Force-ful by Dorsai

Copyright (c) 2003 - Dorsai


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This is a sequel to a previous story of mine, The Force. Reading that
story is not 'required', but certainly helpful.

When I was 13, I got hung up on Star Wars. Not the movie, per se, but
some of the stuff that happened in it. Stuff like old Obi-Wan's mind
tricks on the Imperial troopers, and those too-cool light sabers.

I got so stuck on that stuff, in fact, that I'd ultimately wound up
learning how that mind-control gig worked, through a lengthy process
that involved self-hypnosis, meditation, biofeedback, electronics, and a
lot of other stuff. And by 'learning how', I mean that I'd actually been
able to influence people to do things the way I wanted. The results of
that had been that I'd been the one to deflower not only my younger
sister's best friend Diane, but even my sister Holly. I suppose I could
have gone on some kind of mind-control rampage or something, but I
really didn't want to draw attention to myself. The only exception I'd
made - and then only under extreme provocation - was when a guy that my
sister had gone out with had all but raped her; she escaped only by
giving him a shot in the balls that distracted him long enough for her
to escape. HIS payback had come when I took over his mind, and implanted
the memories of a couple of other girls he'd done even worse to.

Along the way, I'd also tried to figure out those light sabers - which
got me into electronics and physics. It was the electronics and physics
that really 'clicked' for me, and by the time I got out of high school,
I was doing well enough in physics that I'd gotten a scholarship to
state college.

It was the start of my sophomore year, and I was standing in line for
class registration - bored out of my mind, of course - when I realized
that there was an incredibly beautiful head of hair directly in front of
me. Black as the darkest night, it was straight, gleaming, and
luxurious. Once I pulled my eyes out of its silky depths, I saw that the
girl it belonged to was several inches shorter than me - the top of her
head was about chin-level on me - slender, and gently curved.

As I was looking her over - she was certainly an improvement over the
pimply freshman behind me - I watched as one of her class registration
cards fell from her hand.

Ever the gentleman (okay, I wanted a chance to talk to her), I picked it
up and tapped her on the shoulder, saying "I think you dropped this..."

When she turned to look at me, I was surprised and delighted to discover
that she was the most beautiful Asian girl I'd ever seen. Her skin was
smooth and flawless, her lips full but not overly so, a cute button of a
nose, and dark eyes that I wanted to fall into.

Her smile, though hesitant, lit up her whole face when she saw that the
card I held in my hand was indeed hers. Her voice was musical, with a
trace of an accent that I couldn't place, when she told me "Thank you. I
didn't realize". She looked at the card a little closer to see what
class it was for - Chemistry 201, the same one I was after - then said
"Yes, I would have missed this very much", then offered me another
tentative smile.

I smiled back, and answered "No problem. It's what I'd want somebody
else to do, if it happened to me."

With that, she seemed to lose her nerve, and turned around again.

I still had a girlfriend at home, and I loved her very much - but my
girlfriend had also told me that she knew I'd meet other girls at
school, and was okay with it as long as it didn't get out of hand. I
decided that the girl in line in front of me was one that I wanted to
meet.

Using the ability I'd learned, I 'scanned' her, to learn who she was. I
was surprised to find that I had trouble understanding her thoughts. I
gently prodded her, and got the answer: she was Susan Nguyen, a
Vietnamese refugee. She'd been a child when her parents had fled after
the fall of that country, and the whole family had first settled in
California; then after her parents got settled in, they'd moved to our
state that same year. She was a sophomore, like me, but she was majoring
in engineering. I also learned that her father was very strict, and
would object if she let herself get distracted from her studies -
particularly if that distraction was a guy.

I scanned her a little more carefully, and found which particular
chemistry class it was she was planning to take. I checked my own
schedule, and decided that it would fit reasonably well into my plans,
too, and made the necessary changes.

Neither of us had any trouble getting the classes we wanted, and both of
us were soon done with registration.

It was another week and a half before we had our shared Chemistry class.
I made sure to get there a little early, and found myself a seat
generally in the middle - but where I could see people as they came in.

Several minutes later, I saw as Susan came in. I feigned not noticing
her, but made sure that she vaguely recognized me when she saw me:
knowing how concerned she was about what her father might think, I
figured my best bet was to establish myself as a friendly, but benign,
entity in her life. She sat several seats, and a few rows, away from me.

The next class, I got there early again and did the same thing - only
that time, I let her see me seeing her, and gave her a little smile and
wave. It was low-key and unthreatening (to her mind), and she hesitantly
smiled and waved back. I gently planted the thought in her mind I was
someone she 'knew', and had her sit just a few seats away from me. After
the class, I arranged it so that we would casually meet, and said "If
we'd known both of us were going to take the same class, one of us could
have save the other some time standing in line!", with a smile.

She laughed, and said "Yes, we could. Standing in all those lines was
really boring."

I carefully probed her mind, and found that she was both relieved to
have a friendly face in one of her classes, and a trifle nervous that I
was going to try to start some kind of relationship with her. Not
wanting to frighten her, I just laughed with her, and said that I'd see
her next time before heading off to do some studying. As I walked away,
I scanned her again, and found that she was glad that I hadn't tried to
make more of the situation than she was comfortable with, and vaguely
disappointed by it, too.

The next time we saw each other, she didn't hesitate to take a seat next
to me. Both of us paid close attention to the instructor, but still had
to exchange a few comments and questions along the way. Toward the end
of the class, we were told that we would be broken up into groups for
the lab portions of the class. One of the teaching assistants came in
with a list, and I quickly probed him to find out if Susan and I were to
be in the same lab. We weren't, but that was easily taken care of. At
the end of class we all filed by the podium and were handed our lab
assignments. Susan stayed with me, and I pretended surprise - but didn't
have to fake the pleasure - when we 'discovered' that we both had the
same assignment.

We chatted a little about the class, then went our separate ways - a
scan of Susan revealing that I was well on my way toward being
completely accepted as a harmless presence.

When we reported for our first lab period, Susan and I stood next to
each other as we waited to find out who we would be partnered with.
Again, I reached into the mind of the TA (Teaching Assistant) to ensure
that Susan and I were paired up. When it happened, she looked at me
doubtfully, and asked "Did you say something to him so he would partner
me with you?"

"Never met him before in my life. If you look around, you'll see that
the lab partners are people that were standing next to each other - just
like we were."

She did look around, and saw that I was right. She couldn't know, of
course, that that was just what I'd 'guided' the TA to do.

Satisfied that it was just the Universe working in Strange Ways - and
not me being tricky - Susan relaxed, and we started doing the
experiments in our workbooks.

For once, Fate smiled down on me: it turned out that Susan was as
meticulous and careful in chemistry labs as I was, so we got the proper
results with little difficulty. It also happened that our respective
weaknesses in chemistry were balanced out by the other's strengths -
what I wasn't sure about, she was, and vice-versa. We finished the
experimental portion of the class quickly enough, and were among the
first few teams to leave. Outside, I asked her if she wanted to go to a
local diner and have some supper while we did the analysis of the lab.
She hesitated, and after I quickly scanned her to find out why, told her
"We work pretty good together in the lab, so I figure we can help each
other with the analysis. I'm a little hungry and thirsty, and the diner
doesn't mind people studying there as long as they buy something every
now and then. I'll pay, or we can have separate checks; it's up to you."

She still wasn't completely sure, so I gently reached into her mind and
brought up the justifications she needed; a few moments later she
agreed.

Inside the diner, we were soon shown a booth, and after looking over the
menu, I ordered a grilled cheese sandwich and iced tea; Susan decided
that tea was enough for her.

As we waited for the food, we took the opportunity to tell each other
about ourselves, and compare notes on the few instructors we had in
common.

When my sandwich came, I saw that Susan was curious about it, so I
offered her some of it. It took a little convincing, but she finally
agreed to take half of one of the halves it had been cut into. By the
time she finished it, I could see that she liked it. After she'd taken a
sip of her tea to finish washing it down, she admitted that she'd never
had it before, but decided it was pretty good. By the time I finished
the rest of my sandwich, we were ready to start going over our notes for
chemistry. We sat there in the diner for another hour, cross-checking
each other on the class, and generally getting to know each other. By
the time we were ready to leave, Susan was visibly more comfortable with
having me around. I paid the check over her mild protests, and we left
to go back 'home' - her to the dorms, me to the house I shared with two
other students.

After our non-date to the diner, it didn't take long before Susan and I
were regular study partners for chemistry. At her request, we tried
meeting in the library, but it didn't take her long to realize that the
diner was a far superior study environment. I always behaved myself,
never trying to get any closer to her - physically or emotionally - than
she was comfortable with. My ability to scan her mind to see what the
limits were helped considerably. Along the way, I learned more and more
about Susan, and a little about the Viet culture and what her life had
been like both before and after her family had left Viet Nam. In return,
she learned about me and my family, and my girlfriend Diane.

Mid-term exams came and went, and Susan and I both did better than we'd
expected - or even hoped. It was a few weeks before Thanksgiving, and we
were both in the diner studying when our concentration was broken by a
loud voice.

"So, this is where you are! What are you doing here, and why are you not
studying?! And who is this boy with you?!"

Both of us turned to look at who was shouting. I saw an older Asian man,
and from the way Susan reacted when she saw him, I figured that it must
be her father.

"Well? Speak to me! Tell me what you are doing here!"

"I am studying, Father."

"Studying? You call this studying? How can you study in a place that
serves food?"

"It is a very nice place to study, Father - it is very quiet when there
is no one shouting."

That gave him reason to pause for a few moments, and he went on at a
quieter level "Why do you study here? Why are you not in the fine
library this school has? And who is this boy?"

"Father, I study here because it is a better place for that. Yes, the
library is very nice, but not for studying. And this boy is Michael; he
is in my chemistry class."

He turned to give me a look that plainly said he suspected I was guilty
of all manner of crimes and criminal intentions, but simply hadn't been
caught yet. I quickly scanned him, and discovered that he was
essentially a bully, used to getting his own way with people by
frightening them with his personality - and only respecting those that
he couldn't intimidate.

"So why do you study with him, and not someone else?"

"Because he is my partner in our laboratory experiments. Both of us work
and take notes on the same experiments, so we are able to study our
results easier. I explain things that he doesn't understand, just as he
does for me. We work very well together."

"Yes, I think he would like to work very well with you!"

It took her a second, then Susan got the implication her father had just
made. She looked horrified, and told him "Father! It is not like that -
at ALL! We only study together, here!"

He turned to look at me again, and I simply nodded to confirm what she'd
just said. He didn't look like he believed me, but wasn't ready to come
out and call me a liar. Susan was a different matter, though.

"How do I know this is true?" he demanded of her.

"I can show you my papers", Susan told him. She rummaged around in the
knapsack she carried, and pulled out a handful of papers; it took me
only a glance to recognize them as the quizzes and exams we'd had. She
set them down on the table and told him "See here? These are the scores
I got in the beginning of the class, before Michael and I started to
study together. And here are the results I got with his help", as she
slowly shuffled through the stack.

"How do I know that this is because of him?"

"Because I have already told you so. Father, there are things about
chemistry that I don't understand - but when I study with Michael, he is
able to explain them to me in a way that is different than our teachers
do, and I understand it better. I have never deceived you, Father, and I
tell you that these scores are because I have been able to study with
him."

He looked at me again, and I finally spoke up, telling him "And I know
that MY grades have improved because of Susan - there is some of this
that I don't understand, and she helps me as much as I help her. Both of
us are doing better in chemistry than either one of us would do alone."

That pretty much took the air out of his sails, but he still wasn't
ready to give up, saying "But you should still be studying someplace
other than this... place."

I got an idea, and quickly planted a couple of thoughts in Susan's mind:
that maybe it was time to stand up to him, and show him that he was
wrong. She resisted a bit, but I was able to find a couple of ways to
motivate her, so it wasn't but a few seconds before she spoke up again.

"Father, you are not the one going to school here, I am. And I am the
one that has to decide what places are best to study in. Did you go to
the dormitory that I live in?"

He answered that he did, and she asked "Did that seem like a good place
to study to you? With all the noise and activity there?"

He grudgingly admitted that it didn't, and she went on "That was the
decision I made, too, Father. Now, would you come with us to the library
so that I can show you something?"

Though unhappy, he said that he would, and waited while Susan and I got
our things together. He was surprised when Susan picked up the check for
the coffee we'd been drinking, and paid the bill. Outside, he demanded
"So, he makes you pay for his help?"

"No, Father. I paid this time because it was my turn. Last time, he paid
- for exactly the same things we had tonight. If we eat, each of us pays
for our own food."

As we made our way toward the library, Susan and her father got into a
conversation in what could only have been Vietnamese - the only parts I
understood were the occasional English words that got tossed in. By the
time we got to the library steps, their talk had ended, and we were
walking in silence. After we got inside, Susan showed her father around
the library while I quietly kept the two of them company. She finally
led us back to the front door, where she softly told her father "Now,
Father, you have seen the library that you want me to study in. You have
seen that the lighting in most places is poor for studying, and the only
places where the lighting is good are crowded. In the diner, the
lighting is good at ALL the tables and booths. You have seen that the
library restrooms are located all on one floor, so that it is
inconvenient to use them. The restrooms in the diner are easy to get to.
You have seen that there is no food or drink allowed in the library; in
the diner, there is plenty of food and drink so that I can stay alert
and refreshed while I study. You have seen the signs in the library
demanding quiet; in the diner, we are free to speak in tones that are
easy to hear - and understand. Tell me, Father - is it better for me to
study in the library, or the diner? Which one is the better place for me
to get the most from the education you are paying for?"

