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                    Mary and Susan
                    Chapter Three
                    By Ron


     The next day was one of the best days I'd had in a very long time. Nothing at work could
bother me. I could concentrate on problems that I couldn't begin to tackle before. And I never
stopped smiling. Susan had done this for me as only she could. Remembrances of our night's
passion came to me in little snippets during the day, each small memory bringing another smile to
my face and a special energy to my mind's work. It was wonderful!
     One small problem cropped up late in the morning. Sitting in front of my production
spreadsheet for three hours straight I found my ass getting rather sensitive. Frankly, my ass was
sore! If I looked, I'd probably find it still red from the night's fun. When the itch got to the point
of distraction I just got up and walked around the office for a few minutes. Then I could sit
comfortably for another hour. I wonder if anyone noticed how often I was on walkabout in the
afternoon. 
     What the hell, I'd gotten three days of work done in one. If it took soreness to get this
level of work out of myself, so be it.
     On the ride home sitting on the sheepskin seatcover relieved the lingering sting on my
cheeks. I had to wiggle a lot to keep the itch under control as I drove the last few miles to
Susan's house.
     As soon as I got in the door I went right to the bathroom, stripped off my clothes, and got
in the shower. After a soap-up and rinse I turned the water to cold and bent over, letting the
cooling spray relieve the burn. It finally got under control and I turned the water off, toweling
with nice brisk rubs until I tried it on my ass. Ouch! Damn, Susan must have really lit me up good.
I turned around in front of the mirror to see implanted finger welts from the thrashing I'd gotten
last night. Shit! We really lost control of ourselves! Then a terrible thought. Oh oh. What was
Susan's butt like? If mine was still sore, hers must be a raging fire by now. I started to laugh at
the thought of her driving home wiggling about in discomfort, trying to find a comfortable
position that I didn't think she'd be able to find. Oh this was rich! Here I was, still sore and
welted even after a cold shower, and she was still at work. And the drive home  . . .  Outright
laughter welled up and spilled uncontrollably from my mouth. It was rich.
     When I got to the bedroom, I had to find something soft to keep the friction down to a
minimum. Sweat pants were the only clothing that wouldn't rub me raw so on they went.
     Mary was home from band practice when I made it to the kitchen to start dinner. Since
Susan wasn't due home for another hour, I had KP this afternoon. I didn't see Mary for a little bit
as she was changing clothes from her school dress to the usual shorts and T shirt she wore in the
warm Spring afternoons.
     I got the basics set out and in the oven. Mary came in and I heard the 'fridge door open
and close. She touched my shoulder with the cold can as I was getting a salad bowl down from
the cupboard. I turned around and saw she was dressed in a short T shirt that barely covered her
obviously bare and aroused nipples and spandex shorts that not only hugged her hips, but clearly
displayed her other attributes quite plainly. Her labial lips protruded through the thin stretch fabric
making sleek vertical bumps on the inside of her vee-shaped pelvis that moved with each step of
her legs. The slit was obvious between them begging for attention. My attention. I gasped air at
the shock of seeing her dressed in a manner clearly meant to provoke me and my libido. I had
trouble seeing the little girl that stood in front of me, seeing only a lusciously ripe young woman
exhibiting her desire for my eyes.
     "Uhhhh, you look beautiful! I mean you're a beautiful young woman anytime and always
look lovely and comfortable in whatever you wear, but uh . . . " My voice absolutely failed me at
the radiant sight. I stood there stunned with my mouth hanging open, my eyes drinking in the
wanton beauty in front of me. Holy damn! I felt my body's natural reaction and looked down to
discover that sweat pants did absolutely nothing to disguise or drape over anything that might
come up. I looked up, tried to say something, but nothing came out.
     Mary grinned at my discomfort and, seeing my reaction, put one leg in front of the other,
put her hands on her hips and pushed them out at me. Now I've had an erection or two in my life,
to say the least, but I'd never sprung to attention that hard that fast. Damn but she knew she was
a woman and how to let that fact hit me right between the eyes! Holy shit! What would she do
next?
     She deliberately lowered her eyes to my crotch and stared at the trouser tent I was
displaying. Her eyes slowly returned to mine so she could flash a shit-eating grin at me. She
snickered a moment then said, "I see you like how I look. What do you think? Am I a stunning
piece of work or what?" She put a wiggle on her hips just to emphasize the obvious point.
