and your immediate friends as to what is what; I will speak the truth. You and your friends can ask as many questions as desired – if I don’t know the answer, I will research and give the truth to you and your friends.

“Will you agree?”

“Oh, God, yes. I have been overcome with remorse all weekend! How do you propose to meet?”

“Good question. Let’s meet just after school today. At the park adjacent to the elementary school, just down the street? At that time, we can discuss the schematics.”

As I looked him straight in the eye, he nodded. He then motioned his friends to come over, in a friendly manner.

“Guys,” he started, “I had mentioned to you a sexual exploit that I encountered this past weekend. Macho style, I was bragging. As a human, I am ashamed. I ask that all of you promise to not say a word about this exploit to anyone.

“This gentleman,” he said, gesturing to me, “has promised to educate us in sexuality, if we comply. I believe him. I believe that all of us would benefit if we would place our trust in him. His name is Barry.

“He asks that we meet this afternoon, after school, at the park adjacent to the elementary school. There, we can discuss this matter further, addressing any concerns. Barry assures me that there is no such thing as a ‘stupid’ question, plus we can determine days that we can meet at this time. I also promise a truthful account of the incident in question, which I hope will ease the young lady’s trepidations.

“What say you all?”

They all agreed to meet at the park…

Chapter 1, Part 3

That afternoon, Rob and his five friends appeared at the park, where I was waiting. Upon their arrival at my picnic table, I bid them all to sit.

I looked each of the young men in the eye, acknowledging each with a nod.

“Gents,” I began, “I believe that Rob has a statement to make.”

I turned to him, expectantly. “Guys,” he started, “today I bragged about a sexual conquest that I thought that I had experienced this past weekend. In reality, it was a sexual exploit, one that I find myself completely ashamed of.

“It was the young lady’s first time, as also mine. I was not at all gentle with her, and, in my own eagerness, I failed to respond to her concerns. As a result, she ended up crying, and hurt. Her mother caught us, and I thoroughly embarrassed myself even further in front of my own mother when I was marched home by the young lady’s mother for support.

“In short, I called the young lady a derogatory name – a name that she definitely didn’t deserve.”

Looking at each of Rob’s friends, I remarked, “That took a hell of a lot of courage for Rob to admit.” Looking at Rob, I said, “Rob, thank you for your candor.” Turning back to everyone, “What occurred is what I suspected, and is the reason that I want to step in and help so that this incident is not repeated.

“Rob committed several mistakes; mistakes that I believe can be attributed to schoolyard sexual misinformation. First of all, he failed to use a condom, explaining to the young lady that she couldn’t get pregnant on her first time. I think that Rob seriously believed that himself. That is hogwash! If a lady is ovulating – that is, having periods, she can get pregnant at any time. In addition, wearing protection not only protects the lady from several – but not all -  STD’s, but also the male. Hopefully, I will have more on this issue later.

“Secondly, he was concerned only with his own gratification. This not only shows a lack of concern for his partner, but a lack of respect. The lack of respect was compounded by his derogatory remark, and then further compounded by his bragging.

“I want to ask each of you to not mention to anyone what Rob ‘bragged’ about earlier today. Raking this young lady over the coals will not do her; or anybody else any good. She is already severely damaged, and it will take me some time to correct that issue.

“In return, I am willing to take whatever amount of time it takes to properly educate each of you as to what is really happening in the world of sex. I promise to be straight shooting, to tell you the truth; you may ask any question without fear of being ridiculed, and, if I don’t know the answer to your question, I will research and give you the straight scoop.

“What say each of you?” I finished.

I leaned back, giving them some time to discuss and come to a conclusion.

“Giving what we have just learned,” said Rob, “we all agree not to mention my indiscretion to anyone – even if you didn’t want to educate us. However, we will take you up on your offer, as we believe it will help not only us, but others that we may find ourselves teaching.”

“Excellent response, Rob – one that I was hoping that y’all could see as happening.

“What I propose to do is to meet twice a week, for about an hour, hour and a half or so, after school, here in the park – as long as the weather holds out. Once school breaks for the summer, we could meet earlier. What days would be the best for y’all?”

After a bit of discussion among themselves, Rob announced, “Tuesdays and Thursdays would be the best for us, also, we can keep the same days and time after school breaks.”

“Good. That will make life easy for all of us. We’ll meet again tomorrow, same time. Another question for y’all: do each of you have access to a PC with a high speed Internet connection?”

All nodded affirmatively, but one gentleman raised his hand. “Although I do have an high speed Internet connection, I have a Mac.”

“Do you have Microsoft’s Word for Mac installed on your system?” I asked.

“Yes.”

“Good. A Mac can read a disk or a file created with a PC, but a PC cannot read the Mac’s format. With MS Word, you will be able to read my .doc files, and I will be able to read yours.

“Last question: Are each of you allowed to access the Internet for research purposes without parental supervision?

“I ask because I don’t want your parents to ‘freak out’ if they discover you accessing files or pictures of a questionable nature. I will not ask you to access porn sites – in fact, I ask that you steer very clear of these sites as they are common hosts for computer viruses.”

They all nodded OK, and agreed to stay away from porn sites.

Chapter II, Part 1

I walked to Sue’s and Natasha’s home the next morning. As it turns out, they live in my neighborhood, in the opposite direction of the park, but still within a 3-4 minute walk. I was surprised to find that they live in the same model house that I do – not the smallest, but next to the smallest. It was also the most popular model whenever one would hit the market, selling very quickly.

I rang their doorbell at the appointed time. Sue answered the door, bidding me to come in. Natasha was seated on the couch in the family room, and started to get up on my arrival.

Waving at her to stay seated, I approached, saying, “Natasha, it is good to see you again. How are you?”

Natasha, returning to her seat, her hands in her lap, answered, “I’m OK, Barry. I want to thank you…” she started, when I interrupted.

“No need. This will be as much of a learning experience for me as it will be for you. Natasha – Sue – I want you both to know that I have never counseled a young person as deeply damaged as you appear to be. After thinking it over, do you both want me to continue?”

“I can’t think of anyone else I would rather have,” replied Natasha. “As I mentioned yesterday, I sense that you are genuine. I also am learning to trust you deeply, as you appear to be truthful, telling me your limitations.”

As I turned to Sue, she said, “I agree with Natasha. I want her back to her happy self, and I don’t think she would be happy with anyone other than you.”

I nodded in acceptance. “Natasha, please don’t trust too quickly. Trust is something a person needs to earn. That is the reason I want to start with a slow, steady pace.

“Are you ready?”

She nodded “OK.”

“First,” I started, turning again to Sue, “tell me how yesterday’s exam went.”

Sue smiled, “I’m very pleased, so far. The receptionist recognized your name right off and scheduled Natasha right in. The doctor examined her – she is so nice! – explaining everything that was to happen, and why to Natasha. She gave her a complete physical, as you requested, and found nothing amiss. She did find that her hymen was torn, but that it was normal after her first time. It was healing normally. It was too early to test for pregnancy or for STD’s – she requested that she return in two weeks time. The doctor found her to be in perfect physical condition in every other matter. She started her on the 7-day patch for birth control.”

“That is good news. Let’s not forget that appointment.”

Turning to Natasha, I said, “Alright, let’s start with the little fib that Rob told you. I don’t believe that it was really a lie; I believe that he was just misinformed and really believed it himself. However, it does demonstrate the lies that many young men will tell in order for them to get their desired results.

“’You cannot get pregnant on your first time.’

“Natasha, you remember when I asked you yesterday about whether you have started your periods? And if you understood what your periods do?”

“Yes,” she replied.

“Well, your period indicates that you are releasing an egg or eggs from your ovary, which then travels to your womb. During sexual intercourse, the male will release sperm; which will travel to your womb to fertilize the egg, or eggs, that have traveled there.

“If you have been having your periods, then it is entirely possible for you to get pregnant during intercourse.”

She gasped. “But he seemed so sincere!”

“Yes,” I responded. “That is because he truly believed what he stated to be true.

“This is the reason that YOU need to be educated, as the end consequence happens to you. Granted, it is also the male’s responsibility to be educated, but, as in this case, their education is mostly schoolyard bunk.

“What I am going to do is take you through several lessons on how pregnancy occurs, how to protect yourself with birth control, and how to protect yourself against STD’s. If you are knowledgeable, and your partner attempts to tell you something different, then you will know to run – not walk – from the encounter.

“In addition, I think that both of you should know that I approached Rob yesterday after you left me in the park –“

“You didn’t hurt him, did you?” asked Natasha, a bit alarmed.

I smiled. “No, although I did entertain the thought. That was one reason that I took a slow walk to his school – to give me time to cool down. What would normally be a seven to ten minute walk from the park to the school, took me over twenty minutes, as I stopped frequently to ‘smell the roses’, so to speak. During the walk, a thought struck me that maybe I should intervene with him and his friends – and perhaps they could re-educate other students as they hear myths and other misinformation being discussed on campus – or even at parties.

“’A forest is started with but a single seed sown.’” I quoted. “Do you understand?”

Slowly, she nodded.