Standing up to him like that, and asking the questions she had, had
pretty much cut him off at the knees. I could see by the look on his
face what his honest answer had to be - and Susan could see it, too. We
walked outside while he contemplated what he wanted to say next.

Standing on the steps, we found that he had to try one more tactic,
insisting to Susan "I want you to stop studying with this boy!"

"No, Father. It is by studying with him that I have gotten the good
grades that you expect from me. Are you telling me that you will accept
lesser grades if I do not study with Michael?"

"But it isn't proper!"

"What isn't proper, Father? He has never tried to kiss me - or even hold
my hand, except when it is necessary in our class. He is polite, and a
gentleman, and we have never done anything wrong - the ONLY place we
study together is the diner, where there are others."

He didn't have anything to say to that, either, and turned to me and
demanded "You will stop seeing Susan!"

I just looked at him calmly and answered "No, sir, I won't. When I study
with her, MY grades are better. I am here on a scholarship, and I need
all the help I can get from Susan. If she says she doesn't want us to
study together any more, then I have no choice but to accept it - but
the decision is HERS, not yours. You aren't in our chemistry class."

"I tell you to stop!"

"No."

The quiet conviction of my tone must have made him realize that he
couldn't bully me the way he was used to doing to others. He stood there
for a couple of minutes, looking back and forth between Susan and me,
before he finally said "Okay. You study together, its okay with me. But
no funny business!" - the last directed at me.

"No, sir", I agreed.

He still didn't seem sure that I wasn't going to try something, but
since I'd agreed, he didn't have anything to say. Susan took a step
toward him, and he turned to her and said "In Viet Nam..." before Susan
interrupted him, saying "But this isn't Viet Nam, Father. This is
America. We are HERE, now, and this is where we must learn to live.
Father, you send me to school so I can get a good education and do well
in America - but what good is my better education if I don't know how to
LIVE here - to work with people, make friends, and be a part of this
society? Even after we got to this country, you kept all of us in the
Viet community, and did not let us learn how to become Americans - not
even a little bit. If everything Viet was so good, why did we have to
leave? If America wasn't a better place, why did we come here?"

He stood there, stunned, while Susan went on "Father, I am your
daughter. I love you, and I respect you, and I honor you. But in this
matter, you are wrong. If I am to live in America, then I have to learn
how to live as an American. I will never stop being Viet; it is what I
am and always will be. But if I am to live in this country, I must also
learn to be American. That is what they mean by those hyphen Americans
you complain about: I must be Viet hyphen American - Viet first, but
also an American."

Seeing that she had his full attention, Susan continued "Father, you
have always taught us to be respectful toward others - but tonight, you
have not shown me, or particularly Michael, that respect. All of my
life, you have taught me what kind of person you expect me to be - to be
a good girl, respectful, and all of that. Do you not think that I
learned those lessons? Are you so afraid that I will forget all that you
taught me? If you do not trust me, Father, why did you send me to this
school?"

Susan waited, patiently, to hear her father's answer. Me, I was busy
pretending I wasn't there, or listening, as I tried to memorize the
entire night sky star patterns.

Several minutes went by before he finally spoke. He told her "What you
say is right - we ARE in America now, and this is where we have to live.
Some of what is here is not good - but some of it IS. Maybe that is what
it means to by a hyphen American: to take what is best of this country
and mix it with what is best about where we come from, and making
something that is better than either one. You stay here and learn; not
just what they teach in school, but the American part, too. I know that
I cannot watch over you for all of your life. Someday, you will marry -
perhaps even to an American. So you must learn to live in this place.
Me, I think maybe I am too old for that, but you are not. So learn - but
do not forget what your mother and I have taught you."

She smiled, and started to cry a little before she stepped close enough
to hug him - and after a false start on his part, be hugged BY him.

When they broke apart, I heard him say "You", then Susan's whispered
"Michael, Father."

"Michael", I heard him say.

I turned back around, and looked at him.

"I was not polite with you, and I apologize. I think maybe you are a
good boy, to help Susan. You stay a good boy, and maybe I can like you,
okay?"

I smiled, and said "Yes, sir, I would like that."

He managed a half-smile in return, and said something in Vietnamese to
Susan. She looked at me and asked "Michael, would you mind? I think my
father and I still need to talk a little bit."

"That's fine", I assured her, adding "I've got to get home and get some
sleep anyway. I'll see you in chem tomorrow."

She nodded, and I left the two of them standing there.

Susan and I neither one ever said anything about her father's visit; but
that didn't mean that there weren't changes as a result of it. She
continued to take her studies seriously, but I could see as the tension
and stress slowly drained out of her. On top of that, she easily became
more open and relaxed around other people. With me, she was even
comfortable enough to actually start touching me - casual, friendly
gestures that she'd avoided prior.

For my part, I carefully matched whatever level of physical and
emotional sharing that she exhibited. Thanksgiving came and went, and I
surprised her by bringing her a plate of Thanksgiving leftovers from the
dinner my Aunt Paula had hosted for our family. Susan quickly decided
that turkey and all the rest were delicious, though she wasn't
completely sold on cranberry jelly. I had to assure her that was okay -
I wasn't wild about it, myself.

During my trips home, I'd told my family about meeting Susan, and that
we were studying together. They and Diane - who was also my all-but-
engaged girlfriend - all agreed that it sounded like her father had kept
her pretty much under his thumb, and were glad to learn that he'd
finally let her start learning about the rest of America. Diane, and my
sister Holly, both teased me about being in love with her; but all of us
knew that wasn't the case - Diane and I were simply too close for
something like that to happen.

In the couple of years since she'd given me her virginity, Diane had
grown up - and out - noticeably. Just an inch or so shorter than me, she
had straight dark hair that she'd trimmed back to shoulder length. Her
brown eyes sparkled with intelligence and good humor, and her full lips
just begged to be kissed - something I did as often as I could. Her
breasts had grown with the rest of her, causing her to wear a 34-C bra.
Her breasts were capped with dark areolas and large nipples that I
delighted in playing with. She was slender, with a trim waist and
nicely-curved hips over a pair of legs that almost any woman would have
died for. She made a nice counterpoint to my sister, Holly. Holly was a
fraction of an inch taller than Diane, but their height was about the
only physical thing they had in common. Holly sported dark red hair that
was slightly curly, beautiful green eyes, and a peaches-and-cream
complexion that differed from the white-with-freckles so many redheads
seemed to have. Her 34-B breasts stuck out a little farther than Diane's
more rounded bust, and on her slim frame, made her look fairly buxom -
particularly with her small waist and softly curved hips. Her small,
tight ass sat atop a pair of slender, but nicely shaped legs.

I was staying overnight at Diane's house one night - her parents fully
aware of the relationship between us, and approving of it - and we'd
finished making love when Diane came up with something out of nowhere:

"Mike, you said Susan's folks - well, her dad, anyway - never really let
her experience being an American?"

"That's what she'd told me. She never got to go out for trick-or-treat,
or anything like that", I answered.

"What about Christmas?"

"The way she explained it to me, they're Buddhist, and they celebrate
Tet. It's the lunar New Year, and it's kind of like Christmas and New
Year's all rolled together."

"But not Christmas? Like the tree, and exchanging presents, and all
that?"

"No, she's never had that kind of a Christmas. She knows what it's
about, of course - I mean, they heard the carols, and saw the movies and
all, but she's never HAD one. Why?"

Diane was silent for a few moments, and then said "Why don't you see if
her parents will let her visit us for Christmas? I mean, if your folks
don't mind. I know Mom and Dad wouldn't mind if she stayed here, and I
think she should find out what Christmas is really about - not just what
the stores make it like."

It was something I really hadn't thought of, before - but once Diane
mentioned it, it sounded like a helluva good idea. I didn't hold out any
real hope that it would actually happen, but figured it was at least
worth trying. I didn't figure Mom and Dad would have any problem with
it, but I resolved to find out for certain the next day.

In the mean time, I had the delectable bundle that made up Diane next to
me - I rolled over onto my side while she did the same. In just a couple
of seconds, we were spooning, my front tucked neatly against her back,
my arm around her as we fell asleep.

The next day, I was back at my parent's house helping Dad with some
repairs. We'd just finished oiling a squeaky door hinge when I brought
up the subject of Susan maybe spending Christmas with us.

Dad got thoughtful for a few moments, and then said "You know, Holly
said something about it being a shame Susan had never had a real
Christmas the other day. I thought then that it sure seemed like it to
me, too. Sure, Mike, go ahead and invite her, if you want. I'm sure we
can find room for her someplace around here!" with a laugh.

After I got back to school, I hinted around the subject a little, to see
if Susan had any thoughts about it, either way. She didn't, and I
finally came right out and made the invitation when I was sure that it
wouldn't make her uncomfortable. She told me that she thought she'd like
to do it, but wasn't sure if her father would approve. I reassured her
that she would be staying either with Holly or Diane, and that she was
more than welcome to join us. As a kicker, I told her that her father
was certainly welcome to call MY folks and make sure that it was okay
with them, and to confirm that everything was on the up-and-up.

It was a week later when she told me that she'd finally called him and
asked for permission for the visit. He'd been reluctant at first, but
when she'd explained the whole thing to him - including the sleeping
arrangements and how he could call my folks to verify all of it - he'd
finally given his permission. She was still in something of a state of
awe that he'd actually approved of it - and mixed in with that was a
nervousness about what everyone would think of her, and how she'd act.

In the last couple of weeks before Christmas vacation, I had to
repeatedly reassure Susan that she was not only a welcome guest, but
that everyone was actually looking forward to finally getting to meet
her. Along with that, I was subjected to a little grilling about
everyone - what they liked, didn't like, their interests and hobbies and
jobs, and the whole thing. Susan was determined to get them a gift, and
wanted to be sure it was something they'd like. Several times, I had to
tell her that she didn't have to get them anything, but if she did, they
would be happy with anything she wanted to give them - that all they
really wanted was to show her what Christmas was all about. It didn't
have any noticeable impact that I could determine.

I was to be finished with final exams before Susan was, so we made
arrangements for me to pick her up in front of her dorm building. I got
there at the appointed time, and found her waiting for me - with two
suitcases. When I got out of my pickup truck - a graduation gift from my
Uncle Jack and some of his fellow farmers - I raised an eyebrow and
asked "You figuring on moving in, or something? We're only going to be
there for a week!"

She laughed, and said "No, I'm not going to move in. One bag is my
clothes, the other is gifts."

I just shook my head, and loaded them into the bed of the truck,
surprised at the heft of one of them. I covered everything in the bed of
the truck with a tarp to keep it all reasonably clean, and Susan and I
piled into the cab. Seatbelts fastened, we were on our way. Susan was
obviously nervous, so I reached over and patted her on the hand, telling
her "Relax. Everything's going to be fine. Nobody's going to bite you,
okay?"

She gave me a wan smile, and visibly relaxed - at least, a little.
Still, as we got closer and closer, I could see her getting more and
more nervous. I tried to get her involved in a conversation, but her
nerves kept her from being as communicative as usual.

It was late afternoon when we pulled into the driveway at home, and
everyone came out to welcome us - even Diane's parents were there.
Everyone quickly got Susan into the house, except for Dad, who stayed
behind to help me with the luggage. I grabbed my one bag, and before I
could do anything about it, Dad had Susan's. He looked at me in surprise
at how heavy the one was, and I just shrugged before telling him "I told
her that she didn't have to get us anything, that she was our guest. I
made it as clear as I could, but she must have had her own ideas." Dad
nodded, and we went inside.

After Dad and I had put the bags away - mine in my room, Susan's in
Holly's room, where she'd be staying - we went back downstairs. There, I
was promptly chastised by Mom, who told me "Michael, you didn't tell us
how beautiful Susan is!"

That was followed by Diane whispering in my ear "Yeah, MIKE!", and
pinching me on the ass. From the way she'd said it, I knew Diane was
just jerking my chain.

Of course, they had to show her around the house, and while they were
gone, Dad told me "Your mom's right, son. She IS a very pretty girl.
Aren't you worried that Diane's going to get jealous?"

"Diane knows I love her, Dad. But if she gets a little jealous, well,
I'll just let her know that she's still first with me."

Dad smiled, and said "If I know anything about women, you'd better get
started, then, son."

When they all got back from their tour, we all sat down - Diane right
next to me, taking my hand in hers - with Susan a little farther away on
the other side of me, apparently for comfort and reassurance. Only then
did I realize how it might make Diane feel, having Susan there. Whoops.

While all of them started talking to and with Susan - asking her how
she'd gotten to America, how old she was when it happened, what she
remembered of Viet Nam, and so on - I made sure I paid proper attention
to Diane. A little while later, Diane asked if anyone else was thirsty,
and when they said they were, asked me to help her in the kitchen. "Uh-
oh", I thought to myself as I followed her out of the den.

In the kitchen, Diane quickly pulled me into a hug and fierce kiss
before stepping back and saying "Michael, you are so funny, sometimes."

"What?" I asked.

Diane laughed, and said "You are so afraid that I'm going to be jealous
of Susan, and you're trying so hard to let me know that I don't have to
be - when you should already know that I know I don't have to be jealous
of her."

