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Natasha’s 1st Party

			By: Oral Pleasure 4 U

Chapter I, Part 1

About two weeks later (please read The Re-Education of Natasha), we had just completed one of our morning romps, and we were resting comfortably, when Sue began, “Barry, I have a few questions to ask – questions that we haven’t, to date, discussed.”

Natasha added, “Barry, I, too, have a request to make. However, I will differ to Mom first, as we have discussed at least one of her questions – that I know of.”

“Natasha,” I said, “You each have equal opportunity to ask questions of me – I will always respond truthfully. However, as I get to know you better, I see that you may have a certain order for these questions to be asked. I differ to your inside knowledge, and ask that you allow your mother to begin.”

“Barry,” began Sue, “Natasha and I, along with my mother, have discussed this issue. The three of us are all in agreement. You have spent quite a bit of time in our house – even spending the night on occasion. None of us see any reason for us to keep up separate houses. Will you move in with us? Now?”

“No.”

Sue looked at me with surprise; Natasha covered her mouth, her eyes filling with tears.

I placed a hand on each, saying to Natasha, “Your mother asked a two-part question. I answered the last part. My answer of ‘No’ was only for that part.

“I, too, have been thinking along these lines. What I would like to do, is to prepare my house for sale – put it on the market. Once my house has been sold, I will be happy to move in with the two of you!

“I think I know the direction that your mother is going with her questions – I’m going to allow her to ask. Please pay attention to my answers, as I will need your help in reaching these goals.”

Natasha looked at me with raised eyebrows. Sue, I think, understood.

“Barry, are you rich?” she asked.

Smiling, I held both Sue and Natasha close. “I have both you and Natasha. What more could a man ask?”

She playfully slapped me on the arm. “You know what I mean! I’m talking financially!

“I’m looking at your house – you own it outright, along with a Lexus and a late-model Chevy pickup. In addition, you are in partnership with the most popular restaurant in town.

“Just adding those assets – even roughly - would make you a millionaire!

“I have seen you spend money without thinking twice about the numbers. I can’t even fathom doing that!

“You have no visible means of support. Just how much do you earn in a year?”

“Sue, you ask fair questions. I am currently earning slightly less than $100,000 a year – net, after taxes. That figure has been increasing by $10,000 to $15,000 per year. I am currently living on a budget of $40,000 per year, re-investing the balance.

“Yes – on paper, I am a millionaire.”

Sue almost fainted. Natasha couldn’t even comprehend the numbers.

“This topic leads me to ask a favor from you, Sue,” I said. “You have asked me to move in with you and Natasha. As you can see, by slightly increasing my yearly budget, I will be able to easily support all of us. When I move in, I ask that you quit your current employment.”

“But what will I do?” she asked. “I am not one to sit idly – there is no way I would be happy playing a rich bitch…”

“I figured that, Sue. As you can see, I, too, don’t flaunt. I prefer the simple life.

“Enrique came to me a few days ago, explaining that he was being overcome with regulations from this agency and that agency – none of which were aware of what the other was doing. 

“What it boils down to, he asked me if we could create a new position – an executive assistant, if you will – that will allow him to return to properly managing the restaurant.

“I indicated that that was a good idea, and that we should implement ASAP. I then asked if he had anyone in mind.

“Sue, he indicated you.”

Sue sat bolt upright!

“After thinking about it a bit, I agreed. However, I told him that I would prefer that you learn the business from the bottom up – washing dishes, bussing tables, doing the grunt work in the kitchen, hostessing, and even waitressing.

“Enrique smiled at me – ‘that is exactly where I wanted to go – I was hoping that you would see it that way, and not make me spell it out.’

“’Enrique, only you would dare to go in this direction and not fear repercussions’,” I told him.

“’Actually, I’ve been shaking in my itty bitty baby boots ever since I conceived the idea!’”

“I slapped him on his shoulder, saying, ‘you will never have anything to fear from me!’”

“Anyway, Sue, you may not earn, at least starting off, as much as you earn by stripping. I strongly believe, however, that you will be much happier. I know that both Natasha and I will be.

“Also, as you have learned, money is not important to me. Only yours and Natasha’s happiness is. Will you at least consider the offer?”

Sue got up and went to the phone. On her return, she stated, “I just quit my job. My boss was completely understanding, indicating that I was his best ‘lady’ in years, being consistent in bringing in the $$$. He wished me well, and said that if I need anything, to just call…”

Natasha covered her mother with a huge hug and many kisses.