“I met with Rob and his group of friends yesterday afternoon, at the park. What it boils down to is that I will meet with them twice a week, for as long as it takes. They each promised not to say a word to anyone concerning the incident, so you have nothing to fear in returning to school today.”

“Very thoughtful,” remarked Sue.

“Yes,” her daughter agreed. “Thank you very much.”

“Natasha, I also want you to know that Rob did express remorse, and he wants to apologize to both you and your mother. I told him that I didn’t think you were quite ready for that. Was I too presumptuous?”

“No. I do want to listen to him, but it is too soon. Again, you were very thoughtful.”

“I, too, am not ready to see him again,” said her mother.

I nodded. “Alright, I didn’t overstep my bounds,” I said, smiling.

“Do you have a computer setup with a high speed connection to the Internet in the house? If not, in the future, I can bring my laptop, which is setup with WiFi connections…”

“Yes, we do. It is in the extra bedroom, what we refer to as the computer room,” replied Sue.

“OK. Let’s go there – I want to show you how to search the Internet for information of a sexual nature, how to recognize a porn site without accessing the site, and to get to the truth.”

Natasha led us into the computer room, sat in front of the computer and booted. Her mother and I sat on each side. After ensuring that an Internet connection was established – apparently, their connection is established automatically on boot-up - I asked her to open their Internet browser.

“Natasha, are you familiar with Google?” I asked.

“Certainly! My favorite search engine,” she replied.

Grinning, “Mine, too. Please access their site.”

After she did so, I asked, “Now, what do you normally do at this point?”

“I enter in the search field what I’m interested in, then press the ‘search’ button. I generally get a ton of information, most of which I’m not interested in. It takes me a while to sort through to what I want.”

“Well, that’s understandable. How about I show you a very easy way to narrow your searches?”

“That’d be great!”

“I kinda thought so,” I grinned. “What you are doing is searching the entire web for any word that matches what you put into the search field. If you have several words or a phrase in the search field, Google will return a site that matches each word. It is very possible to wind up with a list of over one million sites to sort.”

Sighing, “Yes, I have run across that issue.”

“OK. When you first access Google, by default, it is set to search the web. In this case, what we want is to do view pictures, not read every site that is returned. Please select the ‘Images’ link just above the search field. Then, in quotation marks, type in ‘genital herpes’, and press the search button.”

”Why the quotation marks?” she inquired.

“That tells Google to match the entire phrase, not each individual word. Selecting that you want to only view pictures further narrows the search down. Each picture shown will have a link to a web site if you desire more information concerning the subject matter,” I replied, as several pictures began to fill the screen. “Can you imagine if you searched the entire web for the word ‘genital’, and the word ‘herpes’?” I asked.

She looked at me, in wide-eyed astonishment. Then she looked at some of the thumbnail pictures shown. “Oh, my God!” she exclaimed, covering her mouth in shock.

“Let me explain what you are seeing, Natasha. We have eliminated most of the porn sites – the links you are now looking at, mostly, are of a medical nature, designed to inform, not entertain.

“Genital herpes is an STD – and, as you can see, a very serious disease. It is spread through sexual contact when one of the partners has an open outbreak. There is no known cure.”

“My God! These folks should not be having a sexual relationship at all!”

“Agreed. At least, not at the moment that these pictures were taken. However, there are drugs available that reduce the outbreak, even so that the genital region appears to be normal. The virus itself is still running through the patient’s body. Without any open sores, a person with the disease can have normal relations, BUT it is still imperative to wear protection!

“Are you beginning to see the importance of protection? Even if your partner’s genital region is clean looking, there is no guarantee that s/he is not carrying a disease. The key is, #1: know and trust your partner. This takes time, so a casual encounter with a good-looking hunk you spotted walking down the street just may be disastrous. And, #2: protection.”

“Oh, my God!” she exclaimed again. “Barry, now I’m scared!”

Smiling, I opened my arms, and she melted into them. As she was shaking uncontrollably, I consoled her, “Natasha, you do not have anything to worry about at this time. This is one of the reasons I asked that your mother take you to the clinic. Many STD’s can be detected at this time, and the doctor has run those tests, indicating that, so far, you are clean. Just don’t miss next week’s appointment, so that she can run the tests for the diseases that take a while to manifest.

“Also, please remember that I told you that I believed that this was also Rob’s first time. He admitted that, not only to me, but also to his friends. I believe him, as that admission removed all of the male macho from him.”

”Oh, God! I’ll never make that mistake again!”

Smiling, I licked my index finger, and put a mark on the imaginary scoreboard. Sue was looking at me quizzically.

“Point one, for the good guys – lesson learned!” I said.

Natasha was still in my arms, now crying softly. I was rocking her gently, stroking her hair. After a while, she raised her head, looking at me directly, she said, “Thank you, Barry. What’s next?”

“For now, it’s time that you got yourself ready for school. I do have a homework assignment for you tonight – if you feel up to it and that your schoolwork is complete.”

She waited for me to continue.

“If you feel up to it, I want you to access this information again. Then, at random, access some of the sites that the pictures point to. Learn as much as you can about this disease, and then, we’ll discuss it further tomorrow.”

Nodding acceptance, she then looked at the clock, and after noting the time, she ran off to her bedroom to get ready for school.

Sue got up, came to me, and planted one helluva kiss on my lips, taking me completely by surprise! “Thank you, Barry,” she said. “Even I learned something today!”

“I’ll see if I can do a repeat performance – real soon!” I quipped.

Chapter II, Part 2

That afternoon, I sat at the park, waiting for Rob and his friends to appear. I spotted them heading toward my table, a somber look on their faces.

As they all sat down, I reached down and picked up a medium-sized rock. I pounded the table, intoning, “This meeting of ‘The Club’ will now come to order!”

Shocked, they sat staring at me. “Um, we thought that this wouldn’t be so formal,” one said.

Barely able to control my mirth, I replied, “But you all looked like monks coming here.”

Staring at me for a few moments, they realized that I was joking around. Chuckling, they all offered me high fives. “That was good, Barry. We’re glad to discover that you have a sense of humor!”

After having my hand slapped - hard - six times by high school students, I wasn’t about to show, or admit, that my hand hurt!

“A sense of humor is essential in today’s world. Where do you think we would be without it? Life is too short!

“A word of caution, though – it is OK to laugh at a situation, or at an obvious joke, but not at an individual, even if that individual asks what you may perceive to be a stupid question. There is no such thing as a stupid question, no matter the subject line!”

I looked at each, and each gave me a nod of understanding.

“OK. We’re going to start with each of you researching STD’s – I have here six floppy disks, each with a different assignment. None of the disks contain any identifying information – as will all of the disks that I give each of you to research. I want each of you to pick a disk – at random - and follow whatever instructions are on that disk, pertaining to your individual assignment.

“The assignments contain links to a specific STD. Each of you will research your specific STD, and offer it up for discussion. Please be prepared to show pictures, cures (or lack thereof!) and other supporting documents for your assignment.

“All of the links supplied will direct you to a medical web site – not one that is used only for entertainment.

“Gents, this is serious business! Please be prepared! I expect this topic to last at least three weeks. You will be given a different STD each week.”

“We like the name that you gave for our group – ‘The Club!’ - Can we use it?”

“Yes, of course.”

Chapter III

This assignment generally continued for the rest of the first and for most of the second week – at least as far as The Club! was concerned.

The difference being, for Natasha, was, that, on Thursday afternoon, Sue took Natasha to the clinic, so that she could complete her physical examination pertaining to pregnancy and to STD’s.

Thankfully, she came back completely negative.

Friday morning, I spent my entire time with Natasha – and her mother – mostly consoling and celebrating with the both of them, on the test results.

After Natasha left for school, and as I was relaxing on the couch in the family room, Sue came and sat down in the easy chair.

“Sue,” I began, “I have a confession to make. The past two weeks have been hard for me – in short, I am extremely attracted to you.”

Smiling, Sue got up and approached me, saying, “I kinda thought so. That attraction goes both ways, Barry.”

She placed both hands on my knees and leaned forward to kiss my forehead. It was at this time that I noticed that she had removed her bra – her sweet melons were swinging freely – and she made sure that I was aware!

“Oh, God!” was all I could murmur…

I lifted her top over her head, completely exposing her top half. I played with one breast, making her nipple rise to the occasion, then started nibbling on the other. She gasped, holding my head in her hands, pressing as hard as she could to force her breast into my mouth. I had no objection!

I got up, taking her with me, and walked to the master bedroom, where I laid her down on the bed, and, with my mouth, started to remove her shorts and panties. It took me a while, but was I complaining?

NFW!! Sue appeared to be in heaven as I continued my manipulations – I know that I sure was!

After successfully removing all of her clothes, I led – with my mouth - my way to her gold mine.

Oh, sweet Jesus!! Sue had started a low moaning sound, a sound that I recognized as being out of control. She was thrashing about, grinding her sweet pussy into my mouth, grabbing my head – all of the above! Her sweet nectar – I have NEVER tasted anything better!!!

She was shaved, I’m sure because of her job – and it mattered not to me! She came violently as I was twirling my tongue around her very excited clit, drenching my mouth, and trying desperately to force my head into her sweet love canal.