After trying to work my way through THAT logic, I finally asked "Huh?"

Diane smiled, and said "Mike, I already know you love me - more than
anything else. Do you really think I'd be jealous just because you met
another girl? Even one as beautiful as Susan is? I know you like her,
but I also know that you don't really love her, at least, not the way
you love me. She's had a tough time, and her dad has kept her from
really experiencing this country - you brought her here because I
suggested it, remember? BOTH of us want her to find out what Americans
can really be like; that we're not all like I think her father is afraid
we are. So don't worry that I'm going to be jealous, okay? You're the
only person she really knows here, right now, so it's going to be a few
days before she's relaxed enough to not want to be close to you all the
time. Okay?"

"Uh, okay"

"Good. Now help me get something to drink for everybody."

And I did. When we got back into the den, we served everybody, and then
Diane eased me back down near Susan - who looked relieved - before
taking a seat on the other side of her.

A while later, the worst of the questioning was over, and Diane had the
chance to take Susan's hand. When Susan turned to look at her, Diane
told her "Its okay, Susan. I know that all of us like you, and we're all
glad you were able to come and visit with us."

Having my girlfriend talk to her like that did wonders for Susan - her
posture was visibly more relaxed when Holly asked her "Would you like to
come upstairs and see where you'll be staying? It's my room, but there's
enough room on the bed for both of us. If you want, you can put your
things away; I made some room for you in my dresser and closet."

Susan nodded, and she and Holly went upstairs. When they were gone,
Diane scooted over next to me again and pulled my arm around her,
holding my hand in hers. We sat there listening to her folks and mine
talking about something or other that they were involved in. At
different times, each of Diane's parents looked over and smiled in
approval at us.

A bit later, Holly and Susan returned; I figured that Holly must have
said something similar to what Diane had, because Susan was smiling as
the two of them shared some joke or other. When they got close, Diane
removed my arm from around her and scooted over to make room for Susan.
Seeing the surprise on Susan's face, Diane told her "I just figured
you'd be a little more comfortable next to Mike, since you haven't
gotten to know the rest of us yet."

Susan nodded, and sat down between us.

With Susan back, she was again the subject of a number of questions -
but more low-key ones. What was she majoring in? How did she get her
hair so straight and shiny? How many brothers and sisters? Did she like
the school we were attending? She lived in the dorms? How terrible! How
did she ever manage? And so on...

Supper that night was roast beef, mashed potatoes, gravy, corn, green
beans, the works. Susan was a little hesitant at first, but quickly
discovered that she liked all of it - particularly the strawberry
cheesecake we had for dessert. Nobody singled Susan out, but she was
included in the conversation during dinner. Afterwards, Mom and Diane's
mom gently shooed her out of the dining room and kitchen when she tried
to help clean up.

Back in the den with the rest of us, Susan found out that Dad had gone
out and rented a movie for us all to watch: a Three Stooges comedy. As
he fed it into the VCR, he told Susan "Susan, what you're about to see
is a priceless American treasure - three of the greatest comedians to
ever live."

Susan looked around, and Diane and Holly both rolled their eyes at Dad's
description of the Stooges - but I had to agree with him, as Diane's dad
did. Maybe the Stooges are just a guy thing...

Anyway, Mom and Diane's mom got into the den just as the movie was
starting, and we spent the next hour and a half laughing ourselves silly
- including Susan, who's soft, musical laughter prompted Diane to lean
over and whisper in my ear "Even her LAUGH is beautiful!"

When the movie was over, Diane's folks thanked us for a nice evening,
told Susan that they were delighted to meet her, and were looking
forward to seeing her again. That said, they left to go home, leaving
Diane with us. We stayed up and talked for a little longer, before Dad
told us that he still had to go to work the next day. Mom chipped in by
telling us that she had a meeting for one of the charities she
volunteered with the next morning, so she was going to bed, too. That
left me, Diane, Holly, and Susan downstairs.

With the others gone, Holly and Diane were ready to start asking the
kinds of questions they were interested in: what bands did Susan like?
Any particular guy she was interested in? Were her brothers cute? Where
did she get her clothes? Was she even wearing any makeup, and if so,
where did she get it?

By the time they got all (okay, all for THEN) girl-talk out of the way,
all of us were ready for some sleep. Holly told Susan that she was going
to bed, and that Susan was welcome to come upstairs then, or any time
she wanted. Susan quickly decided that she was ready for bed, too. Diane
and I didn't even have to say anything - we just looked at each other,
and agreed: yeah, it's time.

All four of us got up and headed for the stairs, Diane and I with an arm
around each other, with Holly and Susan behind us. When we got upstairs
and Diane and I continued on past Holly's room, I heard Susan ask "Diane
won't be staying with us?", followed by Holly's reply "Oh, no, whenever
Mike's home, they stay together."

"And your parents and hers do not mind?" Susan asked, plainly baffled by
the situation.

"Not at all. They know how nice and responsible Mike is, and they know
how much he and Diane love each other, so they don't mind."

Susan didn't have anything else to say about it just then, and I heard
her and Holly go into the bedroom and close the door behind them. Once
inside my room, Diane closed the door behind us. Before she could even
turn around, I had my arms around her waist, and was kissing her softly
on the nape of her neck. She leaned back against me and put her hands on
my arms for a few moments before taking my hands and moving them up to
her breasts. As I started to softly squeeze and caress them through her
blouse, she turned her head so the two of us could share a deep, loving
kiss.

When our lips parted, she told me "I've missed you, Mike."

"And I've missed you."

"Show me how much..." she replied - and I did.

I released her breasts, and started unfastening the buttons going down
the front of her blouse, and when I was done, slid it off her shoulders
to set it aside. Next, I reached between her breasts and undid the hook
for her bra. With it unfastened, the fullness of her bust pulled the
cups apart, but didn't let them fall free. I slid my hands under the
cups to gently run the palms of my hands across her nipples, feeling
them harden and extend at my touch, even as I felt her slip her shoes
off. With her responding to my ministrations, I lifted my hands free of
her breasts so I could guide her bra off her shoulders and down her arms
so I could set it on top of her blouse.

My hands returned to her breasts, where I gently squeezed and caressed
them for a little while before sliding my hands down her sides to her
waist. There, it was only a moment before I found the snap to the slacks
she had on, unfastened it, and slid the zipper down. I paused for a few
moments so that I could kiss her as my hands softly traced outlines on
the smooth skin of her body. I felt her starting to press her ass
against my growing erection, and returned to the task at hand - so to
speak - and knelt to slide the waist of her slacks down her legs, where
she stepped out of them.

Still kneeling, I moved my hands to her waist again after a brief detour
to softly massage the firm, rounded globes of her ass. I slipped my
fingers under the waistband of the thin panties she was wearing, and
slowly slid them down her legs, as well - and taking the opportunity to
plant a soft kiss at the top of the cleft of her ass. With her panties
around her ankles, Diane stepped out of them, too - using one foot to
casually kick them aside before turning around to face me. When she did,
it brought the dark strip of her bush in front of me. With her pelvis so
close to my face, I didn't have any trouble making out the scent of her
arousal, or seeing the edges of her labia where they extended past the
short hair covering her mons.

Leaning forward slightly, I placed a soft kiss on her lower belly, right
at the fringe of her pubic thatch. From there, I worked my way upward,
leaving soft kisses on any part of her that struck my fancy - and there
were a lot of them. By the time I reached her breasts, I could hear her
soft panting, and could see that her shoulders and upper breasts were
faintly tinged with an aroused blush.

Taking the end of one of her breasts into my mouth, I softly sucked on
it as I used my tongue to twiddle her hard nipple. In only a few
seconds, I could feel the difference between the greater mass of her
breast and her crinkled areola with my tongue. After sucking on her
nipple for a few more seconds, I switched over to the other breast, and
soon had it matching the first. For another couple of minutes, I went
back and forth between them, until I had both of them equally glistening
with my saliva, and both nipples hard and fully erect.

My next stop was to place a soft kiss at the hollow of her throat before
continuing on to tend to her soft lips.

When our lips parted, I pulled my head back to look down at her - her
head was tilted back, and when she opened her eyes to look at me, the
love she felt for me was plain in them - just as the desire she felt was
on her face.

When she reached up to start unfastening the buttons on my shirt, her
hands were trembling slightly. I took her hands in mine and asked "Do
you want to do that, or do you want me naked and with you sooner?"

She didn't even hesitate to answer "Naked!"

I took a step back so she could watch as I took off my own clothes - and
saw the pleasure in her eyes when she saw that I was already semi-erect.
Once I was as naked as she, I picked her up in my arms and carried her
over to my bed, where I set her down gently. She looked up at me in
complete love and trust, and I felt myself fall in love with her all
over again.

I lay down next to her, and the two of us started kissing again as our
hands renewed their acquaintance with each other's bodies. After a bit,
our hands had found each others genitals, and we were happily bringing
each other to full arousal. I felt her hips start rocking in response to
the way I was running my finger along the cleft of her sex, letting it
graze across her clitoris with each pass. I let our kiss gradually end,
then lowered my head to start kissing her lower and lower on her body. I
was barely past her breasts when she realized what I intended to do; she
took my head in her hands and lifted it so she could tell me "You don't
have to do that - God, I'm already ready! What I want is to feel you
inside me!"

I smiled and nodded, and she released her hold on my head before laying
back and spreading her thighs in invitation. I moved between them, and
then got into a squatting position with her legs draped across my
thighs. Reaching between us, I angled my penis down slightly so that the
head of it slid between the soft, warm petals of her vaginal lips. I
pressed myself forward, and watched as the head of my erection slipped
through the tight ring of her entrance. Reaching forward, I put my hands
on her hips, and pulled her toward me as I eased my hips back to a
'neutral' position. Arching myself forward again, nearly half my length
slid inside her; I again pulled her closer to me as my hips moved back.
At that point, half my manhood was buried in her, without me having to
move forward or backward - from that position, I could make love with
her with minimal effort, and still have her open to my tender mercies.

I eased my hips back a little, letting some of my penis slip free of her
- and also making sure her feminine lubricants were being properly
spread around. My next thrust into her ended with nearly my entire penis
inside her; something that drew a soft moan of pleasure from her. As I
slid myself back out of her, I could feel that her ample oils had
thoroughly coated my member. A few more tries, and I was slowly rocking
back and forth, alternately filling and emptying her womanly cavern. A
little longer, and she started lifting her hips slightly in response to
my penetrations, welcoming each new invasion.

It had been several weeks since we'd last made love, and I knew that I
would enjoy emptying myself into her. But more important to me was that
SHE enjoy our lovemaking, too - so I took my time, doing everything I
could to bring her as much pleasure as possible before finding my own
release.

As I rocked back and forth, sliding my erect member between the clasping
lips of her womanhood, I let my hand rest on her mons, my thumb atop her
clitoris. Each time she raised her hips to accept me, her clitoris would
brush against my thumb, stimulating her a little more. It wasn't but a
few minutes before I felt her vagina start clenching around me as she
softly cried out her release. Even as she was groaning her pleasure, I
continued pistoning in and out of her, knowing that what she was
experiencing was but the first of several climaxes she would have.

When it was (mostly) over for her, I felt her hand slip under mine, her
finger replacing my thumb. With both hands and arms free, I leaned
forward to prop my body over hers before lowering my head to begin
licking and sucking at her breasts and nipples. I could feel the slight
vibration as she softly moaned her pleasure at having another of her
erogenous zones tended to. Where our pelvises were joined, I could feel
her hand starting to move a bit more quickly as she increased the
attention she was paying to her clitoris.

A few more minutes, and she climaxed again, more strongly, using her
free hand to stifle the loudest of her cries. By that time, she was
wonderfully hot and wet around me; the added pressure of her vagina
tightening around me felt incredible, and I couldn't help but increase
the pace at which I was moving in her. With the increase in motion in
her, it wasn't long before I began to feel tension in my legs; I knew
that if I kept making love with her that way, I was sure to cramp,
ending the pleasure for BOTH of us.

When I paused, Diane released a soft cry of disappointment before she
felt me moving to a different position. With her legs wrapped around my
waist and her pelvis tilted up toward me, I slowly thrust myself into
her again. The change in position and the angle between our bodies meant
that I could enter her as deeply as possible - my forward motion ending
only when our pelvises met, trapping her erect clitoris between us,
softly squeezing it. When that happened, I felt Diane's vagina
involuntarily clench around me - something that felt so good, it
prompted me to do it again. And again and again...

Another couple of minutes passed, and I could feel myself getting closer
and closer to the point of no return - and hear it as Diane got closer
and closer to yet another orgasm; a strong one, by the sound of her
increasing arousal.

It wasn't much longer before I knew that it was going to happen. As I
felt my balls tighten up, I began thrusting hard into Diane - and felt
her respond to the increased tempo and pressure against her clitoris. I
managed to bury myself in her a few more times before I pressed myself
in her as far as I could as the first hot jet of my semen erupted out
the end of my penis to ricochet off the inside of her vagina. As I felt
my penis tighten in preparation to launch the next wad of jism, I felt
Diane pull herself up against me, burying her face in my shoulder as she
nearly screamed her release.

Back and forth we went, alternating grunts and groans as each of us
experienced wave after wave of pleasure. Only when we'd both exhausted
ourselves with our climaxes did we collapse into a tangle of arms and
legs on the bed.