“Good. I had told Enrique that you would be in tomorrow, at 10:00 AM. Your new hours will be 10:00 AM to 5:00 or 6:00 PM, depending on circumstances. I’m glad that you didn’t make a liar out of me…”

“Consider yourself slapped!” she responded. I grinned, hugely.

“One more thing,” I started. “The money that you earn, and the money that Bob pays for support, I would like to invest – in Natasha’s name, for her college fund.”

“An excellent idea, Barry! I had worried about being able to afford that expense.”

“Natasha, will you help me get my house in order for sale while your mother is at work? It will require hard work…”

“Yes! I want you here, with us!”

“Sue,” I asked, “Do you have any more questions at this time?”

“No.”

“OK. Natasha, I believe that you had a concern…”

“Yes. Mom, Barry, I have been asked to attend a party this coming Friday evening. It’s supposed to be an all-girls party, but it is not a slumber party. Mostly makeup, fashion, boys – you know, general BS and female giggling! I really would like to go.

“The only problem is, the hostess’s parents will not be home, they were called out of town for business. They do, however, trust their daughter as both of you trust me…”

“Ouch!” I said. “That would go against one of my requirements…

“Natasha, I think of you as a daughter,” as I took her hands in mine. “There’s no way I would be happy if anything ever happened to you or your mother.

“Can you convince me…” I started, when Sue interrupted.

“I agree with Barry. I don’t think I could let you attend any function unless I was completely satisfied that you would be safe.”

“I was going to ask that you call the hostess’s parents – even visit with them in person, to see their house…” Natasha started, when I interrupted.

“Talk with them would definitely be in the plans. I do have an idea,” as I turned to Sue. “Could we put this topic on hold for a couple of hours? I have been toying with an idea that I would like to implement. This idea would cover much more than just this party.”

Sue nodded, Natasha nodded, but she was a bit glum.

As I started to get up, Natasha stopped me, saying, “Barry, something else came up – during this conversation – I would like some clarification.”

“Of course,” as I sat back down.

“You said that you thought of me as your daughter. Does that mean…”

I smiled, and, as I opened my arms for her, I said, “You’d better believe it! I love you as a daughter!”

As she melted into my arms, Sue had a look of concern on her face. “Barry, when we marry, are you going to try to adopt Natasha?”

“No. It is not my intention to separate her from her father. I think all of us - Bob included - can function as a family. My trying to force a legal issue would only cause a rift – one that would not be beneficial to any of us.

“That doesn’t mean that I can’t treat her as my own…”

Natasha snuggled even closer; Sue relaxed.

“I should’ve known better…” I put my hand on her leg, reassuringly.

“I still have a problem, Barry,” Natasha began. “When speaking about my father, that is exactly how I refer to him – as ‘my father.’ When speaking to him, he is always ‘Daddy.’

“May I call you ‘Dad’ and when I refer to you, as ‘my dad?’ I think that this would help in keeping the two of you in proper perspective.”

I gave her a tight squeeze. “I would be honored.”

She smiled up at me; we gave each other a kiss, sealing the agreement.

Chapter I, Part 2

I went to my cellular phone provider. I explained that I wanted a new phone for me, one for my wife (I didn’t bother to explain that we weren’t yet married), and one for my daughter, all on a family plan.

For my phone, I wanted the same number that I currently have; for my wife’s and daughter’s phones, I wanted compatible numbers. I asked that he program my phone to ‘chirp’ my wife when I press 2, and my daughter when I press 3. My wife’s phone was to chirp me on 2, her daughter on 3. My daughter’s was to chirp me on 2, and her mother on 3.

I requested a charger for each phone.

“OK! Please give me an hour to complete the programming.”

I nodded, and went to a local restaurant that had patio dining, where I had a breakfast bagel and OJ. And I people watched. (I can’t believe the amount of people who don’t have a mirror in their house – I would really like to believe that not a one would be seen in public looking as they do!)

I went back to pick up the phones, pay the fees for a year, and returned home (Sue’s house – I’m still calling it ‘home!’)

I entered the house to find both Sue and Natasha on the couch – in the family room, still nude. I smiled my appreciation.

I sat on the floor in front of them, and gave each their new phone. I explained the plan we were on, and then the phone’s operation.

Sue grasped the idea immediately. “An invisible leash,” she said.