     When my mouth could move again I scolded her gently, "You really shouldn't dress like
that, Mary. Damn! You could cause a battleship crew to mutiny over that look." I had to get
myself under control fast or live (or perhaps not) with the consequences. I continued, "You are as
ravishing a girl as I've ever seen. What I want isn't something I can want right now. Much as I
may wish otherwise. Can I talk to you seriously for a moment?"
     "Of course. You can talk to me seriously anytime." Her voice gave out that husky, horny
tone a girl her age shouldn't be able to produce.
     "Mary, I like what I see here. You are a most desirable young lady. More desirable than
you know. Well, I guess you've already seen my body's reaction so that can't be a surprise to
hear. But as for the invitation, I assume this is an invitation," she nodded her head demurely,
"well, please understand me here; you are definitely a desirable young woman. But following
through with the invitation, to put it delicately, is something I must restrain myself from accepting
right now. Not from any lack of beauty on your part or lack of desire on mine, you can still see
that, but because if I touch any part of you at this moment, I'd be out of control in seconds. I
want my relationship with your mother and with you to work out. And if it does, it'll work out for
you too." Her eyes lit up at this. "There may come a time we could have some sex play again, but
now is a delicate time for all of us here. Some of the things going on I cannot discuss with you yet
because they are private matters between Susan and myself. We talked about 'private things' last
week. Please accept that being here and becoming a part of this family is the most important thing
I have right now. It's also important for your mother. We have to take responsibility for each
other from now on. I will not do anything that could hurt you or your mother."
     Mary gave a little pouty look as the words started to sink in and stared at her feet saying
in a near whisper, "I didn't mean to get you mad at me. I just wanted to get you on the couch
again and have the same good time I had last time."
     I reached out and put my hand under her chin to raise her eyes to mine. "Sweetie, I'm not
mad at you at all." With the gentlest of voice and manner I said, "Mary, it's a wonderful thing to
ask of me and I would really enjoy touching you again in the ways you like. The mere thought of
seeing your lovely body in a sexy way enjoying my touches and feels gets me very aroused. You
know what aroused means?" Hell, how could she not? Her face tried to smile through the
rejection and she nodded her head a couple times. "Well it does. My desire for you is almost a
painful thing it's so intense! That means you are a very enticing young woman to my eyes, and
seeing you aroused is a most wonderful sight for me. Believe me. It is. But, well, you knew that
'but' was coming, huh?" She nodded again. "Well, having sex with you is something I just can't
do right now. I probably shouldn't have at all. It could cause long term problems in how you and
I look at each other and, if it interfered with how your mother and I get along, I'd be out of this
house in a second. She really loves you and is devoted to you like you wouldn't believe. I come
way down on her list compared to you. The most important thing in her world is your safety and
growth as a woman and a lady."
     Mary got a pleading look as she contemplated her response, stopped to think it through,
then said to me, "I really want to have you do it to me like last time. But if I do, I hurt you and
Mom. And then I hurt the way you look at me forever. Is that it?"
     A bright child, no doubt about it. "That's almost it. All except the part about forever. I
will never look at you as anything but the most beautiful and loving young lady you are. That will
never change. But you are right about the bad parts that could happen. There may come a time
when we can continue in your 'lessons', but for now we shouldn't, no matter how much both of
may want to. I'm sorry if it causes you discomfort, but that is the way it has to be for now."
     She seemed to shrink in posture as she responded, "Ah shit. I don't want to admit it, but I
know what you're saying is right. Could you just hug me for a minute?" She moved toward me
and threw her arms around me and sunk her face into my chest and started sobbing softly.
     My heart nearly broke at the love she had for me and the sadness she felt. After a few
minutes she looked back up at me with reddened eyes, and said, "I love you. I hope you can stay
forever with Mom and me. I really do. Do you love me?"
     Her question was all I could take. I sat down and pulled her into my lap bringing her face
to mine and gave her a kiss on the lips. It lasted quite a bit longer than I wanted it to, but I really
got into it after the initial caress. I started to get another woody so I had to, reluctantly, break off
the kiss. "Mary, you are a lovely young woman and I love and respect you as the person you are.
I want to thank you for understanding where I'm coming from. You're a very mature person.