As we lay there panting, Diane managed to gasp out "Yeah, I'd say you
missed me!" before a small shudder passed through her body. We lay there
together for a bit longer, holding each other close. Finally, though,
Diane got up and put a robe on (she kept one at our house, and I kept
one at hers), and headed for the bathroom. She came back a couple of
minutes later with a damp washcloth in her hand, which she used to wipe
the overflow of our combined juices from my body.

Setting the washcloth aside, she climbed back into bed with me, and
pulled the covers over us before snuggling herself into my side. I put
my arm around her, gave her a hug, and then kissed the top of her head.
Together, we drifted off to sleep, happy to be with each other again.

The next morning, Diane and I got downstairs in time to catch Dad before
he left for work. He asked if I'd go out and get our Christmas tree that
morning, and we'd all decorate it when he got home that night. With me
having a pickup truck, it made good sense to me for me to get the tree;
Holly and I both knew what kind of tree that he and Mom liked. The
clincher, though, was when he said that Susan might like to go with us -
it seemed like a good way to help her realize that she wasn't just a
guest; that we were inviting her not just into our home, but our family.

I said that I'd be glad to, and before he left, Dad gave me one of his
credit cards to pay for it.

Holly and Susan came downstairs a little while after he left. By the
time they showed up, Mom had left for her meeting, so it was up to the
four of us to manage our own breakfast. Holly and Diane teamed up to
make French toast for all of us; Susan had never tasted it before, so
they drafted her to help. All they'd let me do was make some coffee -
and chased me out of the kitchen as soon as it was ready and I'd poured
myself a cup.

Several minutes later, Holly called out to let me know that it was
ready. When I got into the dining room, I saw that places had already
been set for all of us. I took a seat just as the three of them trooped
in - Holly carrying coffee and juice, Diane with butter and syrup, and
Susan proudly bearing a large platter of French toast and bacon.

Holly saw me looking at Susan, and said "Diane and I made the first few
slices, but Susan did the rest. Did pretty good, too!", causing Susan to
blush slightly as she set the platter down on the table. They all took
seats, and we got started - with Holly, Diane, and I smiling when we saw
Susan's reaction to her first bite of French toast with butter and
genuine maple syrup.

When breakfast was over, the girls let me take care of the dirty dishes
- I had to 'argue' Susan out of helping - and cleaning up the kitchen.
When I was done with that, we adjourned to the den with the last of the
coffee. Diane and I told Holly and Susan that Dad wanted us to go out
and get the Christmas tree that morning. Susan said that she'd seen
trees for sale for weeks, and asked why we had waited until then to get
ours. Holly explained to her that it was because when Dad was a kid, one
his neighbors had their house burn down when their tree caught fire -
the family had always bought their tree as soon as possible, and it had
gotten too dry and caught fire one night. Since then, Dad had always
waited until the last week before Christmas, as a way of making sure
that the same thing didn't happen to HIS house and family.

When Diane let us know that she wanted to spend some time with her
folks, Holly quickly jumped in to ask Susan if she wanted to go with us
to help pick out the tree. Susan was a little hesitant, having never
done it before, but Holly didn't have any trouble convincing her to come
along.

After we'd finished our coffee, I took Diane home; when I got back,
Holly and Susan were ready to go tree shopping.

We had to hit several lots before we found a nice tree at a decent
price. Along the way, we explained to Susan what we were looking for,
and what was good and bad about the different trees that we saw. She'd
never been onto a tree lot before, and was delighted with the smell of
freshly cut pine and fir. At one point, Holly picked up a little scrap
of one of the trees and gave it to Susan, who kept sniffing it and
smiling as we drove around.

With our tree picked out, I handed over the credit card Dad had given
me. After the sale was complete, they trimmed the trunk back a little to
make sure it would be fresh when we put the tree up. Then they wrapped
it so it would be easier to move around, and loaded it into the back of
my truck.

Once we got back home, Susan cheerfully helped us get the tree into the
house after Holly got the tree stand ready. Every year, we put the tree
in the same place, so there wasn't any problem with getting that much of
setting things up - the only question was going to be what view of it
Mom wanted to have facing 'out', and that only involved turning the tree
around on it's axis until she was satisfied.

The next thing was to go up into the attic and dig out the decorations -
which I did, handing them off to Holly and Susan, who moved them to
where they'd be handy by the tree. The attic was a little dusty, so as I
cleaned up, Holly opened up a couple of the boxes of decorations and
showed Susan some of the ones that had special meaning to us.

Shortly before lunchtime, Mom came home from her meeting, and we had the
chance to get the tree position fine-tuned. That accomplished, Mom made
hot roast beef sandwiches for all of us. While we were eating, Holly
said that she had a little more shopping to do, and asked if Susan
wanted to go with her. Susan looked at me for guidance, and I told her
that she was welcome to go with Holly or stay - it was her choice. After
a few moments thought, Susan decided that sounded like fun, and agreed.

After lunch, Holly called Diane to see if she wanted or needed to do any
shopping, too. Apparently Diane did, because I heard Holly make
arrangements to pick Diane up a few minutes later. When I'd left for
college with my 'new' truck (used, but extensively rebuilt and repaired,
courtesy of my Uncle Jack and some of his fellow farmers), I'd given
Holly my old car. It was a reliable old 1957 Ford Fairlane that I'd gone
a ways toward restoring. All the essential mechanical on it was in
flawless condition; it's only real problems were minor: a sticky
heating/cooling control, the passenger side door had to be slammed HARD
to latch, and a few other such trivialities. Holly would have preferred
something small, fast, and sexy - but it beat hell out of not having any
car, so she didn't fuss. Dad liked it because it wasn't small, fast, and
sexy - it was built out of serious STEEL, and if Holly was ever in an
accident (always a risk with teenage drivers, Dad pointed out to both of
us), it would protect her a lot better than "those little aluminum beer
cans" as Dad described them.

With Holly and the others gone, I got myself a book and planted myself
in a chair in the den. I didn't hesitate to help Mom the few times she
needed me; otherwise it was a nice, quiet afternoon.

It was getting toward late afternoon when I heard Holly and the others
get back from their shopping trip. I saw Diane stick her head in the
den, and when she saw me sitting there, she came in to sit on my lap.

I looked at her inquisitively, and she told me "I'm in here to keep you
distracted while Holly and Susan get the stuff we bought up to her
room."

"Okay. So how are you going to distract me?" I asked.

Diane just smiled, and leaned in for a kiss - one that went on for quite
some time. When our lips finally parted, I told her "Yup, that was
definitely distracting. Think they've had enough time, yet?"

Diane laughed and said "Well, maybe not. I think I'd better distract you
some more!" before kissing me again. As this one went on, I put my arms
around her waist and gently hugged her. We were approaching incendiary
levels when we heard someone softly clear their throat. We let our kiss
break off, and looked over to see that it was Mom, wanting to know if
we'd like some hot chocolate - her only visible discomfort from finding
Diane and I like that was that she'd interrupted us. Both of us told her
that some hot chocolate sounded pretty good, Diane adding that Holly and
Susan would certainly want some, too. Mom gave us a smile before turned
to head for the kitchen; when she was gone, Diane told me "If they
haven't gotten everything moved by now, they deserve to get caught. I'll
go up and let them know about the hot chocolate."

We shared another quick kiss, and a hug, before she got off my lap the
start for the stairs. I got up, too, and went in to see if there was
anything I could do to help Mom - and not surprised when she told me
there wasn't. Not that there wasn't something I could do; it was just
whether or not Mom was willing to LET me do it. The kitchen was her
domain, and she ran it like a Marine Corps drill instructor in drag.

So I found myself a seat in the little breakfast nook we had, and only
had to wait a couple of minutes before the others found me there, and
took seats of their own. Diane sat next to me on one side, of course,
and Holly insisted that Susan take the other side.

Knowing it was a futile question, I asked them what they'd bought - and
was promptly told by Holly that I'd find out soon enough. I'd figured
that they'd gotten something for me when it was 'necessary' for Diane to
distract me while Holly and Susan moved their purchases into her room;
the reply I got to my question only confirmed it.

All four of us were a little surprised when Mom brought in the hot
chocolate, and sat down to drink a cup of it with us. As we sipped -
Susan was delighted with hot chocolate, and positively giddy with the
addition of marshmallows - the five of us talked about all manner of
things. Susan was a little quiet and hesitant at first, but it didn't
take her long to join in once she realized that Mom wasn't anything like
her father - that Mom was soft-spoken, friendly, and generally good-
natured. After a while, Mom topped off our hot chocolate - adding
marshmallows as necessary - before leaving us to go take care of
whatever other tasks she'd set for herself.

When she was gone, Susan told us "I'm sorry, but I'm still a little bit
nervous with your parents. They are very much different than mine!"

Holly quickly assured her "You don't have to be, Susan. You're in our
house, and I know that neither one of them would ever do anything to
make you uncomfortable. Besides, they like you!"

Susan looked over at me, and a quick scan of her told me that she wanted
to believe Holly, but still wasn't quite sure. To put her mind at ease,
I reached over and gave her hand a little squeeze before telling her
'It's true, Susan. If Mom or Dad didn't like you, they would be a LOT
more polite and formal with you - but they would NEVER actually do or
say anything bad to you. If Mom sat down here with us to talk like she
did, you can be sure that she likes you, and wants to get to know you
better."

Another scan of Susan told me that my words had put her considerably
more at ease - but that she'd been fully aware of my touch on her hand,
and both pleased and comforted by it.

With Susan thus reassured, they started talking about what they wanted
to do the next day. I pointed out that there were still a few things
that I needed to get, which got Holly and Diane started telling me what
THEY wanted - Ferraris, mink coats, diamonds, all the usual stuff. Susan
looked on with surprise, until Diane saw the expression on her face and
told her "Its okay, Susan. We're just teasing him - we do this every
year. Don't we, Mike?"

I faked a serious/surprised look on my face, and asked "You do?"

That surprised Holly and Diane both - until they realized that I WAS
faking. Then both of them laughed, and told Susan "See? Now he's teasing
US!" Susan didn't seem all that certain about the teasing until I
started laughing, too, at the expression on her face. Realizing that
she'd been 'had', Susan started laughing with us - trying to give me a
dirty look, and simply not being able to pull it off.

We were still chuckling when Dad got home, and came in to see what the
noise was about. Diane told him, and he smiled as he told Susan "Every
year, these two ask Santa Clause for the same things, and every year
they're still thrilled with what they DO get. I'd think they would
eventually get the message, but I guess they're prettier than they are
smart."

Holly and Diane both promptly feigned indignity at that, making Dad
laugh. Having seen the rest of us teasing each other, Susan understood
that Dad was teasing the girls, and laughed with the rest of us when
they finally couldn't hold it in any longer.

When Dad left, I asked Susan "Anyway, I've got to finish up MY shopping
tomorrow. I could use some help, if you want to go with me, but if you
want to stay with Holly and Diane, I'll understand."

Susan looked a trifle concerned, and Holly quickly assured her "Do
whichever one you want to, Susan. Mike always knows what to get all of
us, so he'll be fine shopping by himself. If you want to stay with us,
we'd love to have your company; but if you want to go with him, that's
fine, too."

Satisfied that either decision would perfectly acceptable to either
side, Susan told us "I think I'd like to go with Mike, then."

Diane reached across to pat Susan's hand in reassurance before telling
her "That's fine. Holly and I have a few things to keep ourselves busy."

"I'll just bet!" I thought to myself, knowing how much the two of them
enjoyed making love with each other. Having one or the other of our or
Diane's house to themselves, it was a pretty safe bet that they'd spend
at least SOME of that time getting each other off.

Holly seemed to be reading my thoughts and just grinned at me,
mischievously.

After supper, we all trooped into the living room so we could decorate
our tree. All of our roles were well-established by that time: Mom was
the artistic director, Dad supervised, and the rest of us provided the
labor. Susan was again a little hesitant at first, apparently not
wanting to intrude on a family event, but readily joined in when the
rest of us started handing her decorations to put up under Mom's
guidance. The last thing to go on was the haloed angel that went on the
top of the tree. Holly was always the one that put it up - at least,
from the time she was old enough to reach it from the stepladder; but
after she picked it up, she hesitated a moment, then handed it to Susan,
saying "It's our family tradition that the youngest in the family puts
this last decoration up. Once I was big enough, that was me - but since
you're the youngest part of our family now, I think it should be you."

From the look on her face, we could all see that Susan was both honored
and terrified at the prospect. She looked over at Mom and Dan, and they
just looked on approvingly. Next she looked at Diane and me, and both of
us just nodded. Last was Holly, who just told her "Please - you're part
of our family now, too."

Susan was visibly nervous and shaking as she made her way to the
stepladder. Diane nudged me, and I went over to it, too. As Susan
started up, I carefully reached out and put my hand in the small of her
back to steady her. She looked at me with concern in her eyes, and I
just smiled for her to go on. She took a deep breath, and as she climbed
the last couple of steps, I scanned her.  I was surprised to learn just
how deeply touched she was by Holly's actions, and how profoundly
honored she was by the way we'd included her that evening. But what
surprised me most was the discovery that she was intensely aware of my
hand at the small of her back, and how pleased she was at my touch.

When she had the decoration securely in place, she made her way back
down the stepladder. After she had both feet securely on the floor, all
of us quietly applauded - making her blush furiously - before Holly and
Diane and Mom all went over to give her a hug. When they were done, all
of us could see the quiet joy on her face.