“Exactly. For each of us. Although I would prefer to call it a ‘link.’

Sue nodded.

“A few simple rules,” I began. “Number 1: if any one of us is separated from the others, all phones are to remain on and active. Number 2: if any one of us is separated from the others, your phone is to be on your person – not attached to your purse on in your purse. Number 3: the phones are to be charged daily – preferably overnight, as we would all be together at this time and would most likely not need the phones. However, even when charging, the phones can be active. Number 4: If any one of us is separated from the others, please keep non-essential phone calls to a minimum. I’m not saying that we cannot receive calls, or make calls. What I’m saying is that if any one of us is separated from the others, that ‘outside’ calls be kept to a minimum – get the gist of the call, then ask to call back later. This will allow any of us to contact either of the remaining parties in case of an emergency. Number 5: in case of an emergency, call 911 first – then call the other parties.

“What do you each think?”

“Sounds good to me,” they each said.

“Natasha, this brings us to your request to attend that party. Your mother and I both intend to speak with the hostess’s parents, both on the phone and in person.

“On receiving satisfactory answers, I think that we will allow you to attend the party.

“Sue, are you in agreement?”

“Yes.”

“Natasha, there are also a few rules that I would like you to follow that concern parties,” I said. “First, I want you to bring your own beverage – water, soda, whatever. I don’t want you accepting a beverage from anyone. It may be spiked, even drugged. A single bottle of water or a soda can be nursed for an entire evening without raising anyone’s suspicions. In addition, be wary of food items – take chips if they are completely dry and don’t appear to be dusted with anything, candy if it is in a sealed bag, other food items only if you watched their preparation with a careful eye. My reasoning here is, again, drugs, and/or dangerous items placed in the food, such as needles, razor blades, etc.

“Also, if anything should occur – anything at all – that concerns or endangers you or your friends - if you can’t leave the premises to go to a safe place, find a place where you can hide within the house – preferably a room where you can lock the door. Call 911, then one of us. We are always available for you.

“Do you understand what I’m trying to say?”

“What I understand, Dad, is that you love me and care about me. I have no problem in following these simple rules.”

That brought a look of comfort to Sue’s face, and she placed her head on my shoulder.

* * * * *

Chapter II, Part 1

As the week went by, we got used to our new cell phones, got ourselves in the habit of carrying them around at all times, and charging them each night (including ourselves! <g>). The three of us also had a couple of interviews with the hostess’s parents before they had to leave town.

We practiced different scenarios that could occur at a party and what a proper reaction would be.

Natasha and I also worked hard in preparing my house for sale while her mother was learning the restaurant business – Sue did come home a bit haggard a few times. Natasha and I were cleaning, taking unwanted items to the dump, and preparing for a major garage sale. (And making sure that Sue was re-vitalized for the next day! <g>)

We also built a dog run for Bandit at Sue’s – Bandit, of course, was a bit bewildered, but I figured that she wouldn’t be a bit unhappy with the outcome.

Finally, party night arrived. Sue and I dropped Natasha off at 8:00, giving her love and kisses and telling her to be careful.

Of course, all hell broke loose that night.

From what I understand, everything was going along normal – the party was low-key, the girls were laughing themselves silly while painting each other with clown faces, slut looks, etc., when, at about 10:30 the party was crashed by a group of 4 older teenage boys – apparently, the word had gone out that there was an unsupervised girlie party going on.

At first, Natasha wasn’t too worried – the music level had gone up, dancing was going on, everything still seemed like fun. Then, the hostess suddenly passed out. Immediately, two of the boys positioned themselves at the front and back doors – to prevent anyone from leaving. The oldest boy, apparently the ringleader, and one other, placed the unconscious girl on the coffee table and started to remove her clothes, amid loud jeers and laughter from the boys.

This is when Natasha got up and went into the master bath. There, she found another young lady, in tears. She closed and locked the door. Natasha opened her cell and called 911, at the same time she cautioned the girl to be quiet – she didn’t want anyone to hear her. She calmed the girl while talking with the dispatcher, giving precise information that a party had been crashed, that a gang rape was in progress, and the address.

Although the dispatcher wanted her to stay on the phone until police arrived, she broke the connection, and immediately chirped me.

“Dad, we have been crashed. Something terrible is happening, I’ve called 911 – please come and get me…”

“We’ll be right there!”

Sue and I dashed to my truck and took off.