Now, don't you think you should head upstairs and change clothes? Then, if you want to, come
on back and help me make dinner. Let's make it a special one for Susan, ok?" She nodded and
smiled. "Ok then, up you go and I'll see you in a few minutes. Oh yeah, nice threads, girl." I
winked at her to put a twist of humor at the end of a tough talk.
     That dinner was a very special one for us all. Mary went up to bed, after giving me a
knowing wink. Susan and I started to get heavy on the couch. A half hour of foreplay had the heat
was up on high. We headed to our room (I'm saying 'our room' now!) to really tie on a ripper of
a screw. I was so horny from Mary's show, I nearly tore the sheets under us. 
     Afterwards in the low fire of a really good post-sex glow we talked. I was so relaxed in
her arms, I forgot my usual caution and opened up about some things I didn't want to delve in to.
I don't know how I got so foolish but a hard passionate lay does that to me. Before I knew it, I
was talking about my deepest desires and fantasies.
     Susan asked me about my first time and I casually replied, "Ah yes, my first time. I didn't
really understand what the woman next door saw in me but after I had mowed and raked her lawn
for her as I always did in the Summer she invited me into her house. She gave me a Coke to drink
and sat down next to me on the couch to thank me for all the hard work I was doing for her and
how good her yard looked after I spent so much time on it. I was only thirteen at the time and she
was the ancient age of thirty or so. She put her arm around me and gave me a nice hug then
planted a kiss on my lips and held it for about a minute. I didn't know what to think of it at first
but I knew it was something I liked. She was warm and sweet tasting in that kiss. She asked me
about my girlfriends and I told her I didn't have a real girlfriend but really liked Karen, the girl
that lived two doors down from me. She asked me if I had ever kissed Karen as good as she had
kissed me just then. I remember shaking my head no and blushing hot and red. Funny how I can
remember that part. Anyway, she asked if she could teach me to kiss. I agreed of course. What
boy wouldn't? When her hand started to rub my chest, I had the reaction one would imagine,
much to my embarrassment. There wasn't much I could do about it so I just hoped she wouldn't
say anything about it. She stopped kissing me and asked if I had any unusual reaction to her kiss
and I just turned scarlet from head to toe and started giggling. She said it was a normal thing and
not to be embarrassed about it and how she was proud of the reaction to her. Said it was
preparation for other things to come.
     "She looked down at my cutoffs and simply reached down and ran her hand up and down
my hardon for a few moments. I must have been squirming pretty good 'cause I remember her
asking if I was uncomfortable with it. I just shook my head. She told me it was kinda cute to see
me get that reaction to her. When she asked if I wanted to get more comfortable I didn't know
what she meant but anything sounded good at that point so we got up and the next thing I knew I
was in her bedroom. She pulled my shirt off and rubbed my chest as she kissed me again. My
thirteen-year-old brain told me what I was doing here and it wasn't right but my brain wasn't in
charge at the moment so I stayed.
      "The kissing got hotter and she started feeling my butt. I began to really like it. When she
put her hand on the snap of my cutoffs and twisted a finger to the inside I was all in favor of it. I
let het strip my clothes off and stood there with my woody poking straight out. She asked me if I
wanted to take her clothes off for her and who was I to disagree? I did it fumbling at every step
'cause my fingers seemed to have lost coordination and I was shaking so hard I couldn't control
what I was doing anyway. But we managed. Next she had me lie on the bed with my legs dangling
over the edge so she could stroke me off. She told me I would shoot really fast the first time so
just relax and enjoy what she was going to do for me. She was right and I came all over myself.
She just smiled sweetly, stood up and got a towel from her dresser to clean me up. 