With everything in place, Dad hit the switch for the outlet that the
lights were plugged into - and all of us marveled at how nice the tree
looked. Mom brought our little tradition to its proper close by bringing
in hot chocolate for everyone.

The next morning, all of us were up in time to have breakfast with Mom
and Dad before they left - Dad to work, and Mom to the volunteer work
she did for a local charity.

When it came time, Susan and I got ready to head for the malls. As we
were heading out the door, I told Diane and Holly that we probably
wouldn't be back until after lunch - discretely letting them know how
much time they had. Both nodded and gave us - well, me, anyway - a
conspiratorial smile.

I'd already gotten things for Mom and Dad and Diane's parents, so it was
Holly and Diane that I was shopping for - and despite their claims to
the contrary, shopping for them was always a challenge for me. I was
glad to have the help of a girl closer to their ages than the
salesladies I usually had to deal with.

Navigating the crowds in the malls was a lot less tiring than usual -
due entirely, I'm sure, to Susan's pleasant and attractive company.
Through a combination of flattery, cajolery, and teasing, I even managed
to get Susan to pose for a photo of her on Santa's lap as she told him
what she wanted for Christmas. In the photos that we took home with us,
her shy happiness was plain.

Between the allowance Dad gave me for school, the pocket money Uncle
Jack sent, tutoring some of the denser freshmen in physics, and what I'd
gotten during my summer jobs, I had a tidy nest egg of money for
Christmas gifts. It wasn't so much that I could just throw it around, of
course, but it was enough that I wasn't as price-limited as usual at
that time of year. With Susan's help, I picked out some things for Holly
and Susan and got them wrapped. By the time we were done, it was late
enough that lunch time had passed for most people; Susan joined me for a
couple slices of pizza at the mall before we started home.

There, we found Holly watching a movie in the den; she told us that
Diane had gone home to take care of some things. Susan readily did her
part by keeping Holly company as I got my purchases into my room. Holly
knew what I was doing, of course, and cooperated.

Once I was done, I joined them for the rest of the movie.

Mom got home late afternoon, and after putting her things away, stopped
by the den to let us know she was going to start supper. Susan surprised
all of us by asking if Mom would let her help - that she wanted to learn
Western cooking, and she though Mom would be a good person to learn
from.

Mom was delighted at Susan's request, and more than happy to help Susan
get started. The two of them went into the kitchen, and Holly and I
could hear as Mom started explaining what she was going to cook, and
how.

With it being just the two of us in the den, Holly took the opportunity
to talk to me about Susan.

"Mike?"

"Yeah, pumpkin?"

"Do you have any idea how happy Susan is about being here?"

"I guess she's having fun, but after that, not really."

"Well, she's a lot happier than just 'having fun'. Last night, after
everyone went to bed, we stayed up a little while, and she told me how
she felt when all of us included her in the different stuff we're doing.
Mike, she was so happy and so proud when I gave her the angel to put on
the top of the tree - she must have thanked me a hundred times! And I
guess her own folks are pretty strict with her, because she kept telling
me and Diane how surprised she was when Mom and Dad were so nice to
her."

"Yeah, the first time I met her dad, he was yelling at us - well, mostly
her. We were studying together in a diner close to school, and he was
upset because she wasn't either in her dorm room or the library. Having
me there only made it worse for her."

"That's so sad - I'll bet she was really upset; I mean, she's so SHY all
the time."

"Yeah, it did upset her - but I guess it kind of got to her, too,
because she kind of told him off, too. She was real polite and
respectful about it, but she still stood up for herself."

"Good for her! Did you know she's never been out on a date? I mean, just
her and a guy? Not even with any of the Vietnamese boys she knows. The
only time she was allowed to be around guys was if there were adults
around to be like chaperones. Boy, was she surprised when you and Diane
both stayed in your room that first night!", the last with a chuckle.

"I heard her ask you about it, out in the hall", I replied.

"Oh, believe me, she had a lot more questions after we got inside. She
just couldn't believe that Mom and Dan were okay with Diane sleeping
with you - never mind Diane's folks! I had to explain to her that what
you and Diane have, well, it's something special - that most parents
wouldn't let something like that happen. She wanted to know why it was
okay, so I told her about what kind of guy you are, and how responsible
and mature and everything. It helped a lot when she understood that
Diane's parents were - I don't know, thoughtful enough? Brave enough? -
that they let her start birth control when they did. And that you and
Diane have been together for so long, just the two of you, helped, too.
When we were shopping yesterday, Diane noticed that Susan was acting a
little strange, and finally asked her if something was bothering her. It
took a little while, but Susan finally admitted that she couldn't
understand how Diane could let you make love to her that first time.
Boy, was she surprised when Diane told her that it had been HER idea,
and that she asked YOU to make love!"

After meeting her father, and knowing how he felt about guys being
around Susan, I could easily imagine her reaction to Diane's revelation,
and laughed.



"Anyway, once she heard that, Susan had a hard time believing that Diane
was okay with you paying attention to HER. It took a while before Diane
was able to convince her that she was okay with you and Susan studying
together. It wasn't until Diane told her that even if the two of you
went out on a date at school, she - Diane - trusted and loved you enough
to know that you wouldn't try to make anything more out of it than just
two people that liked each other having a nice time together. Susan
asked if you had ever been with another girl since the two of you became
a couple, and Diane told her that the only times it had happened, she
knew who it was and was happy that you and the girl were able to make
each other feel good."

Of course, those were the few times that Holly and I had made love after
Diane and I had promised ourselves to each other.

Holly went on "Then Susan asked me what kind of big brother you were,
and I told her that I thought you were a GREAT big brother - 'cause I
do! - and that I was glad that you and I never really had the kinds of
problems that some of my friends have with their brothers. She asked me
what I meant, so I told her - about all the times I came to you for
help, and how you were always there when I needed you, and all the rest
of it. Well, except for... him."

Ever since her near-rape by one of the guys in my school, Holly had
never said his name - she would only refer to him the way she just had,
her voice all but dripping vitriol. That I'd well and truly taken care
of the guy didn't matter - she loathed him, and didn't make any bones
about it.

Holly continued by telling me "Susan said that her own brothers were
always interfering - they called it 'watching out' for her - in public,
and kind of mean to her when they were at home. She was really surprised
at how well we get along together."

I smiled at that, thinking about how Susan's opinion of our relationship
might change if she were to find out that I had been the one Holly had
given her virginity to.

"Anyway, I guess that's why she's so shy: because so many people keep
telling her what to do, and getting upset with her about such small
stuff. That first night, she went to bed wearing a nightgown, for
goodness' sake. You know I like to sleep naked, but I put on a bra and
panties so she wouldn't feel uncomfortable, so I was really surprised.
Last night was better; she didn't put on any more clothes than I did,
but I could tell she was still a little nervous. She has this scar on
her back, and I guess she saw me looking at it, because she told me that
she was hurt back in Viet Nam while she was still a little girl. From
the look on her face, I think there was more to it than that; but I
didn't want to make her feel any worse than she did, so I didn't ask."

Just then, we hear Dad get home from work; a few moments later, he stuck
his head in the den and seemed surprised to see only Holly and me there.

"Susan said she wanted to learn how to cook Western food, so she's in
the kitchen with Mom." Holly explained. Dad just smiled, and headed that
direction.

A few minutes later, we heard a knock at the door, and I got up to go
see who it was - and happy to find Diane and her parents. I invited them
in, and as they came in, Diane's mom told me "You mother invited us over
for supper, and to see your tree."

Once they'd hung up their coats, Diane's folks headed for the kitchen
while Diane and I hugged and kissed before going back into the den. Once
there, Diane and I got started talking with Holly to figure out what
else there was that we needed to do before Christmas. It didn't take
long to realize that all of us were done with our shopping, so there
wasn't anything left to do but simply enjoy ourselves.

I asked Diane and Holly if they'd managed to keep themselves amused
while Susan and I were at the mall, and both of them just gave me big
grins as they nodded their heads. I told them that I had a surprise for
everybody at supper, and they were immediately all over me, trying to
find out what it was. After a good five minutes of good-natured
badgering, I still hadn't told them, so they finally gave up - if
reluctantly.

We were just sitting there when Susan came in with a pleased smile on
her face to tell us that supper was ready. When we got to the dining
room, we saw that she and Mom had prepared beef stroganoff for all of
us. As we sat down, Mom quietly announced that Susan had done all the
cooking - with only a little help from her. Susan blushed, but the smile
on her face grew even wider.

The food was dished out, and all of us told her that it was delicious -
it was - making her blush again; something that prompted Dad to tease
her "You keep blushing like that, Susan, and you're going to run out of
blood!" - causing all of us to join in with her pleased laughter. I
embarrassed her even more when I showed everyone the photo of Susan
sitting on Santa's lap.

After supper, Holly and I cleaned up while the rest went into the den to
look at the tree. As had become another tradition in our house, once the
tree was up, each person would put their gifts under it when there
wasn't anyone watching; so there was a small pile of  packages already
under it - those from Mom and Dad almost certainly, and probably those
from Holly and Diane. I planned to wait until Christmas eve, after
everyone had gone to sleep.

When everyone had had a chance to look the tree over again, we decided
that it would be fun to go out and look at the Christmas decorations
people had put up on their houses. There were too many of us to fit into
one car, so it was decided that Mom and Dad and Diane's parents would
take one car; with me, Holly, Diane, and Susan in another.

Susan had seen decorations, of course, both in the stores and in TV
stories; but she'd never actually been out to see them in person, so she
was excited at the chance to see them first-hand. Outside, we decided to
take Holly's car; she and Susan would sit up front so Diane and I could
sit in back. Holly - in a stage whisper - told Susan "With both of them
in the back seat, there would STILL be room for two more people, the way
THEY sit next to each other!" - making all of us laugh.

We followed the other folks - in Diane's folks' car - to the first of
several neighborhoods that were famous in our area for their elaborate
decorations. As we idled along looking, Susan was amazed and delighted
at how elaborate and/or beautiful the different decorations were.

It was getting late when we finally made our way back home. Late enough,
in fact, that Diane's parents simply stopped in front of our house to
let Mom and Dad out before going on back to their house.

Inside, Mom made all of us a good-night cup of hot chocolate - with
Susan's help - and when we were done with it, we all made our way to
bed.

The next morning, with nothing pressing to do, the girls and I went
outside to play in the snow. First thing to happen was a free-for-all
snowball fight that quickly deteriorated to all the girls throwing
snowballs at me until I surrendered. With gender supremacy decided, then
next task was to build a snowman. Holly and Diane decided that he looked
lonely, so they got Susan to help them build a snowwoman - complete with
breasts, embarrassing Susan a little - followed by a number of
snowchildren. My job, of course, was to collect the necessary materials
for them to work with - snow not just from our yard, but from the
neighbors on either side, hats, scarves, and other accoutrements.

By the time we were done, it was close to lunch, and Mom came out to see
what we wanted to eat - casting a disapproving eye at the large-busted
snowwoman, but not saying anything.

None of us was really sure what we wanted until Susan tentatively
offered "Grilled cheese sandwiches?"

Her suggestion met with a landslide of approval, and Mom went back
inside while the rest of us got into another snowball fight - this one a
bit more even, with Diane siding with me against Holly and Susan. We
were all cold, wet, and ready to call a truce when Mom stuck her head
outside to tell us that lunch was ready. Mom just shook her head in
amusement as the four of us laughingly trooped back into the house,
jostling and teasing each other.

As we ate our sandwiches and soup - Mom correctly figuring that it would
be needed - Mom told us that one of the other volunteers for one of her
charities had called in sick, and she'd been asked to fill in. She'd be
gone most of the afternoon, but she'd be back in time for supper. Holly
got a thoughtful look on her face, and then had a whispered conversation
with Susan before asking if it would be possible for us to go out for
Chinese food that night. Mom looked doubtful, but Holly pointed out that
all we'd had so far had been American type food, and that Susan might
like something different. At that, Susan spoke up, saying that she
though Mom's cooking was delicious, and that we didn't have to go
anyplace special just because of HER. Mom just smiled, said that she
thought she could manage to live with a night off, and that Chinese food
sounded pretty good to her.

That settled, Mom left us to get her things and go fill in for the
missing volunteer.

We all teamed up to clean up from lunch, and while we were loading the
dishwasher, Diane told us that she wanted to make another pass through
the mall to make sure she hadn't forgotten anything or anyone - would
Susan like to go with her?

When Holly didn't say anything, I knew that the two of them had gotten
together and cooked up some plan. Susan accepted Diane's invitation, and
I said I'd be glad to take them to the mall and pick them up again, but
Holly told them that they could take her car - an offer Diane readily
accepted. By then, I knew something was up, and finally realized that
Diane was making sure that Holly and I would be alone together; and
right on the heels of that came the understanding that Holly wanted some
'personal' time with me - as in, for the two of us to make love.

Holly went out and got her car started while Diane and Susan waited
inside for a few minutes so it would have time to warm up for them. When
they judged that it had warmed up enough, they piled into the front seat
and left.

Back in the den, I was sitting at the end of the couch when Holly came
in and parked herself on my lap. I put my hands on her hips and told her
"You and Diane are about as subtle as a circus pony."

"What?" Holly asked, pretending she didn't know what I was talking
about.