We arrived just after the patrol officers – pulling in behind us was an unmarked car with a portable light flashing. Immediately after him was an ambulance. The patrol officers apparently already had the premises secured.

The officer that pulled in behind us wanted to know who we were.

“We’re Natasha’s parents – she called, telling us that there was a problem…”

“Natasha, Natasha,” he muttered, as he went through his notes. “I’m told that Natasha is the name of the reporting party,” he stated.

“That is probably correct,” I responded.

He looked at me and at Sue. “Natasha is an African-American?” he asked.

“Yes. But what has that got to do with…”

“Relax. I just wanted to clarify with whom I’m dealing with here. Please wait until we have the situation under complete control – I will then allow you to come in. I’m Detective Frank, head of the sexual assault division for the police department. Natasha’s name has crossed my desk before – as a victim. I’ll speak with the two of you later about that.”

Within a few moments, the paramedics whisked a young lady on a stretcher to the ambulance, and screamed off into the night. Shortly thereafter, four teenage boys were led to patrol cars, in handcuffs, and then driven off. Detective Frank appeared in the doorway and motioned us to come in.

When we entered, there were about eight young ladies cuddled on the couch, in complete fear. Sue and I looked around – we didn’t see Natasha!

“We haven’t found Natasha yet – also, there is one other young lady missing…”

I whipped my cell out, chirped Natasha. “Where are you?” I asked, when she answered. “The police have the premises secured – it is now safe. Please…”

We heard a bolt snap from a locked door, and then Natasha emerged, leading a young teenage girl with her. The girl had tears streaming down her face. “She was so scared,” Natasha started.

Sue and I both enveloped Natasha – then I turned my attention to the young lady. “Please sit on the chair, Natasha will sit with you. There is no longer any reason to be scared, but I completely understand your fear.”

I turned to Detective Frank. “Detective, we don’t know each other, but I have a suspicion that you know of me. May I help?” I asked.

“Yes, I do know of you.” He turned to the young ladies on the couch. “This gentleman is a counselor. He specializes in pre- to young-teens. His name is Barry – you may have heard of him on campus. From what I understand, he is down-to-earth. You can trust him.

“If you don’t need his immediate assistance, I’m sure that he has a card to give you. I recommend that you discuss the issue with your parents – I will have one of the detectives on my team contact each of you tomorrow for a statement. Your parents have all been notified and are on their way here. If you have any questions, or anything you want to discuss, please call either Barry or me.

“I haven’t yet notified this young lady’s parents – what is your name?”

“Jenny,” was the response.

“Detective, if I may? I would like to take Jenny home to her parents - I think it would be easier for all involved.”

“OK.”

“The young lady taken away by the ambulance – I assume that she is the hostess? Ginger?” I asked.

“Yes. I understand that her parents are out of town – no one seems to have any contact information. I’m betting that you do…”

“Natasha wouldn’t be here if we didn’t. I’ll notify them – they will probably be here before morning. Did anything happen…?”

“No. We got here just in time. He had his penis out and was ready to complete the rape, before he was rudely interrupted. Natasha saved her with her 911 call – may have even saved her life as she is receiving immediate attention for the drug that was induced.

“As far as I am concerned, Natasha is a heroine!”

Chapter II, Part 2

All four of us piled in the truck – Natasha sitting in the jump seat behind Sue, and Jenny in Sue’s lap. Jenny gave me directions to her house.

The door was answered by Jenny’s father (I assumed at the time). “Jenny! I thought that I had asked you to call when…”

Jenny’s mother, noting the concern in her husband’s voice came to the door. “Honey, can’t you see that there is something wrong?” she exclaimed, taking her daughter and going to the couch, where she immediately held her, trying to comfort her.

“I’m sorry,” he said, looking at the three of us. “My name is Jerry, my wife Martha. Please come in.”

As we entered, I introduced ourselves. “There was a problem at the party. Natasha, as you were there, would you please tell Jenny’s parents the story?”

Natasha told the story, amid sharp intakes of breath, gasps, and several exclamations of “Oh my god!” 

When Natasha finished, Jerry came to her and gave her a hug. “Thank you. Your quick thinking saved a lot of people some terrible grief. I want to especially thank you for being there for Jenny.”

“I only did what any decent human would do,” she replied, quietly.

Jerry then came to me and shook my hand. “Thanks for bringing her home. I think that we will not permit Jenny to attend any more parties.”