I sighed. I was in heaven.

I got up, she started trying to remove my clothes, and being so excited, she couldn’t do it properly. I calmed her down a bit, removed my clothes, revealing my super-hard, rigid cock.

She grabbed it with both hands, gasped, and then, grabbing my ass cheeks, shoved it into her mouth. Oh, My God! I couldn’t believe the sensation, her manipulations!

I don’t think I lasted a full minute before I erupted in her mouth, sending streams of my cum down her throat!

I collapsed as she continued to gently suckle my cock.

I pulled her head up to mine, gave her a passionate kiss, with my tongue wrestling with hers. Looking her in the eyes, I didn’t say a word – she got my message. I entered her sweet love canal, and began a slow session, giving her the full length of my cock on each stroke.

It wasn’t long before she arched her back, emitting a low scream, which caused me to cum a second time. I grabbed her hips, forcing her onto my cock as deeply as it could go, and I simply came and came again.

We collapsed together, holding each other in complete contentment. It wasn’t long before we were dozing in each other’s arms.

Of course, we lost tack of time. It seemed almost immediate when Natasha returned home from school, came to her mother’s room (the door was open), and said, tentatively, “Mom? Mom?”

Sue sat bolt upright. “Natasha!” as she tried to cover herself. Her movements woke me. After evaluating the situation, I cautioned Sue to relax. “Allow her to see,” I instructed. “It will do her good.

“Natasha,” I said, “please do come in.”

Natasha entered, coming directly to my side of the bed. Her eyes never left my body.

“Natasha, you have never really explored a man’s body, have you?” Not making a sound, she shook her head negatively. I then continued. “Please do so now – you have my full permission to move me into any position you desire. Check out my entire body, you will find nothing to fear.”

As she moved her hands over my body, turning me this way and that, she explored. She straightened up, satisfied, but she had ignored my genital region. “Natasha,” I said, “please go the extra mile…”

Natasha looked at me; I gave her a reassuring smile. She nodded, and took a hold of my cock with one hand, her other hand grasping my nut sack. “Be gentle, there, Natasha,” I cautioned.

She nodded, and rolled my balls around for a bit. Then she placed both hands on my cock, causing it to rise to the occasion. Fascinated, she watched it grow; surprised that she could cause that type of a reaction.

Again, I smiled at her reassuringly. A small drop of pre-cum formed on the tip of my cock. She watched the drop grow, utterly amazed. She looked at me, and I nodded.

She bent forward a little and took the drop on to her tongue, tasting. She apparently liked the taste, as she immediately engulfed my cock in her mouth, nearly burying it to the hilt. She instinctively began bobbing her head up and down, while twirling her tongue around the head.

“Natasha!” exclaimed her mother. Again, I cautioned her to relax. (At this point, I wasn’t sure if it was for Natasha’s benefit, or mine! <g>)

After a few moments, I began, “Natasha…” She shushed me by putting both of her hands on my stomach, moving them upwards to my breasts, massaging my nipples. I erupted into her mouth – she took almost every drop.

I pulled her up so that we could cuddle. Noticing a drop of cum on the corner of her mouth, I licked it off, smiling at her. Her mother cuddled us both.

After about 30 minutes, I sat up, taking Natasha with me. “Where did you learn to do that?” I asked.

“I don’t know,” she replied. “I’ve never done it before, nor have I ever seen it done. Instinct, I suppose.”

“Well, your instincts are suburb!” I exclaimed.

“Natasha, I think that you want to progress a little faster than I have been going. True?” I asked.

“Yes.”

“Are you sure? Remember, I wanted to do this slowly – so that you could understand everything happening and the implications.”

“I am ready, Barry. You said that you needed to earn my trust – well, you have certainly done that!”

“OK. Tomorrow is Saturday – I don’t normally come over on the weekends. Would you like for me to come tomorrow?”

“Yes,” without hesitation.

I looked at Sue for confirmation. “I wouldn’t be imposing?” I asked tentatively.

“No. I – we – would be happy to have you over tomorrow.”

“OK. Giving you both a chance to sleep in, I won’t come until about 11:00 in the morning.” Looking at Sue, I added, “Don’t plan dinner.”

About this time, Natasha noticed that her mother didn’t have any hair around her pussy. “Mom,” she started, “Why…?

“Natasha, you know what I do for a living – I have never kept it a secret from you. Being a natural blond, and fair-skinned, I don’t have much hair down there – however, the men prefer a clear view – I earn more money by shaving my pussy.”

“And you never date these, um, men?” she asked.

“Ain’t no way!” her mother exclaimed. “You caught me and Barry together today. He is the first man I have been with for several years.”

I suppressed a small smile…

“As far as I am concerned, he is the only man you should be with!”

I struggled to suppress an even bigger smile!

Chapter IV, Part 1

The next morning, I awoke around 7:00. I went to feed Bandit (my dog) and started the water for the front lawn. I then cleaned her run, and watered the plants in the back, allowing Bandit to run free for a bit. I shut the water in front, and then started the water for the lawn in the back.

I then went inside and completed the three S’s. After getting dressed, I shut the water off in the back.

Around 9:00, I went to the grocery store – driving a little extra, as I wanted to go to my favorite upscale type of store. There, I picked out three very nice, tender looking T-bones; three medium sized baking potatoes, and three ears of white corn, not shucked. I also picked out a nice bottle of Merlot and a bottle of grape juice.

When I arrived home, Bandit was very interested in my packages. “Dogs don’t like T-bones!” I playfully scolded. Right on cue, she harrumphed. I swear! Animals know more than they let on!

Taking my packages into the kitchen, leaving Bandit outside, I first put the grape juice in the refrigerator. I began trimming and seasoning the meat (btw - there’s no such thing as too much garlic!). 

I placed the meat in a large zip-lock bag, and then emptied my bottle of cabernet marinade into the bag, zipping it closed and putting it in the refrigerator.

I then shucked the corn, cleaning the angel hair (one of my favorite descriptions!). I placed two patties of butter on each, and then rolled each in heavy-duty foil, also placing them into the refrigerator.

I then cleaned the potatoes, patting them dry and leaving them on the counter. It was too early to prepare them – I would do that at Sue’s, bringing with me three sheets of the heavy-duty foil.

I went outside – much to Bandit’s pleasure! – and prepared my chimney charcoal starter, placing it in a paper bag and rolling it closed so as to not spill any of the charcoal. I grabbed my butane starter and my wire grill cleaner, putting them into a separate bag, and placed all three of these items in my truck.

A few minutes before 11:00, I packed the groceries in a bag, the wine and grape juice in another. I left for Sue’s.

After Sue let me in, I went straight to the kitchen, placing the groceries (minus the potatoes) and the grape juice in the refer. I put the wine in a cupboard, on it’s side. “You are not allowed to look in the bag in the refrigerator,” I admonished, very quietly, as Natasha had yet to discover my arrival.

Smiling at her look of bewilderment, I went back out to my truck and retrieved the BBQ supplies, going through the side gate to where I had earlier noticed a long-unused kettle BBQ. I cleaned the grill, and prepared everything for later.

Knocking on the backslider, Sue let me in. We exchanged a wonderful kiss. After breaking, we smiled at each other – it was at this time that Natasha came running into the room (she apparently heard my knock on the slider…). She jumped into my arms, completely nude!

“Natasha!” exclaimed her mother, for the second time in as many days.

Smiling at Natasha’s mother, I then looked into Natasha’s eyes. “Hmmmm. It appears to my untrained eye that you weren’t kidding when you said that you wanted me to speed things up, huh?”

“Whatever gave you that idea?” she responded, with a grin.

She put her head on my shoulder as I motioned Sue to follow us into the master bedroom.

As I placed Natasha on the side of the bed, I asked Sue to disrobe and position herself on one side.

Standing in front of Natasha, I said, “It is a good thing to think of different ways to make love – it adds spice to life!”

Looking downcast, she started to get up, saying, “You don’t approve? I’ll go put some clothes on.”

“Not on your life!” I said so sharply that it caused her look at me with concern.

Smiling, I said, “You misunderstand. You did nothing wrong – I was just commenting on the fact that you did something completely unexpected to spice up today’s activities. It worked! Apparently, this was also instinct on your part. I wholeheartedly approve!

“Allow me to return the favor,” I said, as I backed a few feet away. I started a slow dance of striptease, enticing her to reach toward me, but, each time, I would back away just out of her reach. As I removed one item of clothing, I would dance toward her, only to dance away as she responded. “You are not allowed to leave your seat,” I told her.

Once I was completely nude, I stood before her, out of reach. “Now, do you understand what I was saying?” I asked.

She was breathing heavily, and nodded “Yes,” - I don’t think that she had the energy – or, rather, the wherewithal - to respond verbally.

I came to her, to give her a hug. As she reached for me I said, “Not yet, Sweetheart. Don’t be in a rush!”

I picked her up, placing her in the center of the bed. Sue was on her side, propping her head with one hand. As I put Natasha down, I reached over and gave her mother a flick of my tongue on her nipple. She fell on to her back, with a gasp, looking at me in surprise.