"That little song and dance about Diane wanting to go to the mall, and
taking Susan with her. I know you, Holly, and if there's a mall visit
involved, you're one of the first in line. If you didn't want to go,
then it was because you wanted to stay here MORE - and I can only think
of one reason that you'd want to stay here with ME, just the two of us."

She blushed slightly and gave me a lopsided grin before answering "Okay,
we're busted. Diane and I have been having plenty of fun together, but I
got to missing YOU. You've been with Diane every night since you got
back, and with Susan staying in my room, I really can't sneak out for a
visit. So we came up with the mall thing as a way for me to get some
time with you."

"And it didn't occur to either one of you to let me know what was going
on?"

Surprised, Holly asked "You mean you don't want to...?"

I smiled and answered "Of course I want to. I'm just saying that it
would have been a nice gesture if you'd included me in your plans, or at
least told me what you wanted. Then I could play my part the way you
want me to, and not surprise you."

Holly smiled and replied "Yeah, I can understand that. You did kind of
throw us a bit, when you offered to drive them to the mall - I guess we
should have figured you'd do that."

Taking my hands in hers, Holly went on to say "Okay, next time, we'll
make sure we let you know when we plan to get you to jump one of us"
before moving my hands up to cover her breasts as she leaned forward to
give me a kiss.

I could feel her nipples hardening under my thumbs - she'd apparently
detoured to her room to take her bra off - as Holly's lips parted in
invitation for me to do the same. I did, and our tongues were soon
dancing in each other's mouths

When our lips finally parted, I used my hands to slide her blouse up,
exposing her breasts. As she felt the air across her nipples, Holly
leaned forward again, making her breasts even with my face. I paused a
few moments to take in the sight of them: they'd noticeably grown since
the last time I'd seen them, though they were still generally conical,
and tipped with small rose-pink areolas and nipples. Having memorized
this improvement in her anatomy, I didn't delay any longer taking one of
her breasts in my mouth and softly sucking on it as I ran my tongue
across her nipple, feeling it harden even more. Holly put her hands
behind my head, pulling me closer to her chest in encouragement to
continue - which I did, with the other breast. Back and forth I went,
giving each the attention it so richly deserved. By the time I had the
ends of both her breasts at full attention, Holly was slowly rocking in
my lap in her arousal.

I finally released the tip of Holly's breast from my mouth, and waited,
looking up into her face. When she realized that I had stopped, she
opened her eyes and looked back at me. Once I had her attention, I asked
"Where do you want to do this?"

Without hesitation, she answered "My room!"

I scooted forward on the couch in preparation for getting up. I thought
Holly would slide off my lap, but she surprised me by pivoting slightly
and wrapping her legs around my waist before asking "Carry me?"

I just smiled, and struggled to my feet - Holly wasn't exactly small,
and it took more than a little effort to get to a standing position.
Once there, though, I reached down to hold her ass in my hands to help
support her weight as I made my way to the stairs, then on up and to her
room. After we were inside, Holly removed one arm from around my neck
and pushed her bedroom door closed. With our privacy assured, I carried
her over to her bed and managed to get us onto it - Holly on her back,
me still over her with her legs and arms wrapped around me.

She didn't seem inclined to turn loose of me until I pointed out to her
"It's going to be kinda tough to get anything going here with all these
clothes on..."

At that, she giggled and turned loose of me. I started to move away so I
could take my clothes off, but Holly had other ideas.

"Just lay down, on your back", she directed. As I did, she moved off the
bed, standing next to it as she quickly shed clothing. In less than a
minute, she was as naked as the she was born, though a LOT better
looking. She stood still for a few moments, letting me look her over
before she climbed back on the bed with me. The first thing she did was
reach for my waist, where she quickly had my belt and pants unfastened.
Following that, she soon had my zipper undone - which was something of a
relief, because the sight of her standing there naked had started to get
me hard.

When Holly discovered that fact, she got a mischievous grin on her face,
and quickly pulled my pants and underwear down far enough to free my
rapidly-inflating penis - then wrapped her hand around it to hold it
steady as she quickly took the head of it in her mouth. She went after
me with enthusiasm, and it wasn't long before I was fully erect and
glistening with her saliva. Finally satisfied that she had me completely
ready, Holly let me fall from her lips to tell me "Lift your hips, so I
can get your pants off!"

I did as commanded, and Holly started pulling my bunched pants and
shorts down my legs. As they got close to my knees, Holly's face was
again close to where my erection was waving in the air. With a glint in
her eye, she took it back into her mouth and started softly sucking on
it as she first used her hands, then her legs and feet, to push my
clothes the rest of the way down and past my feet.

With the bottom half of me bare, her next job was to get the other half
in the same state. Releasing me from her mouth, Holly moved to straddle
my hips, the hot, wet opening to her womanhood pressing my penis against
my belly. Rubbing herself along the bottom of it, she reached out to
start unfastening the buttons of my shirt. When she was done with that,
I lifted my body up enough for her to slide it off my shoulders. Then,
by rolling toward one side then the other, she managed to get it down my
arms and out from under me, leaving me as naked as she was.

Looking down to where she was continuing to slide herself along my
length, I saw that her labia were fully extended and her clitoris was
erect and visible. The entire underside of my penis was awash in her
fragrant essences and I could feel the smooth globes of her ass flexing
against my thighs as she moved herself back and forth.

A minute later, Holly apparently decided that she'd had enough of that,
and started to move herself down to where she could take me in her mouth
again. I caught her arm with my hand, and said "Me, too!" when she
looked up at me. A big grin split her face before she happily pivoted
around so that her crotch was aimed at my face. After a little minor
adjustment, each of us was face-to-face (so to speak) with the other's
sex.

Holly didn't delay to wrap her lips around my penis again, but I took a
few moments to look at the flower of her sex - marveling yet again at
how something so fragile and delicate could bring such pleasure. I saw
that her pubic hair was a trifle thicker than the last time I'd seen it
- but not by a lot - and still the same slightly curly tangle of rust
red. It had also expanded a little, too, covering more of her pudendum
and lower belly than it had before. There in the middle of it, her
medium-thick labia were well-parted, the entrance to her vagina easily
visible - and thoroughly drenched with her lubrication.

Lifting my head slightly, I extended my tongue and ran it between her
vaginal lips, tasting the fresh, salty-musky flavor of her. As I did,
Holly released a soft moan of arousal and pleasure; the vibrations of it
echoed through my erect penis, stimulating me tremendously. It didn't
take long before each of us was enthusiastically trying to bring as much
pleasure as we could to the other - and doing a damn fine job of it.

Holly 'won' the first round when a combination of suction, tongue- and
lip-pressure, and a twisting motion of her head combined to bring me to
the edge of ecstasy - and beyond. I filled her mouth to overflowing with
my jism, forcing her to swallow what she had before any more of it
leaked from between her lips. In return, I combined gentle, rhythmic
sucking on her clitoris while fluttering my tongue across it to freeze
her in place as wave after wave of orgasmic delight washed over her.
When her release was over, she literally collapsed on top of me in
relief.

Even though I was feeling pretty weak myself, I managed to get her
turned around and laid out on the bed next to me, where I could hold her
in my arms as both of us panted our way toward recovery. To help her
focus - and because I wanted to touch her! - I used one hand to trace
random patterns along her body, from shoulders to knees. Just as I'd
been the first time I'd been privileged to touch her that way, I was
both delighted and amazed at the smoothness of her skin, and how clear
and soft it was.

I knew Holly was back in the land of the coherent when I heard her say
"So, copping a feel when I'm helpless, huh?"

I looked at her and smiled, answering "Well, you'd do the same to me if
you had the chance, wouldn't you?"

She grinned back and replied "Damn right I would!" - causing both of us
to chuckle.

A few moments later, she found the energy to capture my hand as it
passed over one of her breasts and held it there, telling me "I like it
when you touch me like that - but I like it when you touch me like THIS
even more."

So we laid there, my hand cupping her breast as we slowly got the rest
of our breathing under control, and our energy back. We were comfortable
enough with each other that it didn't seem unusual to either one of us
when I asked her how things were going in school, did she have any new
boyfriends, and so on. She'd long ago started confiding in me about the
things that she didn't think she could talk to Mom and Dad about, and
always listened to the opinions and thoughts I had on the different
subject and problems she brought to me. That's not to say that she
always did as I suggested, though.

In any event, the two of us spent the next little while just talking to
each other, despite the otherwise intimate situation we were in. As I'd
expected, Holly had a couple of things troubling her, and together we
figured out a way to minimize them. She was doing well in school except
for one class that she and Diane were BOTH having trouble with; she
promised to give some thought to the idea of the two of them going to
the teacher to see if there was anything he had to suggest that would
help them - other than studying their books more, which Holly swore both
of them were doing, even more than they did for their other classes.
She'd gone out with one of the guys from school a few times, but he'd
started pressuring her for sex, so she'd dropped him like a hot rock;
and then warned all the other girls what he was like. There was another
guy she kind of liked, but thought he was a little nerdy. I pointed out
to her that I'd been thought of as a little nerdy, too, and that gave
her something to think about.

By the time we got through talking like that, both of us had pretty much
recovered from our previous exertions. We were at the point of talking
about what we thought of some of the new music we'd heard when I felt
Holly move to take my penis in her hand. As we continued to talk, she
would softly squeeze and pull on it, stimulating me to semi-erectness. I
knew that she wouldn't be touching me that way unless she was ready for
me to do something similar to her, so I let my hand drift down from her
breast to her pelvis, where my fingertips started tracing lazy patterns
through her pubic hair as we continued to talk.

In time with the slow - but steady - hardening of my penis, I expanded
the range of my touch at Holly's pelvis; one of my fingers tracing the
delicate shapes of her inner vaginal lips, dipping between them every so
often to press gently against the entrance to her vagina, and softly
stroking the hard nubbin of her clitoris. It wasn't much longer before
both of us were having trouble maintaining the thread of our
conversation.

It was after I'd lowered my head so Holly and I could share a long,
loving kiss that she decided enough was enough: pushing on my shoulder
so that I'd roll over onto my back, she quickly scrambled around to
assume the position she'd been in when we'd gotten each other off so
completely. The difference was that each of us was only interested in
sampling the other's 'wares' for a few seconds before she turned around
again and straddled my hips, facing me. My penis was shiny with her
saliva, and the area between her labia glistened with the mix of her
oils and my saliva - both of us were as lubed up as need be for what was
next.

Reaching between her thighs, Holly took my erection in her hand and rose
up. After sliding the head along her cleft to thoroughly coat it with
her oils, she held it against her opening and slowly used her weight to
impale herself on it. When nearly a third of me was inside her, she
released her grip on me and leaned forward to put her hands on my chest
- using her arms to support her body as she took more and more of me
inside her. Only when she felt her firm ass resting against my thighs
did she open her eyes to look at me, a broad grin on her face as she
said "THAT is what I've been missing!"

I grinned back and answered "Now that you mention it, I've kind of
missed it, too!" before reaching up to cup her breasts in my hands, my
thumbs rubbing her erecting nipples. She closed her eyes again as she
concentrated on the sensations she was feeling - not just from my hands
on her breasts, but having me inside her, as well.

A few moments later, I felt her start moving herself on me - in small,
fraction-of-an-inch movements at first, and then quickly expanding them
to allow nearly half my manhood slide between the fleshy gates of her
womanly portal.

We made love like that for quite some time - Holly on top of me, slowly
sliding herself up and down my erection. Any time she started to feel a
little tired, she'd get me completely inside her, and rest - giving me
ample opportunity to play with her breasts, lick and suck on them, and
for the two of us to share lengthy, deeply loving kisses.

The longer our lovemaking like that went on, the more frequently Holly
felt the need to rest; is was after we'd checked each other's tonsils
that I finally asked her if she'd like me to take over for a little
while. She grinned, and said that as a matter of fact, yes, she WOULD
like that. She followed that by telling me that she wanted us to take
our time and go slow - she wanted to enjoy the feeling of having me
inside her for a while before we finished. When I suggested that we do
it doggie-style, she readily agreed and lifted herself off of me. As I
got to my knees, she turned to the side and positioned herself for my
entry. Before I moved close, though, I took the time to look at the view
she was presenting me: her tight, firm ass pointed up in the air and the
dark pink entrance to her vagina open and glistening in the midst of the
darkly matted curls of her soft bush.

The sight of her like that caused an involuntary twitch in my penis,
reminding me that she was there for ME. I moved in behind her, and after
caressing the smooth globes of her delightfully curved ass, positioned
the head of my still-slick erection between her labia. Holding myself
steady, I arched my hips, easily sliding through the tight ring of her
entrance and on to fill her tight sheath in a single stroke. I put my
hands on her hips and held her steady as I pressed myself forward even
more, trying to get as much of my penis inside her as I could - and
gained perhaps another half inch. We stayed like that for a minute,
perhaps two, both of us savoring the sensations created by our
incestuous union.

Finally, though, both of us felt the need to have me moving in her. I
backed myself out of her until only the head of my erection was inside
her, then pushed forward again slowly - both of us again delighting in
the sensation of my manhood filling her. Another withdrawal, followed by
a slightly faster thrust. Then again, a little faster. Then faster
still. After a couple of minutes, I was pistoning in and out of her
steadily - fast enough for both of us to enjoy the feeling of our
lovemaking, but not so fast as to stimulate either of us too much. The
position we were in, and the pace of our lovemaking, were easy and
comfortable for me, and we continued on that way for several minutes
before Holly lowered her body to rest on her elbows. The change in her
position brought a slight difference in the way she felt around me; and
apparently, changed the way I felt to her: after a minute or so, I could
hear that her breathing had quickened a little, and I could feel her
getting even wetter around me. I knew that these were both signs that
she was getting more aroused, and confirmed it with a brief read of her
thoughts. I had to admit that the way she felt as my penis slid in and
out of her was having a similar effect on me - it wasn't making love to
make it last, any more, it was making love to get off.