“Can you hold off on a final decision on that subject for a few days? At least until Sunday?” I asked, as I handed him one of my cards. “I want to confer with the three of you tomorrow afternoon, and then again on Sunday afternoon. I am not going to be available tomorrow morning, as I want to check on the hostess – Ginger. Plus, Detective Frank wants to interview Jenny and you tomorrow morning.”

Looking at my card, he looked up to me, then to Sue, then Natasha, then back to me. “Are you ‘that’ Barry?” he asked.

I raised an eyebrow, questioningly.

“I ask because I have heard your name mentioned in private conversations a few times at PTA meetings.”

“That would have been most likely me.”

He shook my hand again. “OK. We will wait on the final decision. I look forward to seeing you this weekend.”

Nodding, we got up to leave. As we said our good-byes, Natasha went to Jenny, placing a hand on her shoulder. “Don’t worry – everything will turn out OK,” she said.

Jenny smiled wanly, saying, “I know. Thank you.”

Once we got started on the way home, Natasha asked, “Are you going to see Ginger tomorrow morning?”

“Yes,” I replied. “Will the two of you come with me? Natasha, I have a special reason for asking you.

“Detective Frank will be by in the morning – around 8:30, to get your statement. We can leave afterwards.”

Sue responded, “I have to work tomorrow.”

Natasha indicated that I wouldn’t be able to hold her back from going.

Grinning, I said, “OK. We’ll leave after your mom leaves for work.”

* * * * *

Chapter III, Part 1

When we arrived home last night, I had immediately called Ginger’s parents, giving them a short version of what happened. I assured them that Ginger was OK, but I gave them the hospital where she was taken, knowing that they wouldn’t be happy until they had made direct contact. “We’re leaving immediately. We’ll be there early in the morning.”

Detective Frank arrived right at 8:30. After I let him in and directed him to an easy chair, I sat on the couch, between Sue and Natasha.

“Before we get to the business at hand, Natasha, I want to ask you about an incident that occurred a few months ago. Your name had crossed my desk that you may be a possible rape and/or assault victim. A formal complaint was never made.”

“A rape did not occur, Detective,” she responded. “The, um, meeting was consensual. I was, however, hurt.”

“Do you want to press charges?”

“No. With my mother’s support, and my dad’s – Barry’s – help, we have resolved the issue, and, as you can see, I am now a happy, well-adjusted young lady. In addition, Barry has counseled the gentleman in question, along with his friends. As a result, my reputation is intact, and the gentleman has apologized to both my mother and to me. We are now seeing each other occasionally.”

I added, “The reason the encounter went sour was due to schoolyard myths and youthful inexperience. The gentleman was immediately remorseful and ashamed of himself. Because of that, I didn’t see any reason to pursue the issue at a formal level – even less so today.”

“Yes,” Detective Frank responded. “I had noticed a quick change in the school’s ‘stress level’ after you had intervened. That is the reason that I held back – I sensed that more good would come about if I held off. Apparently, I was right.”

“That is correct – as a result of that encounter, I have asked Sue to marry me, and I have a daughter. Both very good things!”

“That’s not what I meant! However, congratulations!”

“I know what you meant, Detective,” I said, grinning. “And, thank you for the congratulations, and for holding off.”

Detective Frank then asked Natasha about last night. As Natasha related the story, the detective was writing furiously in his notebook. When Natasha had finished, he had a look of astonishment on his face.

“I wish more parents would take this type of interest in their children’s lives. Barry, you not only recognized that a teenager needs life’s experiences, but coached her in how to remain safe!”

“It wasn’t all me, Detective. I had Sue – and Natasha’s trust and reasoning on our side.”

He nodded. “I’ll have this typed up and return for your signature, Natasha.”

“Detective,” I said, “Please call before coming – just to make sure that we are home and available.”

“Of course.” I gave him my cell number.

After he left, Sue went to prepare for work. We all left together, Sue in her car, to work; Natasha and me in my truck, headed to the hospital.

When we found Ginger’s room, I knocked lightly on the door, and then pushed it open.

“I had given the staff explicit instructions for no vis-“ started Ginger’s father, when he stopped after recognizing us.

“I’m sorry!” he exclaimed, coming toward us, ushering us into the room. As I went to Ginger’s bedside, her father took Natasha in his arms. “Thank you! Thank you for being there!”

She repeated what she had said to Jenny’s parents the night before: “I only did what any decent human would do.”