“Don’t you ever forget where that came from!” I stated, grinning widely at her.

I laid next to Natasha, enveloping her in my arms. Her mother had, by this time regained her composure, again resting on her side. She completed the embrace, completely breaking any fears that Natasha may have been harboring.

I started by nibbling on Natasha’s ear, and kissing her neck. Her breathing started to become irregular. I planted a serious kiss on her lips, forcing her mouth open so that I may tongue wrestle with her. She responded by challenging my tongue – we were both winners!

Her chest was heaving – such beautiful, young breasts! She already had more than a mouthful.

I moved onto my knees, in between her legs. I started kissing my way down, from her lips, to her neck, down her chest, stopping at her breasts. I made sure that each nipple was well aware of my presence – they both were at attention! I probably spent more time then necessary in this area, but who was I to complain? I also noticed that there weren’t any complaints coming in from any other source…

I slowly moved down, spending a moment with her navel – an ‘innie,’ I might add. This gave her a moment to calm down – I think that she appreciated the minor break!

As I slowly moved my way down, she opened her legs wider – in anticipation. Her legs were now waving to the gods.

“Oh, oh,” she kept saying. “Oh, god!”

Sue kept caressing her, kissing occasionally. She was trying to reassure her daughter. Natasha grasped her hand, looked at her, and smiled. The look said, “Not to worry, Mom – I completely trust him!”

That is when I went down on her – taking her pussy in my mouth, caressing her slit, twirling my tongue around her clit. She came, and came again!

“Thank you, Natasha,” I said. After a moment, I asked, “Are you ready to continue?”

“Do bears shit in the woods?” was her response. “Get your act in gear!” Sue smiled her encouragement.

I pulled Natasha close to me, and turned her over, so that I was on the bottom, and Natasha was on top.

“I am assuming this position, mainly because it will allow you to control the entire process. It is called the ‘cowgirl’s’ position – ride ‘em cowboy! You control the pace, the amount of penetration, everything. If you feel uncomfortable in any way, you may stop. If I feel that you are completely comfortable, I may flip you over, and take charge.

“OK?”

“You haven’t started yet?” was her only response.

“Sue, if you would please assist. I need you to guide Natasha down on my cock, but just enough to lubricate. Then, let her go!”

And, man, did Natasha “Go!”

She went down on me in wide-eyed astonishment. “My god, Barry! You are completely filling me up!”

“Unh,” was my response. “Natasha, your pussy is sooo tight!”

After a few moments, Natasha was on a regular rhythm. As she started going faster, I grabbed her, and flipped her over, taking charge. I pounded her pussy hard and fast. As she responded to each of my thrusts, her eyes rolled back into her head, and her back arched.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!” she shrieked.

As I shot stream, and stream again of cum into her, I collapsed, along with her.

As we relaxed together, I said, “Natasha, I’m not done, yet.”

“What?” she responded, not understanding where I was going.

I rolled her over, and began lapping at her pussy. I completely cleansed her of our cum.

“Oh! Oh! God, Barry! Oh, oooooaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!” As she came again, much to my satisfaction!

She collapsed into my arms, completely satisfied. Her mother embraced her, attempting to comfort her, but Natasha didn’t need comforting.

The three of us fell asleep, together. Content.

Chapter IV, Part 2

Time passed.

I awoke to Natasha saying, “Mom? Mom? I’m famished!”

I immediately looked toward the clock, only to discover that it was shortly after 3 PM.

“Oh! Jeeze!” I exclaimed. “We – uh - worked right through lunch!

“I’m sorry, Natasha!”

“Oh, Barry! Don’t be sorry! I think that I have been well ‘fed’!”

Grinning, I gave her a lick on one of her nipples, forcing her to gasp.

“Sweetheart,” I began, “I’m going to put some clothes on and start the BBQ. You put some clothes on, too, and help. Let’s let your mother rest for a bit longer – she looks so peaceful!”

After putting on just outer clothes, I went outside and started the BBQ. After ensuring that the coals would indeed ignite, I went inside.

Natasha had just appeared in the kitchen, with a questioning look on her face, pertaining as to how she could help.

“Natasha, I’m going to cook tonight’s – or rather, this afternoon’s lun-din on the grill. I have already started the coals – they will take a full 45 minutes before they are ready.

“It is now 3:45. That means that I can begin cooking at 4:30. I want to cook potatoes – that will take a full hour. I also have corn-on-the-cob, already prepared. They take 30 minutes.

“The final entry is steak. The cooking time for the steaks will depend on how you and your mother like them.

“Dinner should be ready by 5:30.

“I, at this time, request your assistance for the preparation of the potatoes.

“Are your ready?” I asked.

“Oh, God! Yes!” she replied. “I so want to help my mother!”

I picked her up in my arms, and swung her around. “You are the ideal daughter!” I said.

As the potatoes had been already cleaned, I just needed to prepare them. I cut the ends, and then soaked their skins in olive oil.

For the first one, I showed Natasha how to poke the skins, which would allow them to breathe, and then wrapped it in foil. Natasha did the last two on her own.

As we finished this first procedure early, I put the potatoes on a platter, taking them outside.

As we waited on the grill, Natasha snuggled up to me. “Barry,” she said, “thank you –“

“No need, my sweat baby,” I said. “There is no need for thanks when there is unconditional love involved.”

She melted into my arms, completely surrendering herself.

We put the potatoes on, on schedule. After 30 minutes, we put on the corn, turning the potatoes.

We then went inside and prepared the table. After Natasha had set the table, she was astonished when I put three wine glasses, one at each setting.

“Don’t get your hopes up, sweet thing! You get grape juice, while your Mom and I get the real thing!” I said, smiling.

“Thank you for that, and again for providing a glass so that I could feel like a grown-up!”

“Natasha, you are more grown-up than anyone I have ever known at your age! Neither your Mom, nor I would ever want to impede your progress!”

She ran to me, and, again, melted into my arms. “Natasha, I need to know: how do you like your steaks?”

“Medium,” she replied. “My Mom, too.”

“Well, you go get your mom up,” I said. “I’m about to put the steaks on, and she will want to be completely awake for dinner.

“And, you each will get your steaks prepared MY way – the only way that I know how to cook!”

Astonished, she asked, “And how is that?”

“Medium,” I said, with a sly grin.

Chapter IV, Part 2

Laughing, Natasha went to get her mom. I put the steaks on, turned both the corn and the potatoes, and was sitting on a lounge in the backyard waiting to turn the steaks for the final time.

Both Sue and Natasha appeared; with Sue exclaiming, “Barry! You didn’t need to do this!”

“Oh, contraire, my love. If I didn’t teach Natasha how to cook, where would you be?” I said, feigning complete innocence.

She slapped the back of my head, playfully. “’My love’?” she asked.

“You’re too perceptive. Don’t push it,” I said. “I’m not yet ready - personal reasons.”

She looked at me, astonished. “You – and Natasha - are my life to me,” I explained. “Please give me a bit of leeway – so that I may sort things out. I promise I will talk to you – in depth, very shortly.”

As I got up to turn the steaks, I said, “Dinner will be ready in about four minutes – if you would pour the wine for us and Natasha’s grape juice, it would be appreciated.”

In four minutes time, I put the steaks on the platter, and then added the corn and the potatoes. I closed the vents on the BBQ, and brought the platter into the house. I then doled out a steak for each of us, along with a potato, and a corncob.

I explained to Natasha that her corn was already buttered; all she needed to do was to twirl it around in the foil before applying salt. I then showed her how to prepare the potato, removing the foil, cutting it open, flatten it out with a fork, and then applying butter and seasonings to taste.

The steak was cooked to perfection, melting in my mouth. I noticed both Sue and Natasha expressing sounds of appreciation. However, Sue was a bit slow with her plate, looking at me frequently.

I finally couldn’t stand it anymore, and put my fork down.

Looking first at Sue, and then Natasha, I began, “Natasha, I inadvertently let something slip this afternoon. I was hoping to keep it to myself for a few more days, for personal reasons – to get some personal affairs in order. Apparently, I couldn’t – and consequently, I am glad to bring it out into the open at this time.

“Natasha,” as I took her mother’s hands in mine, “I am hopelessly in love with your mother. I ask your permission to marry your mother, which, of course, would make me your stepfather.

“The reason I was waiting was that my own divorce is to become final this week. I didn’t want anyone to think that the reason I divorced my wife was to marry your mother. My divorce started well before I met you and your mother – but that wouldn’t matter to the public.

“As a consequence, you may have to field some derogatory comments from your peers.”

Turning to Sue, I said, “I don’t currently have a ring, as I was waiting to clear my life. However, I will gladly entertain both yours and Natasha’s input as to a proper engagement ring.

“I love you both with all of my heart. Natasha, I cannot envision a life without either of you.

I went down on my knee in front of Sue. “Sue, will you marry me?”

Chapter IV, Part 3

Well, of course, Natasha didn’t have a clue as to what was going on – she knew that she was loved, but, by whom, and to what extent?

Sue, on the other hand, definitely loved me. I definitely loved her. We both realized that fact. Our concern was Natasha. Neither of us would be happy if Natasha did not agree.