Another minute, and there wasn't any doubt: both of us were definitely
moving closer and closer to our climaxes. Holly realized it, too, and
finally told me "Dammit, Mike, this feels too good! It was nice while it
lasted, but now I want to finish!"

"Me, too!" I managed to gasp out.

"Let's do it, then!" she encouraged - not that I needed it.

Reaching into her mind again, I found that even a small increase in the
pace of our lovemaking would get her off faster and harder. I loved
Holly, and wanted to make our time together as pleasant and satisfying
as I could - so I sped up, monitoring her mind until I found the speed
that pleased her the most. It also did a pretty good job of pleasing me,
too.

A few more minutes, and both of us were on the home stretch - gasping
and moaning, covered with a fine sheen of perspiration. Holly had a
double handful of her bedcovers, kneading them as she groaned out her
steadily increasing pleasure and arousal; the liquid sounds of our
joining were partially interrupted by my grunts as I continued to thrust
myself into her.

Finally, I couldn't put it off any longer, and I held Holly's hips tight
as I pushed myself deep inside her for several long, hard strokes before
trying to bury myself in her as the first wad of my cum blasted against
her insides. That was all that Holly needed, and she shrieked her
pleasure as I felt her tighten around me even more with the onset of her
orgasm. The clenching of her hot, wet vagina around my penis was
incredible, and the second shot of my semen rocketed out of me nearly as
hard as the first, and was quickly followed by a third. With each
addition of my cum to her hot insides, Holly would cry out her pleasure
before another spasm of her orgasm choked off her breath.

After the last of my spunk had dribbled out the end of my penis, I was
still hard, and I held myself inside Holly as she continued to
experience a series of gradually-decreasing aftershocks. By the time
they ended, my penis had softened enough that it pulled free of her as
she managed a controlled collapse onto her bed. I wasn't in much better
shape, but somehow got myself laying next to her, where I put an arm
across her back and a leg across  hers, holding her close as both of us
tried to get our breathing something close to normal.

After a couple of minutes, Holly managed to lift herself up enough to
turn her head toward me - and on her face and in her eyes, I could see
the happiness and pleasure that I'd been able to bring her. She mouthed
the words "I love you", and I smiled and told her "I love you, too,
pumpkin", making her smile.

We lay there a few more minutes, happy to simply have physical contact
and be able to look at each other before I felt Holly move her hips
around a little.

"Icky?" I asked.

She nodded, and I asked "Want me to get a towel and clean you up a
little?"

She smiled, and nodded again. I got up and went into the bathroom,
returning a minute later with the necessary towel and having added a
damp washcloth. She managed to turn over onto her back on her own, and
lay there passively as I first used the damp washcloth to clean up the
outside, then tucked the towel under her to soak up any further
overflow. When I was done, I rinsed the washcloth out and left it in the
hamper to be washed.

When I got back to her room, Holly had changed position a bit. After she
saw me, she indicated that she wanted me to lie back down with her,
which I did. Once she was in my arms again, she looked up at me and gave
me one of her patented I Love You smiles before telling me "Michael, you
are such a dear. You always make me feels so good, and you're always so
thoughtful and gentle afterwards. If you weren't my brother, I'd be
fighting with Diane to see which one of us got to make love with you the
most!"

I smiled back, and told her "And if you weren't my sister, I'd be
fighting with Diane to see which one of us got to make love with YOU the
most!", making her giggle.

We lay there snuggling a little while longer before we finally decided
that we needed to clean up and get dressed. By that time, both of us
were fully recovered, and we had a happy time showering, and 'helping'
each other get dressed.

We were downstairs in the den, watching a movie on video cassette when
Diane and Susan got back from the mall. I don't think either one of us
was surprised when Diane came in with a couple of small bags, evidence
that she'd found something to buy. When she saw us, Diane gave us a
small, private smile; Susan didn't seem to think that the situation was
anything other than me and Holly having some quiet brother and sister
time.

The four of us finished watching the movie, and were rewinding it when
Mom got home; followed a few minutes later by Dad. Dad looked at all of
us, and then pointedly stared at me when he asked "Does anyone know
anything about the snow people out in the yard? And particularly, about
Misses Frosty?"

"I wasn't the sculptor, Dad, just the sculptors go-fer."

Dad looked over at Diane and Holly, both of them grinning at him. He
sighed, and said "On the way in, I got a couple of comments from the
neighbors. Nobody's upset or complaining, but I think once Misses Frosty
has melted, she doesn't need to be replaced, okay?"

Holly and Diane both sobered up a little at that, and nodded their
understanding.

A few seconds later, Mom came in and let him know what the plan was for
supper, and he cheerfully agreed. A while later, when all of us were
ready to eat, we piled into Dad's car (Mom, Dad, Holly, and Susan) and
my truck (me and Diane) and made our way to our favorite Chinese place,
China Garden. Inside, we were quickly shown seats and given our menus.
While we were deciding what we wanted, Holly explained to Susan that we
usually wound up ordering a lot of different things, and sharing. Susan
smiled, and told us that that was how Vietnamese families ate: several
different dishes that the whole family ate from.

Reassured that we weren't doing anything that was going to make Susan
uncomfortable, we were all ready when the waitress showed up to take our
orders. When she was gone, Dad turned to Susan and asked "Susan, I hope
you'll forgive my ignorance, but I'm curious to know if you have any
idea of what nationality our waitress is."

Susan looked at her - she was at another table nearby - for a few
moments, then turned back and answered "I'm sure she is ethnic Chinese -
but I don't think she is from China. From the way she is dressed, and
the jewelry she is wearing, I think she is probably from Thailand. When
we first got to California, we tried eating in many different Oriental
restaurants, and in most of them, the owners were ethnic Chinese, but
from countries other than China. Even one of the Vietnamese restaurants
we went to was such a place - the owners were Indonesian Chinese,
serving American versions of what they thought Vietnamese food was."

That last statement had all of us baffled for a few moments before we
realized how ridiculous it was, and started laughing.

When the laughter died, Dad told her "I'm sorry if my question made you
uncomfortable, or made you think that I think all Asian people know each
other, or are the same. It is just that we have often wondered if this
was an 'authentic' Chinese food place, or just people from some other
Asian country. I simply thought that you would probably have more
experience with Oriental restaurants that we do." Even as Dad was saying
it, I realized that I'd been guilty of doing the same thing - if to a
lesser extent. I quietly resolved to learn better the first chance I
got.

Susan smiled, and told him "I understand. Yes, many people here in
America think that all Asian people are the same, and that we all know
each other. Of course, that is not the case, any more than all the
people from Europe, or even North America, know each other. I'm sorry to
say that I know that the people from most Oriental countries tend to
stay in groups of people from the same area - my own father is guilty of
doing so. That is why I am so ignorant of American customs, and American
ways of doing things - something that Mike has been very kind about
helping me correct. My own people are sometimes a mystery to me, so I
can only imagine what we must seem like to Americans. I do not take
offense at your questions; from the way you and your family and friends
have treated me, I know that you are kind people, and your questions are
honest and well intentioned. I think I am probably the first Oriental
person you have ever really gotten to know, just as you are the first
American family I have gotten to know; I think there are probably many
questions we have about each other, and I hope that both of us can learn
about each other in the little time we have together."

Dad nodded in his acceptance of what she'd just said before Mom told her
"Susan, I know that I don't know as much about the Orient as perhaps I
should - and I know even less about your country, and the terrible
things that happened there. If you want to talk about these things, then
I would like to hear them - good AND bad. And if you want to know
anything about our family or home or country, and I am able to answer, I
will tell you as best I can."

Susan smiled at Mom, and said "Thank you. But if you don't mind, I would
like to correct a small misunderstanding. Vietnam is not my country, any
more - THIS is. I am still Vietnamese, and I will always be from the
Vietnamese culture; but my country is America, now. I am a citizen, and
very happy to be one. As for the rest, I would be happy to tell you what
I remember of Vietnam - but I think it won't be so much, since we left
there when I was still very young."

About that time, our food arrived, and we all started digging in. Susan
was a willing participant in the various conversations that we had as we
ate, but I think all of us noticed that she didn't seem to enjoy the
food as much as we did.

When dinner was over, we finished our tea and all opened up the fortune
cookies we'd been given, sharing the different saying with each other.
Business in the place was starting to pick up, and we decided to leave
so the people waiting could have a table.

Back home, we were all in the den when Holly asked Susan "What did you
think of the China Garden? You said that your family tried a lot of
places when you first got to this country."

Susan thought a moment, and answered "I think maybe it's not as good as
many of the places that we went to in California. Please understand that
Chinese cooking is a little bit different, depending on where the
Chinese people are from - the local spices and such aren't always the
same everywhere. There is also a difference between the way most Asians
cook for themselves, and how they cook for Americans. I know that is
particularly true for Vietnamese food. In California, if we went into a
Vietnamese restaurant owned by another Viet family, we would be served
food that was different than what was given to the Americans. We were in
a refugee camp in Hong Kong for a little while, and the food we got
there was much different than what we had here."

"How so?" Mom asked.

Susan looked a little apologetic, but replied "Americans seemed to
prefer the sauces to be heavier and thicker, and they wanted their food
to be much hotter than we like when it got to their table. They also had
a different taste for the food than we do, so the food was prepared
differently. In Viet cooking, we prefer more vegetables and fish, and
less meat than is common in the American diet. We like the taste of
fresh stir-fried food, and most of the Americans seemed to like their
vegetables cooked longer than we normally would."

Mom nodded, and said "I think I understand what you're talking about, at
least a little. But since the only oriental kind of food we've ever had
has been from places like the China Garden, I have to guess that we
don't really know what real Oriental cooking is like."

Susan smiled, and said "If you would like, I would be happy to show you
how to cook Vietnamese food before I leave."

Mom reached out and touched Susan's arm as she answered "I would like
that very much."

There was a little pause, and Diane asked "If you don't mind, can you
tell us how you got out of Vietnam, and came here?"

Susan nodded, and proceeded to do so - telling us how, several months
after the fall of Saigon, they'd made their way to the coast, waiting
for an opportunity to escape. The country was under martial law, but
still chaotic, and they finally got the chance their father had been
waiting for - a fairly seaworthy boat with enough room for all of them.
When the time came, they had to sneak down to the beach, only to find
out that there were so many people going that the boat was going to be
overloaded. Her father had spent all of his money on the trip, so they
all climbed aboard despite his misgivings, and made their way out to
sea. There, they tried to motor and sail their way north to Hong Kong,
but with the boat overloaded, they ran out of fuel long before they got
anywhere close; and the winds at that time of year weren't consistent
enough for them to use as propulsion. They ran out of food about halfway
through the journey, and had been completely without water for three
days before a passing merchant vessel saw them. The merchant vessel
radioed in to the Hong Kong authorities, and the boat was towed into
port, where all the families were put into camps. They were given food
and water, but little else, while the Hong Kong authorities tried to
find permanent homes for all of them. After nearly a year and a half,
Susan's family received word that the United States would take them in;
but it was still several more months before they got all the necessary
paperwork and permissions to emigrate. They were initially settled into
Southern California, where they lived almost entirely within the
Vietnamese community. Her father found work, and later started a small
business. With the success of his business, they made enough money to
leave California and move to our state. Her father was partners with
another Vietnamese refugee, the two of them running a cleaning supply
business.

By the time she finished, Susan's face revealed the sadness she felt,
and none of us doubted that what she'd told us didn't even begin to
accurately describe the privations and horrors of what she'd been
through. Holly changed the subject by asking what Susan remembered about
living in Vietnam. That perked her up, and she started telling us about
some of her memories from that time - playing in old Buddhist temples,
the sight of Buddhist monks in the streets, going to school, the
different celebrations and festivals, and so on. All of us were glad to
see the smile on her face when she was done talking.

By then, it was getting late; Mom stood up and went over to where Susan
was sitting and leaned over to give her a kiss on the cheek before
telling her "I know that it must have been a long and scary trip for you
- but I'm glad you made it, and that you're here with us now, Susan."

Susan stood up, tears of happiness forming in her eyes, and hesitated
only briefly when Mom took her into her arms for a hug. Following that,
Holly and Diane both hugged her, too; followed by Dad and I. By the time
we were done, Susan was visibly crying and Diane and Holly moved in to
comfort her as they guided her upstairs to Holly's room. When they were
gone, Mom and Dad shared a look before Mom turned to me and said "I was
a little nervous about having her here for Christmas, at first. But
she's such a GOOD person, and after all that she's been through... Well,
I guess she's got something for all of us to learn about what it means
to be thankful. I'm glad she was able to visit us, Mike."

I saw Mom wipe a tear from her eye before she turned and left me and Dad
standing there. Dad looked at me for a few moments, and then said "I
figured it was going to be something different, having her here with us
during Christmas. I didn't really expect that we'd learn so much from
her; I only hope that we give back as much as she's given us."

"I think maybe we have, Dad. Holly and Diane have both told me how happy
she is to be here, and how proud she is that we pretty much treat her
like family." I answered.