     "She asked me if I liked it and I nodded my head, not being able to speak very well at this
point. She got up on the bed and asked me if I wanted to touch her all over. Guess what? I did. It
was terribly exciting for me at that age. After a few minutes of telling me what to do for her she
asked me if I wanted to do everything. Guess what? I did. She told me to kneel between her knees
and lean forward until I could put my hands on the bed beside her. She reached down and took
my  penis between her fingers and placed it at her vaginal entrance and told me to gently push it
in. I can tell you I was in Heaven. She put her hands on my but and pushed me into her all the
way. I looked down and saw myself imbedded in her. It was a magnificent sight. I looked at her
smiling face and just sort of froze. I didn't know what to do. She put her thumbs under my hip
bones and pushed me up then pulled on me with her fingers and I slipped into her again. She kept
my movement going by guiding me with her hands until I get into a rhythm, then she just put her
hands on my butt and pushed once in a while to set up the pace she wanted. It was great having
an experienced woman for my first time. She showed me how to do it to her. Anyway after
several minutes she started to moan at my rapid thrusting and was pushing back up under me in
time with my pumping. Then she groaned loud and grabbed my butt and pulled me into her harder
and ground me into her. I didn't really understand what a woman's climax was like so I didn't
really know what had just happened. She smiled at me and told me I could screw her and make
myself feel good. Guess what? I did. It started to feel really good, just like when I wanked off so I
sort of knew what was happening to me. I really humped hard for a few moments and came pretty
hard. After that I just fell on top of her breasts. Rather a nice place for my face to land really. She
told me I did it just right for her and how much she liked watching me get off for myself. I was
pretty pleased with myself just then. As soon as I was able she had me do it again. And again.
     "She did it with me a couple times every month that Summer and Fall. I was in heaven.
But one thing leads to another and the last time I was with her she told me she was moving to the
West Coast and would be leaving the next week. I was devastated all Winter. But in the fullness
of time I recovered with a new knowledge of the ways of men and women. It was an amazing
experience for a kid to have, to learn about sex in a controlled and gentle way. She taught me
about some of the things that feel good to me to this day. I wish everyone could learn about sex
from such a kind person." I was a little teary from the beauty of the memory by this time.
     Susan kissed my eyelids ever so gently. I was in the arms of an absolute angel.
     She then asked me what I thought of it today, as an adult. "Well, I still look back on it
with the fondest of memories. It was a special thing for me. She was a patient and kind soul when
she took me into her bed to show me what I could do to feel good. I gained a confidence in
myself that I think influenced me to become a successful person. I saw the foolishness of my
friends trying to get into someone's, anyone's, pants as a waste of time and energy. And as soon
as they got what they thought they wanted, they were off trying to get into someone else's pants
without thinking of what they were doing. They made fools of themselves over their perceived
sexuality. I don't know if I have made a fool out of myself in the same pursuit but I always paid
attention to my lovers' needs and pleasures. Whether what she did was righteous or correct or if
she should have been locked up, I can't say. In the light of today's knowledge I have to say what
I experienced changed me for the rest of my life and made love easy for me. It made me look at
sex as a kind and loving act, not a conquest to use to bolster my ego with brags and snickers,
dissing women as, if you'll pardon the words, sluts and whores, and in the long run, made me into
a man. Does that make sense to you?"
     With the kind smile she always gave me in our most intimate emotional moments, she said,
"You know, I can see how it had a profound effect on your self perception. My introduction to
sex was like the latter part of your story, sordid and crude. I wish I could have had a kind and
gentle person like you did to introduce me to the pleasures of sex and sexual expression. But I
learned like most people, with a lot of pain and guilt that persisted into my marriage. I suppose
that's how everyone learns but it is a hard lesson and a painful one.
     "Mary is looking at her sexuality coming on her soon. It pains me to think of her having
the same rough time I has when I got a little older than she is now. I don't know how far things
have gone for her yet or if she's even found her own body's pleasures on her own. I worry that
she'll have all the sadness and pain I did later on in life. Now, she is the most important thing in
the world to me and I will do anything to keep her happy and healthy in spirit and body, but I
don't really know how to handle the sexual aspect of her growing up."
     She stopped and looked at me and got a serious look for a moment and said, "I'm sorry, I
didn't mean to say all that but it's on my mind a lot these days. She is a beautiful and very
attractive girl and with all the boys out there I guess I just worry about her having problems. I
know you don't have any answers for me but I'm glad you're here to listen to me anyway."
     I was at a loss of words. Here she was describing her little girl as someone who hadn't
grown up yet and at the same time worrying needlessly about her finding out about her body in an
uncontrollable manner. I wanted to ease her mind so badly I put my fears behind me for the
moment. "Susan, I don't think you have as much to worry about as you think. She's a precocious
girl and she may know more than you think she does. The education these days is quite good, you
know."
     "I know that," she said. "It's not the school. I want her to learn about life from someone
that can be trusted and loves her as dearly as I do." She sat back and was quiet. I let the silence
soothe her for the moment.
     She looked into my eyes intensely and said "I want you to listen carefully. What I have to
ask is something that may upset you or cause you to get upset. I love Mary and I want the best
for her. I want to ask you something that you may freely turn down and I'll never say another
thing about it. I mean, I will never bring it up again unless you ask me to."