Natasha dropped her fork in her plate. She looked first at her mother, then at me, her mouth wide open!

Finally realizing what I had just done, she squealed, running at me, knocking me over onto my back on the floor. She began showering me with kisses. Sue joined us on the floor, laughing. She embraced the two of us.

“Please! Please say ‘Yes’,” Natasha implored her mother.

“Ain’t no way I could say, ‘No’,” her mother stated

“I think we have her ‘OK’,” I said to Sue, with one of the biggest smiles I have ever had on my face. I then gave her a very passionate kiss; with Natasha holding us both together.

As I broke the kiss, I said, “We had better get back to our dinner before the ants think that I did all of this for them…”

We went back to our places. Natasha and Sue attacked their plates with gusto, complementing me on my BBQ skills. Silently, I agreed with them – the food was done to perfection, a rare occurrence on my part.

“I couldn’t have done it without your help,” I told Natasha. She beamed with pride!

After we had cleaned our plates, I told both of the girls to sit in the family room – that I would clean up.

Sue protested, saying, “But you cooked…”

I placed a finger over her mouth, shushing her. “I think that you and Natasha need a bit of time together.”

As they complied, I corked the wine – neither Sue nor I had poured an extra glass. I then rinsed the dishes – I saved the largest T-bone for Bandit, putting the rest in the garbage. After I had rinsed the dishes and utensils, I placed them in the dishwasher (I didn’t start it as it wasn’t yet full); I took the garbage out to the can, after putting a new bag in the receptacle under the sink. I put my BBQ supplies, along with Bandit’s bone, in my truck before I returned to the house.

Sue appeared in the doorway, holding a key. “This is for you,” she said. “You are the only man that has earned the right to have this.”

Taking the key, I thanked her with a kiss, then shooed her out of the kitchen.

I completed my cleanup chores by wiping the dinner table and the counters. Looking around the kitchen, I was satisfied; I turned off the light, and went into the family room.

I took one step into the family room, and stopped dead in my tracks! It was my turn for the ‘dropped mouth’ reaction. There was a pile of clothes at one corner of the couch – both Sue and Natasha didn’t have a stitch on, and they both had impish grins on their faces.

“We thought that we would provide desert,” Sue said, with a smile.

Hell, I couldn’t get my clothes off fast enough!

The three of us made mad, passionate love for the rest of the evening, sharing each other, different positions, utilizing almost all of the furniture in the house. All three of us ended up in Sue’s bed, holding each other, exhausted. Soon, we all fell asleep.

Chapter V, Part 1

The next morning, Sunday, I awoke around 9:30 – highly unusual for me – I rarely sleep beyond 7:00. Both Sue and Natasha were sleeping soundly; all of us were in each other’s arms. I couldn’t believe the look of content each were wearing. I extracted myself carefully, so as to not wake either of them.

After I dressed, I picked up the discarded clothes in the family room, putting Natasha’s in her room, and Sue’s in her room.

I did a cursory check of the kitchen, making sure everything was in order. I then let myself out, locking the door with the key Sue had given me. I drove my truck back to my house, parking it in the garage. I fed Bandit, and then gave her the T-bone. Wagging her tail furiously, she forgave me for not returning home last night.

“Whew!”

Giving Bandit a chance to bury her bone in private, I went into the house. After a few moments, I emerged with her leash. Once she spotted the leash, there was no stopping her excitement!

I picked up her water bowl, and emptied it. This was unusual procedure, so she was looking at me quizzically.

“You’ll find out in a few minutes,” I told her.

We left the house – as I was going in a direction that did not lead to any of her usual jaunts, she kept fighting me to go in the correct direction. After a few moments, she stopped fighting me as she discovered new ‘news’ on our route. I let her sniff the ‘news’, so it took us a good ten minutes to reach Sue’s and Natasha’s house.

I let her in the back yard by the side gate. Releasing her from her leash, I waited while she completely explored the yard. Being satisfied, she came back to me, where I gave her a tousle between her ears. She was looking up at me, as if to say, “What happens next?”

“You be a good girl,” I said, “and be quiet.”

I let myself out of the yard, going around to the front, where I let myself in. I first checked on the girls – they were both still sleeping, in the same position I had left them in.

I then went into the family room, opened the slider, and then the screen, where I let Bandit discover that I was still on the property. I filled her water bowl, placing it where she would be sure to find it. I returned to the house, closing the screen, but leaving the slider open.

It was at this moment that the doorbell rang, precisely at 10:30.

I answered the door, to discover an elderly lady dressed very nicely. She was surprised at my appearance, and stepped back, a bit in shock. She was in her very early sixties, built very nice, and obviously took pride in her appearance.

“Yes?” I inquired.

“My – my name is Monica,” she said. “I’m Sue’s mother. I’m here to pick them up for church. Who are you?”

A little shocked myself, I stepped aside. “Please do come in. My name is Barry.

“I’m so sorry – Sue and Natasha are still sleeping. Had I known that you were expected, I would have wakened them earlier so that they would have been ready.”

“Barry. I’ve heard your name. Sue and Natasha couldn’t stop talking about you last Sunday. May I check on them?”

Suppressing a small smile, I bid her to go ahead.

Going down the hall, she stopped at Natasha’s room and looked in. She then looked at me quizzically. I nodded for her to continue.

She then went down to Sue’s room. She put her hand to her mouth as she spotted the two of them, still asleep and fully content, in each other’s arms, nude.

Monica returned to the family room, saying, “I can’t remember the last time I saw them so content. I don’t blame you for not wanting to wake them.”

“Again, I want to apologize. Yesterday was a very active day for us, and then I cooked a full meal on the BBQ; wine was included with the meal for Sue and myself – Natasha had grape juice in a wine glass. She felt very grown-up.

“Anyway, we all fell asleep. It was not my intention to sleep over; this is the first time that this occurred.”

Monica had an eyebrow raised. “OK, Barry. I think I understand, even more than you may think. However, I need to leave now, so that I will be at church on time.”

“Monica, I feel bad. Will you please return after church? I want to get to know you, plus I will treat everyone do a late lunch, early dinner. A lun-din.”

She smiled. “I will be here at 12:30.”

“Thank you.”

Chapter V, Part 2

A few minutes later, both Sue and Natasha emerged, holding each other, still very nude.

“Good morning,” I greeted them. The greeting was returned with a three-way hug – something I vowed to myself that would continue forever.

“Sue,” I began, “Your mother came by to take you and Natasha to church.”

She gasped, placing her hand against her mouth as she checked the time. “Oh, my god!”

Smiling, I told her to relax. “Once your mother learned who I was, she requested to check on the two of you. Of course, I permitted her to do so. Afterwards, we had a brief discussion – friendly – and she left after I invited her to return after church, so that all of us may go for a lun-din.

“I have made arrangements at Enrique’s for 2:00. The two of you will need to get ready and dress appropriately. Your mother will be here at 12:30. Judging from the time of her arrival this morning, I suspect that she is very punctual.”

“That she is.” Then realizing where we were to go for lun-din, she exclaimed, “Enrique’s? How did you ever do that? There is a six-week waiting period!”

“I know the owner,” I replied, smiling. I then gave each of them a pat on the butt, saying, “Now go get ready. I’m going to go to my house and do the same. I will be here before 12:30.”

About this time, Natasha heard a noise from the back yard.

“Mom!” she exclaimed. “There is a dog in our back yard!”

“That would be Bandit. My pooch.” I said. “Quickly put on some clothes, I will introduce you.”

Natasha ran to comply, while Sue went to prepare. I took Natasha outside. “Bandit is a ‘people’ loving dog – meaning that she loves people. She is not tolerant to other dogs. I realize that she looks intimidating, but do not worry. She’s getting old, and is partially deaf.”

Natasha and Bandit hit it off immediately. I allowed them to play for a few moments, then motioned to Natasha to come and get ready, telling her that I would leave Bandit here for the day.

“Now, go get ready for your grandmother. I will return shortly.”

I returned right at 12:15, dressed in a sport jacket and tie. I brought with me some fresh brie, which I had purchased a bit earlier, along with a small baguette.

I prepared the brie, and cut the bread. I then placed four wine glasses around the table, with four small plates. After pouring Natasha’s grape juice, I poured what was left of the wine from last night, giving both Sue and her mother full glasses, while I took the remnants.

Right on time, the doorbell rang. As Sue and Natasha emerged from their rooms, both dressed to the hilt, I gasped. Smiling my appreciation – and they both acknowledged it! – I turned to the door, letting Monica in.

“Monica,” I said. “We have much to discuss. Thank you for your graciousness, and for agreeing to return today.

“I have brie and bread on the kitchen table, along with some wine. Come; let us get to know each other. I have secured reservations at Enrique’s for 2:00 today.”

“How did you do that?” she inquired, realizing that you generally would need to make a reservation six weeks in advance.

I gave her the same answer I gave Sue earlier. She accepted it, but was a bit skeptical.

Monica and I pretty much covered the conversation – both of us asking the usual questions one asks in getting to know a person. Sue and Natasha did interject some comments – all of which were designed to my benefit.

Sigh. I LOVE these two women!