"That's good to know, Mike. God knows, she deserves a happier life than
what she's already had" he answered, before turning to follow Mom
upstairs.

I went around to check the doors and turn off lights before heading up
to my bedroom - and not surprised to find it empty when I got there. I
had a pretty good idea of how much Holly and Diane cared for Susan, and
figured that Diane would stay with her as long as she was needed.

I got undressed and into bed, but couldn't get to sleep - I kept
thinking about all that Susan had told us that night. I simply couldn't
imagine having to go through everything that she had at MY age, never
mind doing it as young as she'd been. Hearing about all of it, I could
only imagine what it must have been like for her father and mother - and
that made it easier for me to understand why her dad was the way he was,
and to excuse - if not forgive - him for the way he sometimes came
across. I figured that if I had to worry about not just getting myself,
but my entire family, out of the kind of place that Vietnam must have
been like, I'd go through some personality changes, too.

I was still laying there when Diane came in, closing the door behind
her. Looking at her, I could see that she'd been crying, and I quickly
got up to take her in my arms and try to comfort her. I was surprised at
the ferocity in her voice as she started whispering a string of epithets
that ended with "Dirty, rotten, Commie bastards! What the hell kind of
'political' system is it that puts an innocent young girl THROUGH
something like that? Aunts and Uncles dead, others dragged off to god-
knows-where; her own family alive only because some lookout on some ship
happened to spot their tiny little boat on the whole, big ocean. But
after all that, despite the hell she's been through, she's still got it
in her to laugh and smile and just be the good person she is. I don't
know if I could come out of something like that anywhere near as well as
she has."

I hugged Diane, and told her "I know. I was laying there thinking about
the same things. Is she going to be okay?"

Diane pulled back a little bit, and looked up at me before saying "Yeah,
I guess you would think about that stuff. Susan? Sure, she's going to be
fine - we started out trying to make HER feel better, and it ended up
her telling US it was okay. Jeez, I don't know how she does it. I'll
tell you one thing, though - if anybody ever tried to tell me that
Communism is a GOOD thing, I'm going to rip their tongue out!"

I couldn't help smiling at the thought of Diane trying something like
that, and she seemed to read my mind, because she grinned and told me
"Okay, so maybe I wouldn't. But you can sure bet they'll hear what I
think about it!"

"I don't doubt it for a minute" I told her as I pulled her close for
another hug.

When we separated the second time, Diane finally realized that I was
standing there naked. She smiled at me and said "If you'll give me a
minute, the next hug can be a lot friendlier." I grinned back, and
didn't even pretend I wasn't watching her as she slipped out of her
dress, then the assorted stuff she had on underneath it.

Naked as I was, she stepped close to me again for another hug - and she
was right: it WAS friendlier that way.

When we were in bed and holding each other, Diane asked "After hearing
all that tonight, I'm not really in the mood for anything, if you don't
mind, Mike."

I hugged her, and answered "It's okay. I'm not either. It's enough to
just have you here."

Diane's only reply was to kiss me and snuggle closer. I don't think
either one of us got to sleep easily, though.

The next morning, after Dad left for work, Holly and Diane discovered
that Susan had never been sledding. They immediately decided to correct
that gross oversight, and dug out the sleds that Holly and I had been
given when we were younger. They wanted me to go along, but I claimed
there was something I still needed to do, so they let me off the hook.
Once the three of them were outfitted in boots, mittens, hats, and
anything else they thought might help keep them warm and dry - a wasted
effort, we all knew, but it had to be tried - they left for a collection
of hills not far from our house. I offered to drive them over, but they
said they weren't in any hurry, and wanted to walk. Mom insisted on
loading them up with a couple of large thermos bottles - one of hot
chocolate, the other of soup.

Once they were gone, I got in my truck and made my way to the main
branch of our library, where I spent the better part of the day reading
about the different cultures in Asia. Susan had glossed over the gross
ignorance of most Americans about that part of the world, and I was
determined not to share it.

Even with most of my day spent at the library, I still beat the three of
them home - if only by a few seconds. As I was getting out of my truck,
I saw the three of them turning the corner as they came toward our
house. They saw me, and commenced to hooting and cat-calling as they
came charging toward me. When they got close enough, I could see that
all three of them had met Mister Snowdrift more than once - but they'd
had so much fun and were in such good spirits that it simply didn't
matter as they started telling me about each other's (mis)adventures.

Finally, they all decided that it was time to go inside and warm up a
little. They shed their outdoor clothing, and as they all started
upstairs to change out of whatever was cold and wet on them, Mom
suggested that warm showers would probably be a good idea to take some
of the chill off. I could almost hear the gears clicking as Diane and
Holly looked at each other, but figured with Susan there, they wouldn't
take the chance of starting anything with each other.

A while later, the three of them swarmed downstairs, laughing and
giggling as they made their way into the kitchen to see if Mom had
anything for them to eat. It wasn't long until supper, so Mom didn't
have any trouble talking them into hot chocolate and a couple of cookies
each. With the promise of food and drink, they made their way into the
den where I was; a few minutes later, Mom brought in drinks and snacks
for all of us.

They were still telling me about all the fun they'd had when Dad got
home some time later. He stuck his head in the den, and was promptly
overwhelmed by the three of them welcoming him home, and telling him
about their day. I could see that Dad was glad that Susan had had such a
good time before he managed to get free of them and get his own welcome
home from Mom. After he left, Holly and Diane let Susan know what the
known events were for the next few days: our families would stay home
Christmas morning to open gifts, then Diane's folks would come to our
place for dinner. The next night, we'd go over to their place for
supper. Holly went on to explain that our families took turns on who
went where - next year, we'd go to Diane's for Christmas, and they'd
come over to our place for supper.

A bit later, Susan went in to see if she could help Mom with supper; a
request that was apparently granted since the three of us didn't see her
again until Mom let us know it was time to eat. In the mean time, Holly
and Diane told me that Susan had never been ice skating before, either,
so they wanted the three of us to take her to a local rink the next day,
and teach her. I agreed, and we got everything planned out.

After supper - baked chicken and fixings - Diane and I cleaned up while
everyone else went into the den to get things set up for a couple of
movies Dad had brought home. Diane and I went on to fix popcorn for
everyone, and joined them. The movies Dad had brought were 'Miracle on
34th Street' and 'It's a Wonderful Life', both big-time Christmas tear-
jerkers. By the time Jimmy Steward was running down the street wishing
everyone Merry Christmas, all three of the girls and Mom were crying -
and I have to admit to damp eyes, myself.

By the time the movies ended, it was time for bed. Dad had to go in to
work the next day, but not the day after, which was Christmas Eve. Diane
and I stayed behind to rewind the tapes - and make out a little - when
the rest of them went upstairs to go to bed.

As we were waiting, I told Diane "I saw the look you and Holly gave each
other when Mom said all of you should take a hot shower after you were
sledding."

Diane grinned at me, and said "Who? Us?"

I grinned back, and said "Yeah, you - both of you."

"Well, I'll have you know that both of us behaved ourselves quite
nicely, thank you - even after we talked Susan into showering with us.
All in the interest of saving time, you understand."

I looked at Diane in surprise, and she laughed at the expression on my
face before telling me "Yes, all three of us took a warm-up shower
together. Susan was a little nervous at first, but she got into the
spirit of it quick enough once we got started."

I could only sit there, trying to visualize all three of them naked and
slippery with soapsuds. Diane and Holly, sure, that was easy enough; it
was the addition of Susan that was throwing me off.

Diane laughed at the way I looked, and said "You'll be happy to know - I
think! - that the rest of her body is as pretty as what you've already
seen. She's got this scar on her back that she's a little ashamed of,
but other than that, she's beautiful. Her tits aren't as big as mine or
Holly's, but that's pretty obvious, even with clothes on. But what you
can't see is that they're such a nice shape, and SO firm. She's got tiny
little nipples, and her hair - you know, between her legs - is just a
small patch, and real thin."

"And you know her tits are so firm... how?"

Diane smiled and answered "Because we were helping each other warm up in
the shower, silly. Two of us teamed up to help wash and warm up the
other one, then it was someone else's turn. Susan didn't mind us
touching her, and she took a little longer cleaning MY tits than she had
to - and I think she did the same thing for Holly, too."

Despite the image of the three of them playing with each other in the
shower that kept crowding into my mind, I asked Diane "Why are you
telling me all this?"

She just gave me a look that let me know I was being dense before
answering "Because Susan is getting a crush on you, you big dummy."

I must have looked as stunned as I felt, because Diane laughed, and said
"Yes, you idiot, she's either getting, or already has, a crush on you.
Didn't you know?"

I just shook my head, and Diane went on "We were resting from sledding,
and just sitting there drinking some of the soup your mom made for us,
and we got started talking about guys. Of course, all I could talk about
was you, and Susan finally started talking about you, too - how nice
you'd been, and how polite and everything, and even how you'd been so
respectful of her dad, even when he was yelling at you and trying to
bully you. The way she was talking about you, and the way she keeps
asking us questions about you; well, I'd be willing to be cash money
that she's got a crush on you, whether she knows it or not. You don't
see the way she looks at you, sometimes - but Holly and I have, and
believe me, you have DEFINITELY got her attention."

I looked at Diane in concern - the last thing in the world I wanted to
do was lose her - and she laughed again before telling me "It's okay,
Mike. Us women, we're always pleased when another woman shows an
interest in our man, as long as she's nice about it, like Susan is. I
know you're not trying to hustle her into bed - though I don't think I'd
mind too much if she did wind up there, as long as it wasn't more than
once or twice - and I'm okay with the two of you studying together, and
even going places together while you're at school. She's so sweet and
nice, I understand how you like to be with her, and I'm not jealous."

I could only sit there and blink for a few seconds before I managed to
ask "You're not mad at me?"

Diane just smiled, and said "Why should I be mad? She likes you - well,
loves you, I think - for the same reasons I do. And you like her for the
same reasons the rest of us do - what is there for me to be mad about?
Sure, if you dumped me for her, I'd be mad as hell - but I know that you
love me and wouldn't do that. And so you don't have to ask, yes, I said
I wouldn't mind too much if it happened that the two of you made love. I
know you're not going to be the one to try and make it happen, and if
she comes out of her shell enough to want to find some of the happiness
I know she deserves by being with you, then I can't hold that against
her. God knows, she's long overdue for more happiness than she'd gotten
so far in her life; and I know that if you made love with her, she'd
definitely be happy afterwards."

I just sat there, stunned, while Diane retrieved the second rewound
video tape and put it in its box. When she was done, she smiled at me
and took me by the hand telling me "Come on, Mike. It's time for bed,
remember?" before leading me upstairs.

Once inside my room, we quickly undressed and got into bed - where we
made slow, gentle love with each other before falling asleep.

The next day was an amusing adventure for all four of us. Susan was
willing to learn to skate, and Holly and Diane were good teachers.
Still, it took a while before Susan got the hang of it. All of us -
Susan included - had plenty of chances to laugh at the spills that
usually left her rubbing her backside when she was vertical again. By
the time we were done, she'd learned the technique of keeping herself
upright and in control. She wasn't anywhere near being a threat to
Dorothy Hamil, but she was firmly in control as she looped around the
outside edge of the rink.

As we were taking our skates off in preparation for going home, Susan
said something about her butt being sore. I couldn't pass up the
opportunity, and told her "That's okay. Holly and Diane fell down a lot
when they were learning, too. Of course, it probably didn't hurt them as
much, since they've got so much more padding than you do."

It took Susan a second to get it, but when she did, she started laughing
at the mildly outraged looks Diane and Holly were giving me. They knew I
was teasing them, of course, and Susan's laughter soon had them laughing
along with her. Finally, Holly told me "Michael, you are SO going to pay
for that!", followed by Diane's "You are in SUCH trouble with me,
Mister!" - prompting more laughter from Susan and me.

Over supper - which Susan had helped with - we told Mom and Dad about
what we'd done that day. Holly and Diane pretended to be upset with me
when I repeated Susan's comment about her sore butt, and what I'd told
her about Holly and Diane. Mom and Dad both laughed, and the rest of us
joined in.

During supper, Diane had reminded everyone that her folks had invited us
over that evening. After Holly and I had cleaned up, we decided to walk
the couple of blocks to Diane's house - me with a small knapsack
containing a change of clothes; Diane had let me know that I was
expected to stay the night. Everybody but Susan knew what was going on,
and if Susan didn't know, she was simply too polite to ask.

Once at Diane's house, we were quickly invited in and got our chance to
see the tree her folks had bought, and how they'd decorated it. Susan
was invited up to see Diane's room while Holly and I stayed in their
family room with our folks. When Diane and Susan got back we all decided
that a rousing game of Monopoly was needed. With eight of us playing, it
took a while before people started getting pushed out of the game. Susan
had a blast, finishing second behind Diane's dad. When the game was
over, it was pretty late, and Mom and Dad decided that it was probably
time to go home. Holly agreed, as did Susan. After they left, Diane and
I stayed up a little longer with her folks, talking about how I was
doing at school, what they thought of Susan (consistently good in all
respects), and so on.

When we were all caught up, Diane's folks wished us a good night and
said they'd see us in the morning. Diane and I stayed up a little
longer, talking about our plans for the future, but finally followed
their example and went to bed.

The next morning, Diane's mom made breakfast for all of us, and after we