     I started to get a knot of fear in my stomach. Truth or consequences time. The Question
all bachelors fear. Get serious or get out. Just when it was getting good, too.
     "It's about Mary. I want her to learn about sex and love from someone I can trust to show
her properly and not to hurt her. I want you to teach Mary about sex."
     My mouth just dropped onto my chest and hung there providing comic relief for eyes that
bugged out of their sockets, a mouth that couldn't move, lungs that were in failure mode, limbs
paralysed.
     "I'm very serious about this," she said. "Mary deserves the best and I trust you with
everything in the world I hold dear. If you think this is not for you or you can't do something like
this for whatever reason, I understand and I 'll never say anything about it again. It will not affect
our relationship. At least any more than it has in the last minute anyway. Hey, can you say
something or do you need time to recover?"
     I wonder what a camera would have recorded at that moment? Whatever expression I had,
I'm sure it could never be reproduced. How could I answer her truthfully and survive the night? I
had to sleep sometime, you know. The only way to proceed was to go for the gusto. It couldn't
get any stranger than it was already.
     I screwed up my guts and just got it over with saying, "Uh, I don't know how to say
anything now that will allow me to get out of the room in one piece so I'll just say what I have to
say. I said earlier that I didn't think you had anything to worry about in Mary's growing up and I
meant it more than just as a sophoric to ease your mind. Mary asked me about sex last week. It
seems she overheard us in our passion and wanted to know what it was like. I told her it was
something for you to tell her and if I did I would be in big trouble in more ways than one. Anyway
she said she knew all that and wanted me to tell her anyway."
     Susan got a look of alarm in her eyes for a moment then said, "Go on. Tell me the rest."
     "Ok. Well, I wanted to tell her everything about how to make her body feel good. She
insisted, actually. So I told her how to touch herself in ways that would feel good to her." I had to
get the rest out before I lost my nerve. "I showed her how to masturbate. We lay on the couch, I
rubbed her breasts into arousal and, when she was ready, I stroked her vagina and clitoris until she
had a gut wrenching orgasm. I can tell you it was powerful! I didn't do anything more to her at
all. She's still a virgin. That was last Wednesday when you had to work late.
     "This afternoon she came into the kitchen dressed in clothes that were intended to hide as
little from my gaze as she could and still claim to be wearing clothes. I sat her down and told her I
couldn't do it for her again because it wasn't the right thing to do and would cause harm to her,
to you, and any family life we might ever have. I told her I shouldn't have done it the first time
either. She was hurt but accepted it. 
     "Everything I just told you is the truth. No hiding, no secrets. It has always been a secret
desire of mine to have young girls. It is something I have never done before. No, that's not the
whole truth. I had a few young prostitutes last year. Don't worry, I always used condoms. It was
fun but empty and I stopped doing it. I never intended to do anything with Mary. I thought I had
myself under control and I'd stopped that kind of sick, no, not sick, but prurient, interest. Now I
hear you make a request of me that I would not have imagined hearing. But if after all this you
can forgive me and trust me again, I will teach Mary about sexual pleasure. It would be a loving
thing among the three of us." My brain failed to come up with any more words after getting my
guilty secret out. I said, "I can't think of any more to say. I've laid myself out bare before you
without pretension or withholding anything from you. I have no more words. I'm at your mercy."
     Susan just stared blankly at me. Not shock or, my worst fear, horror, she just stared. I
waited for whatever was going to happen. 
     Finally she talked to me. "Uh, I guess I can't accuse you of molesting my daughter until I
can hear her side of things. It sounded voluntary if what you've told me is the whole truth. And I
can't shit on you for doing what I just asked you to do anyway. However, you did do it behind
my back and I'm pretty pissed about that. I'll feel better tomorrow but I can feel it inside right
now, the anger. I gotta think about you and what you've just told me. Are you ready to talk about
this with Mary in the morning?" I nodded. "It's Saturday and we'll have all day to get it all out in
the open. Do you agree to talk to her tomorrow? I'll do the asking to ensure I get the truth."
     Fear is a tremendous thing. Gets a person to levels of life unknown and unsought. Where
it had taken me on this night, I wasn't sure. We talked a bit more but there wasn't much else to
say. We drifted off into a fitful sleep.
     

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