As we finished the brie and wine, I announced that it was time to leave. I had driven my Lexus to Sue’s when I returned, so I piled everyone in. Monica sat in the passenger seat, while Sue and Natasha were in the back, holding hands.

As I was driving toward the restaurant, I took Monica’s hand, saying, “Please – not only will you enjoy this experience, but you will be pleasantly surprised!”

She smiled, and said, “I had better be!”

That caused me to chuckle.

I pulled into the lot for Enrique’s – but did not park. Instead, I pulled up to the valet parking station. Leaving my keys in the ignition, I hopped out and opened the rear door for Sue. The valet opened the front door for Monica and the rear for Natasha, saying, “Mr. Barry. It is good to see you again!”

I acknowledged his recognition, and led the ladies inside. Both Monica and Sue were surprised when we were immediately whisked to a table, somewhat semi-private. Natasha was in awe.

Natasha sat next to her grandmother, I sat across from Monica, and Sue was next to me.

Almost immediately, the headwaiter – John - appeared, with an ice bucket containing a bottle of champagne. The ladies then noticed that the table was set with champagne glasses instead of wine glasses.

Sue and Monica were both surprised that I greeted the waiter by name, as he did me. As he ceremoniously opened the bottle, we exchanged pleasantries. As he started to pour the champagne, another waiter appeared with a champagne glass for Natasha. “Sparkling cider for you, madam,” he said, then disappeared. Natasha had the biggest smile…

Once the waiter had poured our champagne and disappeared, Monica asked, “Bubbly? Are we celebrating something?”

“Yes,” I said, as Sue put her head on my shoulder and I wrapped my arm around hers. “I wouldn’t have ordinarily gone in this fashion, however, I wasn’t aware of your existence until this morning.” Natasha started bouncing in her seat.

“Yesterday, while BBQing dinner, I inadvertently let something slip. Remarks slipped in this fashion can mostly be construed as being true – this one certainly was. I was addressing Sue, when the phrase ‘My love’ escaped my lips. Sue, being perceptive caught it immediately. This caused some discomfort during last night’s dinner.

“After a few moments, I couldn’t continue. To make a long story shorter, I asked for Natasha’s permission for me to marry her mother, and then I asked Sue to marry me.”

I reached across the table and took both of Monica’s hands in mine. “The response was a resounding ‘Yes!’ which made me the happiest man in the world. I mentioned to both Natasha and Sue that I couldn’t imagine my life without either of them. I now ask for your blessing.”

Monica looked directly into my eyes, no expression on her face. She then got up, causing me to think that she was going to walk off. Sue had the same feeling, as a look of concern swept her face. Instead, Monica walked around the table, stopping between Sue and myself, placing a hand on each of our shoulders. She leaned down to Sue, and whispered, “You have made me the happiest woman! Thank you!”

She then leaned to me and asked, “You will take care of my daughter? And Natasha?”

“Without a doubt!” I responded. She gave me a reassuring squeeze, before returning to her seat. Natasha was beaming – she was so happy!

Monica raised her glass in a toast. As we all responded, she said, “To my new family! I can now rest!”

“Not so fast, Monica,” I said, with a grin. “You know that parenting never has an ending!”

She started to laugh, and then tears started rolling down her face. “Barry, you ARE too smart for your own britches! I thank you – I know that I will be included in your family, and that you will love me as I will love you.”

That started a tear down my face, which Sue wiped off.

Just at this time, John appeared. “Are we ready to order?” he asked

I indicted to the ladies to order what they wanted – there were no limitations.

We ordered. And we supped.

After we had all cleaned our plates, I leaned back. I was quite content, as were my ladies.

John appeared. “Mr. Barry, would you like today’s ticket to be placed on your tab?’

“No, John,” I replied. “I will pay as if I were a normal customer - no discounts.” I gave him my credit card.  “Would you please ask Enrique to appear? I want him to meet these ladies.”

Within a few moments, Enrique appeared, bringing me my tab. “Mr. Barry!” he said. “It is a pleasure!”

“Enrique, I would like to introduce you to my fiancée – Sue, and her daughter, Natasha. In addition, my future mother-in-law: Monica.”

He looked the three ladies over carefully. Smiling, he said, “Mr. Barry appears to have made another of his very wise decisions!”

This took the ladies back a moment, not understanding.

“Enrique has a very good business head on his shoulders.” I stated. “He is the business side of the partnership for this restaurant.”

Monica looked at Enrique, smiled, and said, “I had heard that, although a good, professional chef can run a tight kitchen, they don’t know how to fill out a deposit slip!” 

“Ah, yes that is mostly true. Our chef has been with us for many years, and he does run a tight kitchen. However, he is not the person I have partnered with”, he said, as he gestured toward me.

Monica was looking at him, trying to figure out what he meant. As she slowly realized what he said, she looked at me, back to Enrique, who nodded, then back to me. Her mouth dropped in surprise. Sue and Natasha both had surprised looks on their faces.

Monica leaned back in her chair, and then slapped the table, laughing very hard.

When she regained her control, she quoted, “’I know the owner!’” - which set her off again. “No wonder you were able to get us in without notice! And the special treatment!”

I got up to shake Enrique’s hand, thanking him for the quick service, and told him that I would meet with him tomorrow.

Enrique left, silently laughing to himself.

I sat back down, smiling, as I signed the credit card chip, leaving John a very good tip.

I got up, removed the chair for Sue, helping her to rise. I then went around the table to do the same for Monica. Natasha was already out of her chair and came to me, “Thank you for the meal – and the experience!” she said, giving me a tight hug.

As we walked toward the exit, Monica said, “Barry, you have managed to surprise me twice in one day. Not many people can do that, few have even dared!” Turning to me, she continued, “Please don’t do that again – my heart can’t take it!” smiling.

Looking at her with concern, she put a hand on my arm. “Don’t worry – that was said in jest. There is nothing wrong with my heart. You may, of course, keep surprising me – I like surprises!”

The valet brought my car around, jumped out, and opened the two side doors for the ladies – handing me my keys. I slipped him a twenty, which he graciously acknowledged with nod of his head.

As I went around the car to open the rear door for Monica, Sue got in the passenger seat and Natasha sat next to her grandmother, taking her hand and causing Monica to smile. We chitchatted on the way home – er, to Sue’s house (Funny – I’m already calling her house ‘home!’).

“Sue, may I use the facilities?” she asked.

“Of course, Mother. You know that you don’t need to ask.”

Natasha waited in line at the hall bathroom, while I went to wait in the master bath - Sue had beaten me there!

As Sue exited and stood aside to allow me to pass, she grabbed my crotch. “How badly do you need to pee?” she asked sweetly, grinning.

“Sue, if you don’t stop, you’re going to have a very wet hand!”

Laughing, she let me pass, and went into the family room, where her mother was already seated on the couch.

As Sue sat next to her, and placed her head on her shoulder, Monica embraced her. Sue said, “Mom, you are the best! Thank you for your approval. I am the happiest I have ever been in my life!”

“I know you are, Sweetheart. I am, too. And I sense the same in Natasha – which, by the way, is a great improvement from Sunday, two weeks ago!”

Sue sat up. “Mom, I’m not sure if we are ready to talk about that just yet. Soon, OK? I promise.”

I had walked into the room during that exchange. As I sat in an easy chair, I made a mental note to address this issue with both Sue and Natasha tomorrow.

Natasha came out of the bathroom, she looked around, perplexed – she couldn’t figure out who she wanted to sit with!

I said, “Go sit next to your grandmother. I’m sure that you will be happy with the results.”

Monica immediately put her arm around Natasha, now holding both her and Sue. Sue reached across her mother, and took Natasha’s hand, where all three of them melted together, and cried – happy tears.

Smiling, I waited for them to calm down. As Natasha, wiping her face, looked at me, I said, “See. I told you!” She nodded.

Sue added, “Barry, thank you. I don’t know how you knew that that was what we needed.”

Monica harrumphed. “He is just too smart for his britches!” she said.

“Hmmmm. Where have I heard that before?” I deadpanned.

That brought a laugh from Sue. Monica looked at her quizzically.

“Inside joke,” I said. She smiled in understanding.

We must have talked for hours, all of us comfortable with each other, as if we had known each other forever. A happy family.

Monica looked up, noticing the time. She rose, saying, “I really have to get moving. I would like to get home before dark.”

She gave Natasha a loving squeeze, and then a kiss, doing the same for Sue. She then came to me and gave me a kiss full on my lips! “Allow me to walk you to your car,” I stammered.

“Of course.” Then turning to Sue, “Please give me a call later this evening. I have a favor to ask.”

“OK.”

When we reached her car, she reached a hand to the side of my face. “Barry, you are the best thing that has happened to my family.”

Embarrassed, I said, “Actually, this is the best family I could happen to!”

Laughing, she got into her car, started, and, with a wave of her hand, drove off.

I waved back, watching as she disappeared around the corner. Realizing that I was standing in the middle of the street – not a safe place to be – I returned to the house.

As I returned to the family room, I noticed Sue and Natasha coming down the hall, holding hands, and completely nude! As I stopped in my tracks, my mouth dropped.

“We didn’t get desert!”