“The doctors tell me that Ginger could have died if she didn’t receive medical attention so quickly. Not only do I credit you for saving her from being raped, I credit you for her life!”

All Natasha could do is blush. “Please,” she said.

Natasha moved to her friend’s side – they both hugged each other; and tears flowed.

“I’ll never allow an unsupervised party again. I love and trust my daughter explicitly – but I didn’t figure on the ‘other guy’! What happened was not her fault – it was mine!”

“Don’t be so hard on yourself. You learned from the experience, and no major harm was done.

“Ginger,” I said, turning to her, “How are you doing?”

“I’m going to be OK. The doctors had to pump my stomach and put me on a dialysis machine to cleanse my blood. They want to keep me for another day, for observation.”

“But how are you doing emotionally?” I asked.

“Oh, I’ll admit to being shaken, but I have a loving and supportive family. I’ll be OK in no time,” she smiled.

“All right. If you or any member of your family need me, you know how to reach me.”

“Right.”

We said our good-byes and left. As we started toward Jenny’s house, I asked Natasha, “Well, what do you think?”

“I think that she will be all right. She does have a loving and supportive family.”

“Let’s not forget the support from her friends,” I said, looking at her pointedly.

“That one is a gimme,” she responded.

Chapter III, Part 2

After ringing the doorbell at Jenny’s, we were ushered inside. Natasha immediately went to Jenny to give her a hug. I hung back a few moments, giving the kids some time. I then went to Jenny and asked if she was OK.

“Much better, today,” she responded. “My parents were very supportive last night, even allowing me to sleep with them – in case I might have a nightmare, or something…

“I felt very safe.”

“That’s good. I sensed last night that your parents were good people, and are very concerned with your welfare.

“However, your father expressed that he possibly would not allow you to attend any additional parties. I would like to think that he was simply over-reacting. I think, with the proper instruction and training, that you could be just as responsible as Natasha was last night.

“Are you willing to work with me on this? I don’t want to prove your father wrong – I simply want to convince him that you can handle yourself in an emergency. I strongly believe that teenagers need to experience life’s experiences – if they are properly trained. That way, your training and learning experiences can be transferred to your own offspring when the time comes.”

Jenny thought for a moment, then asked her parents, “What do you think?”

They conferred together for a moment, then said, “We’re willing to give it a try. We think that it is doable.”

“Good,” I said. “Natasha, this is one reason I asked you to accompany me today. I want you to explain the tool that was used in this particular instance – your cell phone – and take Jenny and her parents through some of the exercises that we went through. Explain the phone rules and the party rules.

“I’m going to go home now – when you are done – I mean done to your satisfaction - if it is dark, please call – I will come and get you. If it is still light, you may walk home – it is not far – less than a ten-minute walk.”

Looking toward Jenny’s parents, I said, “We will both be here tomorrow afternoon for a much more serious talk.

“Natasha?”

“Yes, Dad – I fully understand.”

* * * * *

Chapter IV, Part 1

The next morning, Sunday, I awoke to find Natasha cooing quietly in my ear and Sue snuggled up to me, her head on my shoulder, and a smile on her face. I can’t think of a better way to wake!

I cuddled the two of them to me, waking them in the process. “Did we have a good time last night?”

We had made love with each other, quietly, no rush – just relaxing love.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmm,” both Sue and Natasha responded.

“OK!” as I gave each a smart smack on their rears. “Why don’t the two of you take a shower together and get dressed. I’ll make breakfast, and then clean up myself while you are at church with your mother.”

“Owwwww!” they said, as they got up and headed toward the shower, each with an arm wrapped around the other and rubbing a bright red spot on their gorgeous fannies. I chuckled.

I slipped on a pair of loose-fitting sweat shorts and a T, and then went to the kitchen to prepare. I intended to surprise them with pancakes made from scratch, and sausage patties.

They came back to the kitchen a bit earlier than I expected – each had on the base essentials – make-up and underclothes, but were covered with a robe.

“We could smell what you were making, we decided to not get completely dressed as we didn’t want to ruin our dresses!”

“OK. No problem,” I said, as the sausages were almost ready, and I had just put the pancakes on. I put the syrup bottle in a pot of boiling water to heat up. “Breaky will be ready in just a few minutes!”

Natasha poured juice for each of us.

We had a very enjoyable breakfast, enjoying both the food and each other’s company.