Damn! I was too dressed up! I couldn’t get my clothes off fast enough!

Chapter VI, Part 1

The next morning, I walked Bandit to Sue’s house, and released her into the backyard before going around to let myself in with my key.

The house was eerily quiet.

“Hello? Sue? Natasha?” I called.

“We’re back here,” came Sue’s voice, from her bedroom.

I went to her bedroom, only to find two beautiful asses pointed and shaking gently in my direction. Two faces were turned towards me, expectantly.

Oh, Jeeze!

I ripped my clothes off again, got on my knees, and crawled to this gorgeous spectacle!

Noticing that Natasha was visibly excreting vaginal juices, I started with her. As I ran my tongue along her slit, she exploded! Right in my mouth! She collapsed, making me look at her with some surprise.

“That was too quick, Love. I’ll return in a moment,” as I turned to Sue. I cupped my hand on her mound, and discovered that she, too, was extremely excited. I figured that the two of them had been playing while waiting for me. Who the hell was I to complain?

I inserted myself into Sue, from the rear (After all, she WAS shaking her booty!). Her excitement was contagious, as I found myself building to a monstrous release.

“Unnhh! Unnhh!” I exclaimed, as I began to shoot stream after stream into her love canal. She responded with a scream, cut short as she buried her face in the covers, cutting off her audible pleasure. I had my hands on her hips, trying to force myself deeper into her.

I felt a hand on the small of my back, forcing me forward into Sue. At the same time, I felt another hand grasp my nut sack, and gently roll my balls around.

As both girls were in front of me, I turned my head in surprise to see who – or what – was behind me.

“Monica!” as my mouth dropped to the floor. She was as naked as a jaybird!

“Payback is a bitch!” she responded as she looked up at me, impishly.

Natasha was laughing hysterically – Sue hadn’t recovered enough yet to respond to my surprise.

“But – but, wha –“ I began.

“Shh!” Monica said, as she pushed me down on the bed, on my back, my rod waving frantically in the air.

By this time, Sue had recovered - both her and Natasha were laughing so hard that I feared that they would loose their breath.

Monica climbed between my legs, taking my cock in both of her hands. Bowing her head fervently, as if in prayer, she mumbled, “This one is a keeper!”

“I’m trying! I’m trying!” came from Sue, still laughing.

Before I could ask what the hell they were talking about, Monica set her hook – popping my rigid cock into her mouth.

OH! MY! GOD!

I collapsed backwards, in shear ecstasy! Monica clearly knew what she was doing. I swear! Her head didn’t move, but I felt the sensations of her tongue twirling around my shaft, and also moving up and down at the same time! She had me buried to the hilt!

In no time I came, filling her mouth.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm!” she moaned.

As she made sure she had the last drop, she raised her head, again, with that impish grin.

“Funny,” I said. ‘Sue and Natasha both make that same sound…”

Sue and Natasha jumped on me immediately, pummeling and tickling. I was laughing, and not fighting back very earnestly. This brought a smile to Monica’s face, watching our antics.

Finally, I pinned the two of them, giving all of us a chance to rest. After recovering a bit, I rolled over.

“Monica, you planned this right in front of me last night, when you asked Sue to give you a call later…”

She smiled.

I then looked at Sue and Natasha. “And the two of you went along with it!”

All three of the ladies had the same impish grin on their faces. I was holding Sue and Natasha. “Monica, please join us.”

She climbed in, and we all embraced.

“That was good,” I said. “Monica, may I say that you have a very fit body for your age? You obviously work out. I can see where Sue got her incredible good looks!”

Sue gave me a playful smack, but she was hiding a smile in Natasha’s direction.

I had purposefully moved so that Monica was in the center of the bed, with Sue and Natasha on each side. “It is now my turn,” I said, giving Monica a playful nibble on her nipple.

She gasped, grabbing my head, holding tight.

“Sonny,” she warned, “although I have had several self-induced orgasms, it has been over ten years since I had one that was induced by a male!”

It was my turn to look at her slyly, as I worked my way lower and lower. She knew damn well that she was going to get her orgasms. “I will take my chances!” I said, burying my face in her pussy.

And, oh, God, did she ever! She was definitely a multiple!

I finally got up, looked her directly in the eye, and asked, “Are you ready?”

“Yes! Yes!”

Slowly, I entered, giving her my full length. Her eyes widened. “Oh, God! That is heavenly! I feel so full!

“Harder! Faster!” she implored.

As I complied, Sue and Natasha each took a breast in their mouth, gently nibbling and suckling. Monica wrapped an arm around each head, not letting them go.

“Oh! Oh! My – aiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!” She screamed, bucking and arching.

I again unloaded, and collapsed among the three of them – a very satisfied look on my face.

I enveloped them all.

“I told you he knew what he was doing!” Sue said.

“I believed you then, even more so now!”

Chapter VI, Part 2

“Monica, whatever possessed you to do this?” I asked.

“It is something I fantasized about for years – making love with my daughter and with Natasha. I was afraid to approach them – I have never done this with anyone of my own gender.

“When I came over yesterday morning, looking at the two of them in bed together, so content, I knew that they would be agreeable – mostly thanks to you, I strongly suspect!”

“You did mention that you might understand more than I might believe…”

She smiled. “You noticed.”

“Mom, I noticed that you are shaved. When did this come about?”

“Again, yesterday, as I saw you and Natasha on the bed.

“I shaved last night, after our phone call, but I probably didn’t do a very good job. I found out that it is hard to do that with a mirror between one’s legs!”

This perked Natasha up. “Mom, can I shave? You mentioned earlier that we could discuss this…”

I looked at Sue, waiting for her answer. “Are you sure you want to do this? It does take regular maintenance, you know…”

I interjected. “How about I teach Natasha how to keep up the maintenance for both you and your mother, while you keep up the maintenance for her?”

Sue looked at me thoughtfully. “That would be agreeable.”

I grinned. This was going to be a piece of cake.

I asked Natasha to get a towel, a washcloth, and a bowl of warm water. As she was doing this, I put a disposable razor in a small dish of rubbing alcohol - to disinfect.

“Ok, Natasha,” I said. “You need to find where your grandmother missed a few hairs. You will need to look close, as she may have a few ‘wild hairs’ going up to her ass-crack.”

Natasha found a few – not bad, for a do-it-yourselfer! I showed Natasha how to stretch the skin tight, in order to get the closest possible shave. Natasha complied, being very meticulous.

Once she finished, I started to wash Monica’s pussy clean. She started to moan…

“Ok, Natasha, it is now time to inspect – I’m sure that you know exactly what I mean…

She smiled at me, and then played like she was doing a very close inspection of her grandmother’s pussy. Not finding anything amiss, she immediately pounced on her pussy, raking her tongue along her slit, encircling her clit!

What choice did Monica have? She immediately arched, giving way to a low moan.

Both Monica and Natasha were in heaven.

A few minutes later, they were lying together, recuperating. I got my moustache shaver, returned to the room and placed a towel under Natasha, who was still being held by her grandmother. As I moved between Natasha’s legs, Sue yelled, “Hey! I’m supposed to do that!”

“I’m just going to remove the major portion of her bush. That will make it easier for you to do the final cleanup with the razor,” I returned, winking.

She nodded OK, with a smile.

I carefully ran the shaver around Natasha’s genital area, being careful not to nick. The vibrations were getting to her, as she started a vaginal excretion. As I finished my phase, she said, “That feels weird! It’s like I’m suddenly cold down there.”

“Believe me, Natasha,” I began, “You have a HOT pussy!”

That brought laughter to the three ladies.

After I gently cleaned her pussy, and dabbed some warm water, I spread the shaving cream and handed the disinfected razor to her mother.

Once she finished, she handed the razor to me and did the final cleanup. “Now, it’s MY turn to inspect!” Natasha turned to her grandmother with a knowing smile.

Of course, she didn’t inspect a damn thing – she knew that she had done a good job. She simply buried her face in her daughter’s very wet pussy, fully exploring with her tongue.

Natasha moaned; her grandmother gathered her in tightly, and in a few short minutes, Natasha exploded all over her mother’s face.

After Sue finished cleaning her pussy – again - the three of them were holding each other. “Barry,” Sue said, “In the future, can this be a ‘ladies’ thing?”

“Of course,” I responded, fully understanding what she meant – she wanted the time with her mother and her daughter without male interference.

Sue then turned to her mother. “I think I am due for maintenance, myself.”

“I thought you would never ask!”

“I will start to honor your request right now,” I said, and put on my clothes. As I left, I got Bandit, and we went for a walk to the park before returning home.

Chapter VII, Part 1

About 7:30 that night, I received a call from Sue.

“Mom left a few minutes ago. We all had a wonderful time. Thank you for your understanding – you have really made an impression on her!

“And, us three ladies have grown even closer, as if that were possible!”

“My pleasure – literally!

“Would you like for me to come over now?” I asked.

“Barry, I want to ask for your understanding again, I – we are tired.”

“Of course. I will come by tomorrow, at the usual time. However, I ask that you call Monica, so that she can attend. I do have a special reason, which will be revealed to you tomorrow.”