When we were done, I shooed the ladies off to complete their dressing while I cleaned the kitchen. The doorbell rang just as I completed my chores, and right on schedule. I let Monica (Sue’s mother) in, just as Sue and Natasha emerged from their rooms.

“Monica! It is good to see you again.”

“And you, too,” she said, as she gave me a kiss full on the lips.

“Monica, I have to apologize. I need to cut our usual Sunday activities down today,” I said, and then gave her a short version of what had occurred Friday night and yesterday.

She gasped, and held Natasha tight. “My poor baby!”

“I’m OK, Grandma. I was well prepared.”

“Thank goodness!”

“What I would like to do,” I began, “is to prepare a light lunch for us to enjoy. Afterwards, Natasha and I need to attend to business with Jenny and her family. May I suggest that you remain here with Sue and visit? I think that the time alone will benefit both of you.”

“Natasha needs to go with you?” she asked.

I smiled. “She has reached the point where I can’t teach her much more. I, myself, found that I learned more by counseling others than I could by studying textbooks. I think that Natasha has the reasoning skills down to learn by experience. Also, I have discovered that she wants to help, although I don’t believe that she has yet come to that conclusion herself.”

Natasha stared at me, thinking. I smiled at her, encouraging her reasoning skills.

“Dad! I do so want to help. But I never thought about ‘why’! Thank you, again, for pointing me in the right direction!”

Sue and her mother looked at each other. “I think that my mom and I will enjoy our afternoon together,” she said, winking at me.

I was chuckling to myself as they left for church.

I completed my 3 S’s, and dressed.

Then I started preparing lunch. I sliced some white and yellow cheeses and put one spreadable cheese out (garlic flavored). I then put different types crackers in separate baskets, sliced some sourdough bread, and prepared clam chowder (from cans). I didn’t forget to chill a bottle of white wine.

When the ladies returned from church, Monica took one look at the table. “This is a light lunch?” she asked.

Laughing, I said, “By ‘light,’ I meant easily prepared. As you can see, I cleaned myself up, and prepared this during the short time that you were gone. That’s ‘light!’”

“And, of course, you considered calorie counts in the preparation of this lunch?”

“Of course!” I responded. “No one keeps track of calories in this house! We’re way too active!”

That set all of us to laughing hysterically.

We sat and had a very enjoyable lunch. Once we had finished, Sue indicated that Natasha and I should go to Jenny’s, while they would clean the kitchen.

Chapter IV, Part 2

When we arrived at Jenny’s, and were ushered in, Natasha went directly to Jenny, where they conferred quietly with each other.

Jerry and Martha attempted to pull me aside, saying that they have made a final decision concerning Jenny attending future parties.

I stopped them by raising a hand. “First of all, there is no reason to discuss an issue without all parties involved in presence. Secondly, I did ask that you wait until today for the final decision.

“Without my knowing your decision, I ask that you again postpone your decision. I feel that although Jenny has been properly instructed in handling herself in a teenage party situation, that she would also benefit – probably even more so  – by being properly instructed in sexual education.

“If she – and the two of you work together with Natasha – she will be properly educated. Then, if she has an encounter with a prospective partner – whether at a party or individually – she will know to run and not walk if that partner should tell her something different than what she knows to be true.

“A woman can protect herself from pregnancy with birth control. Anyone – male or female – can protect himself or herself from STD’s with a condom – to some extent. However, knowledge is the ultimate protection.”

“Mom, Dad, I want Natasha to continue helping me,” Jenny interjected.

“Natasha, are you sexually active?” Martha asked.

“Yes.”

Martha raised an eyebrow toward me.

I smiled. “Yes, I am aware – as is her mother. However, Natasha has received intensive instruction in sexual matters. She is on birth control. She is knowledgeable. And, with her intelligence level, coupled with her keen reasoning abilities, both her mother and I are completely at ease with her decisions.

“She is not promiscuous, nor is she a whore. She is not going to go down with some hunk she spotted walking down the street.

“Instead, she will get to know her prospective partner, to trust him – or her (That comment raised six eyebrows!). When she feels comfortable that she will be treated with respect, affection, and when she knows that trust has been established, only then will she consent to make love. She does not engage in sex!”

Jerry and Martha looked at each other, mouths open. Jenny was looking at Natasha, eyes wide and with an astonished look on her face.

“Personally,” I added, “I don’t think you could possibly find anyone more suited to instruct Jenny. She – you – have available a peer person, one who has been there and done that.

“Do you think that Jenny would listen to and believe a clinical instructor in a school environment, or to Natasha?”

Natasha started the next morning with Jenny.

Epilog

Two weeks later, Natasha came to me and stated that Jenny was ready.

“OK,” I responded. “You have been with her?”

“Yes, and she with me. Also her mother.

“Tomorrow, she wants to give her cherry to her father.”

“OK.

“Natasha, I believe in you – I believe that you can complete this assignment on your own. Are you willing?”

“Yes!” she responded. “But why aren’t you going to be there?”

“I think that Martha would not be able to handle her feelings of guilt – that she won’t be able to get over the idea that she isn’t cheating on her husband.

“What I do is teach families to be more loving and respectful with each other – not tear them apart. And, as I mentioned earlier, I have complete faith in you – I know that you can do this!”

I went to her and gave her a hug of reassurance.

Natasha gave the following account when she returned home the following day:

“Jerry had gotten used to Jenny and myself being nude – and also Martha – whenever he came home. But, today was different.

“When he came into the house, he found it to be very quiet.

“’Martha? Jenny?’ he called.

“’We’re in here’, Martha responded. ‘In the bedroom.’

“He came into the bedroom and stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the three of us, all nude. I was cuddling Jenny, and Martha was cuddling the two of us.

“I got up and went to him, taking his hand and leading him toward the bed. ‘Today is Jenny’s graduation day,’ I told him.

“Both Martha and Jenny got up and started to undress him. ‘But, but’, he sputtered.

“’Daddy, I want to give you my cherry. I can’t think of another person that would treat me as gently as you would.’ He succumbed to the manipulations of both his daughter and his wife.

“While Martha held him, Jenny straddled his face and offered her pussy. He wrapped his arms around her, then grabbed her ass-cheeks, and immediately gave her a tonguing that she would never forget, but the promise was there for more. She came violently in his mouth.

“He held her, allowing her to calm down. Then, with a smile, she told him, ‘It’s my turn!’

“She started by giving him a passionate kiss – tongue wrestling – then kissing and licking his ears. She worked her way down, spending time with his breasts, ensuring that his nipples were well aware of her presence.

“She worked her way down a bit lower, stopping at his navel. At the same time, she wrapped her hand around his tool and started lightly stroking. He responded with small thrusts, with each getting even more heated.

“She looked up, smiled at him, then said, as she rose up toward his face, rubbing his cock along her slit, ‘Not yet, Daddy dear – calm yourself!’

“Apparently, she had complete control, as he did as requested. After kissing him, she slid back down – again rubbing his cock along her slit. This time, she popped it into her mouth, and started bobbing up and down.

“Well, he came within moments – apparently ejaculating as he had never done before – a small amount escaped Jenny’s lips, which I eagerly licked from her face.

“She allowed him to recuperate a bit, while lightly stroking his tool, keeping it hard. She then turned to him, and asked, ‘Are you ready to make me a woman?”

“’Yes!’ was all he could say.

“I nodded to Martha to help her daughter lubricate his cock and to guide it in the correct opening.

“As Jenny had been instructed, she went down, impaling herself, then allowed it to reach the point of resistance. She then rose up, and came back down to the same point several times – gasping as the new sensations sent shock waves to her brain.

“She then looked at me, and I nodded. She went up, and then came down with all of her force, burying her father’s cock in her pussy to the hilt.

“’Eeeooowww!’ she screamed, collapsing onto her father’s shoulder. He held her tight, along with her mother, allowing her to get used to the new sensations.

“After a few moments, she began moving, a look of awe on her face. Tears were rolling down her face. ‘I can’t believe how wonderful this feels!’ she exclaimed.

“She started moving faster and faster, around and around. Martha and I fell into a sixty-nine position, very hot. We all came at about the same time.

“I was surprised to find Jenny cleaning her mother’s face and pussy, and even more surprised to find Jerry cleaning my face and pussy!

“The four of us cuddled, very satisfied. ‘Natasha, does this mean that you won’t be coming by anymore?’ Jerry asked.

“’No. I will come by for visits – Jenny is a friend. Of course, both my dad and I are always available if you need assistance. Jenny has been instructed on how to continue her education on her own.’

”’I think that you both can trust her to make the right decisions.’”

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This is the first sequel to The Re-Education of Natasha. 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