“OK.”

Chapter VII, Part 2

The next morning – Tuesday, I arrived at the appointed time, to discover that Monica was already there.

“Ladies, I want to ask all of you to join me in the master bedroom. Our relationship is ‘new’, and I want for all of us to get to know each other better.”

As we all entered the bedroom, I started to disrobe, causing the ladies to do the same. “Ladies, I have two things on the agenda today. The first is that I want us to each explore each other’s likes and dislikes. Passion, wanton abandonment, no-no’s, etc. Let’s both tell and show how each one of us could please any other one of us!

“I want everyone to have an open mind, as there may be things that one of us likes that has never occurred to another. Experiment! Don’t be afraid to try something at least once!”

After about an hour and a half, we all collapsed on the bed, thoroughly satisfied and content. Each of us had learned of everyone’s limitations, pleasure points, etc., among numerous ohh’s, ahhh’s, moans, and orgasms!

As we recuperated, Sue sat with her mother, cuddling. I sat with my legs crossed Indian style, with Natasha in my lap, leaning against my chest, on her grandmother’s side of the bed and facing her.

I began the second phase of today’s agenda.

“Sue, Natasha - Sunday, I overheard Monica expressing some concern as to what may have caused Natasha’s ‘discomfort’ a few weeks ago, which resulted in my intervention, and, consequently, to our new-found closeness.

“I had originally planned to do this yesterday, but after you all surprised me so thoroughly <VBG!>, I abandoned it for today. I really think that Monica needs to know – she won’t rest until she does.”

Sue looked at her daughter, who merely nodded. As Sue opened her mouth to speak, I held up my hand, stopping her.

“I think that Natasha needs to tell this story – it will help her get it off of her chest.”

Natasha made a show of inspecting her chest, brushing imaginary debris off. Looking at me, she said, “I don’t see anything there I want to get rid of!” with a very straight face.

Laughing, I thought to myself, “No, there isn’t anything unwanted there.”

“This will help you to bury the incident and put it in the past, so that you may carry on with your life,” I said.

So, Natasha told her story, with Sue and myself interjecting the parts that involved us –and our thoughts – items that Natasha was not familiar with as she was not with either one of us during those times.

Her grandmother alternated between shock, concern, love, understanding, and even anger throughout the entire story.

Once we completed the story, Monica held her arms out to her granddaughter, tears rolling down her face.

Natasha crawled to her grandmother, and melted into her arms. “It’s OK, Grandma – with Mom’s support, and Barry’s assistance, I have been able to move past all of this.”

“I realize that, my dear. My tears are of both sadness and joy – sadness because you had to endure the experience; and joy because you and your mother found Barry to help. It took all three of you, together, to make you a much happier young lady than you were before! That, in itself, makes me a much happier grandmother!

“And, consequently, both your mother and Barry are also much happier!”

Both Sue and I acknowledged our appreciation to this fact by cuddling up with Monica, while Natasha was being held tightly in her lap.

Chapter VII, Part 3

After a few moments, Natasha started, “Mom? I’m curious – I have always come to you whenever I had a problem. In addition, I have always conducted myself by asking myself first, ‘What would my mother think?’ This was the first time that I didn’t come to you prior, and, at the same time, I failed to answer my own question. I now realize that I was wrong – that I could have trusted you with my predicament. Attribute it to raging hormones, if you will. But why haven’t you scolded me?”

Sue smiled, and placed a reassuring hand on her daughter’s arm. “It was because I was wanting you to come to this very same realization by yourself. A much more important lesson, I believed.”

Natasha melted into her mother’s arms. “I’m sorry. It will never happen again. I now know that I can come to you – and Barry! – about anything that concerns me.

“Speaking about Barry,” she turned to me. “Why haven’t you scolded me?”

“Your mother and I have never discussed this,” I responded. “However, we must have been on the same wavelength – I, too, was waiting for you to come to this same conclusion. Now that you have, a scolding is not necessary – you have learned a much more valuable lesson!”

Chapter VII, Part 4

That afternoon, I was waiting patiently for all of the members of The Club! to appear.

“Gents,” I started, “perhaps I was a bit over-zealous in wanting to continue our meetings on a regular basis throughout the summer. I now realize that some of you will be taking vacation trips with your parents – I don’t want to interfere with those plans.

“Let’s complete today’s lessons, following the usual procedures. At the end, I ask that you each, at your own leisure, take one of the subjects – a subject that interested you the most – and, over the summer, compile a complete report for the rest of our members – a thesis, if you will. I would like this presented in a presentation format – very important if you wish to secure a job in today’s job market!”

As they left, I intercepted Rob, asking him to remain behind for a bit.

“Rob,” I began, “I believe that Natasha is ready to hear you. At the same time, although I am not positive, I think that her mother is also ready to hear you.

“With my help, I think that I can get both you and Natasha beyond the ‘wall’ that has been erected – even beyond Natasha’s mother.

“Getting beyond this wall will not only help you, but it will also help Natasha – and her mother.

“If you will meet me tomorrow morning, at about 8:30, I will attempt to guide everyone through this difficult situation.”

“I’m willing – if you are!”

Chapter VIII, Part 1

The following morning, I met Rob at the park, as arranged. We walked to Sue’s house, where I rang the doorbell.

“Barry!” as Sue opened the door. “Why didn’t you use your….” she stopped, mid-sentence, recognizing who was with me.

“May we come in?” I asked. “Rob has something to say.”

She stood aside, opening the door wider so that we may enter. We waited in the entry way as Sue closed the door and sat beside Natasha, who was sitting on the couch. Natasha’s eyes opened a bit wider, and then returned to normal.

“Rob has something he wants to say,” as I moved toward the kitchen. I was able to notice that Rob moved between the two ladies, and sank to his knees on the floor, before I disappeared into the kitchen, where I grabbed a beer from the fridge (yeah, I know – it was early, but…).

I sat at the kitchen table, where I could hear, but still appear to be out of the picture.

“Natasha,” he began, slowly (I could imagine his head hanging low, while he composed his thoughts!), “I want to apologize to you and to your mother – I did not conduct myself as a mature human on our last encounter. I disrespected you; your mother, and further embarrassed myself later to my own mother.

“Natasha, I did not take your concerns to heart. I was misinformed – much to my own detriment. In addition, it was quite apparent that I was only interested in my own gratification. I now realize that I had hurt you – in more ways than one.

“Sue, I also apologize to you. My conduct was deplorable. In addition, I made a very derogatory remark in regards to Natasha. She never has, nor will she ever deserve that type of a remark.

“Barry has helped me to reach these conclusions – not by lecture, but by guiding my own thoughts in the correct direction. However, even before Barry started with me, I have been extremely remorseful ever since that eventful Friday evening. I could not face the world that entire weekend; my mother had to force me to go to school the following Monday.

“I ask both of you to forgive me – the situation will never again occur to either of you, or to anyone else – by myself or by my immediate friends.”

I pictured his head hanging low, a hand in each lap, palm up – waiting for their response. I got up, stood in the doorway, waiting for their reaction – they could not see me.

Natasha looked at her mother, and nodded. She picked up Rob’s hand, covering it with both of hers. “Rob, I accept your apology. Barry has helped me to understand what did occur, also. I am also relieved that the disrespect will never occur again – to anyone.”

Sue placed her hand in Rob’s. “Rob, it took an incredible amount of courage to come here and face us to apologize. I believe your sincerity, and I also accept your apology. You are welcome in our house again.”

I emptied my beer, and tossed it into the recycle bin. I then entered the room and sat in an easy chair.

Natasha rose, extending her hand to Rob. “Come, please. Let’s experience what we should have experienced!”

Surprised, Rob let Natasha lead him in the direction of her room. “But – but – your mom – Barry – I’m not prepared!”

“Relax,” she said, smiling. “I am prepared, and both Barry and my mom want this to happen – the right way!”

When a woman wants something to happen, it happens – I have yet to meet the man that can say “No!” - myself included.

Chapter VIII, Part 2

I joined Sue on the couch, holding her very tightly. She responded by placing her head on my shoulder - content.

After a few moments, sounds of pleasure began to emanate from Natasha’s room. After about 30 minutes, we looked at each other, smiled, and then tiptoed down the hall. We peeked in the open door – they were in each other’s arms, very content. There were a few used condoms on the nightstand – a good sign.

We continued down the hall to Sue’s room, where we removed each other’s clothing, and fell onto the bed, making mad, passionate love.

After about an hour, while Sue and I were holding each other tenderly, Natasha appeared at our door.

“Rob left a few minutes ago,” she said. “May I join you?”

“Of course,” we both said, simultaneously.

As she climbed into our bed, I said, “Darn! I wanted to speak to him about another apology…”

“Not to worry,” responded Natasha. “When he left, he mentioned that he wanted to speak with his mother. I strongly suspect that it would be…”

Holding both Natasha and her mother tightly, I grinned. “I will agree with your intuition. That young man has moved beyond my expectations!”

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This is my second story of any nature. What do you think? Please comment, as I already have some notes for sequels and offshoots in the works. Your comments are welcome, good, bad, or indifferent. oralpleasingu@yahoo.com