Next Door Neighbor by Dorsai

Copyright (c) 2003 - Dorsai


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It started out just a few weeks after I moved into my new apartment -
working from home, I get the chance to learn a little more about my
neighbors than usual. For example, it was only a week or so before I met
my next-door neighbor, and learned that she was divorced, and had a 12-
year-old daughter, plus two sons, 7 and 3 years old. I'd seen the kids,
of course, but was happy learn that the young vixen I'd seen around the
complex lived so close - and that her name was Robyn. I knew the girl
was young, but I frequently saw her walking around in VERY tight jeans
(her ass was a little large for her size, but nice and firm) and snug
shirts (snug enough to show that she had orange-size breasts); she had a
very pretty face with medium-length dark, curly hair. Even though I knew
not to even get close to her, I still couldn't help but think about
jumping her sexy little body.

After that first conversation, I'd continue to chat a little with her
mother whenever we saw each other outside. One time, she mentioned that
Robyn had a report to write, and she needed to do an extra-good job with
it so as to bring her grades up a bit. I offered to let Robyn use my
computer and word processor, and print the report out on my laser
printer - I was pretty much caught up with my work, and wouldn't need to
be doing anything while Robyn did her report. Her mother agreed that it
was okay with her, and said that when Robyn came home, she'd ask if she
wanted to use the computer.

About 6:30 that night, Robyn knocked on my door, and asked if my offer
to let her use the computer was still good. I said that it was, invited
her in, and got her seated at the computer desk in the living room. I
got the computer fired up and the word processor loaded, and showed her
the most basic commands, like cut-and-paste. I then told her that I'd be
right there in the living room reading a book, and that if she had any
problems or questions, not to hesitate to ask me. She agreed, and I left
her there while I went over and started back in on my book. After a few
minutes, she said that she was thirsty, and asked if I had anything to
drink; when I ran down the options, she said she'd like a Coke, so I got
her one, and went back to my book. A couple hours later, she'd finished
her report, so I showed her how to use the spell checker, and then the
grammar checker. When she'd corrected the problems these had found, I
showed her how to print out her report, which she did. After she'd gone
over the report printout, she asked me a few questions about the
computer, then said that she had to get home because the next day was a
school day. I said "fine", and shut down the computer as she collected
her things, before opening the door for her to leave.

The next day, her mother stopped by for a few minutes to thank me for
letting Robyn use the computer. I told her it really wasn't any problem,
and that if Robyn needed to do anything like that again, I'd be glad to
let her use the computer again, assuming I wasn't too far behind on my
schedule. She thanked me, and admitted to me that she'd been a little
worried about letting Robyn go inside my apartment alone; but that Robyn
had told her what I had done and said, and that she was comfortable with
letting Robyn visit me.

A few days later, it was raining (as my grandmother used to say) "like a
cow pissing on a flat rock", and I saw that Robyn was soaking wet and
sitting outside her apartment door. I stuck my head out, and asked her
why she didn't go inside, and was told that she'd forgotten her key, and
the apartment manager wasn't in for her to get a spare. I told her that
she could come into my apartment to dry off and get warm, if she wanted.
She thought about it for a second, and then agreed. When she got inside,
I had her wait for a bit just inside the door, while I went and got a
large bath towel, which I wrapped around her. I had her take off her wet
sneakers and socks, gave her a pair of my athletic socks (which fit her
like socks on a chicken), and told her that she could go into the
bathroom and use the towels there to dry off and get some of the rain
out of her clothing. She seemed a bit hesitant, but I told her that it
was okay, that I'd still be in the living room working on the computer -
and the bathroom door locked, anyway. She smiled at that, and off she
went into the bathroom. After about 15 minutes, she came back out, with
her clothes appreciably dryer than before. She also had a couple of
towels in one hand, and asked me what she should do with them - I took
them from her, and dropped them into the laundry hamper. When I got back
into the living room, I noticed that she had some things in her other
hand, and when I asked if she wanted to put them somewhere to dry, she
blushed furiously - only then did I realize that they were her bra and
panties. She was still a bit damp, and just standing there, so I went
and got her another towel, laid it on a chair, and told her to go ahead
and sit down. Then, I went into the kitchen and started some water for
tea. While waiting for the water to boil, I went back in and told her
that if she wanted to watch some TV or listen to the stereo, she could,
but that she'd have to keep the sound down so I could finish up my work
on the computer.

She agreed, and I gave her the remote for the TV; she quickly found some
afternoon cartoons which we both watched and laughed at until the tea
kettle started whistling. I made us both some tea, brought her a cup,
and then took mine over to drink while I finished my work. While I was
working, she was very careful to keep the sound down, even muting the TV
when commercials came on.

After an hour or so, she came over to see what I was doing; and when she
walked up next to me I turned to see what she wanted, and was greeted by
the sight of her still-damp shirt clinging to her breasts - and her
hard, dark nipples peeking through the material. I instantly started to
get hard, and it was a few moments before I was able to tear my eyes
away from her chest and look at her face. She obviously noticed where
I'd been looking, because she blushed a little and then pushed her chest
out a little more - which pulled my eyes right back down! I enjoyed the
view for a few seconds, then looked back into her eyes, and asked her
"What's goin' on?". She said that she'd just come over to see what I was
working on, and try to learn a little bit about what I did on the
computer.

I told her that I was a free-lance programmer, and that most of what I
did would probably seem pretty boring. She asked me what it was like
working for myself, and I told her that it wasn't as much fun as she
might think, but that I enjoyed being able to shuffle my schedule around
to suit myself, and not having to answer to a boss anywhere near as
often. She laughed a little bit, and asked if she could watch me as I
worked. I said it was OK with me, but cautioned her against interrupting
me. She agreed, and pulled a chair up so that she could see what I was
doing, but not be in the way. I went back to work, and really never
noticed she was there except for a couple times when she got up to put
her teacup in the kitchen, and when she went to get rid of the tea she'd
drank.

An hour or so later, we heard her mother come home, so she thanked me
for letting her get warm and dry off, and I told her it was no problem.
She went back to her apartment, and a few minutes later, her mother came
over to thank me for letting Robyn get in out of the rain. She said that
when she'd seen Robyn wearing only her shirt and carrying her bra and
panties, she'd started to panic a bit, but when Robyn told her where
she'd been and what I'd done (and more importantly, NOT done), she felt
better about it. I told her that it wasn't any problem, and that if I
had any kids in the same situation, I'd trust her to do the same. That
seemed to reassure her some more, so she thanked me again, and left.

Over the next few weeks, we had several more rainstorms, and sometimes
Robyn would forget her key, and I'd let her in my apartment while she
waited for her mother to get home. A couple of times, Robyn would be
drenched again, and I'd send her into the bathroom to dry herself off
and get some of the water out of her clothes. It seemed that every time
I did that, she'd come out of the bathroom, and make it a point to let
me see that she wasn't wearing a bra, and how her nipples stuck out from
her shirt. I'd look, of course, but never said anything, and didn't try
to grab her or touch her in any way. When I was caught up on my project,
I'd sit and talk to her, usually explaining different things about the
computer or technology, or answering questions she had about different
things. The things that she'd want to talk about would range from
little-girl-ish to fairly mature woman. Gradually, as she got to trust
me more and more, and understood that I wasn't going to tell her mother
anything she said to me, she'd discuss things with me that were
distinctly personal.

Finally, one afternoon, she had stopped by just to visit, and while we
were talking, she brought up the subject of sex. She'd kind of hinted
around it before, and I'd always respond to her comments or questions
honestly, but politely (not using 'slang' terms for different things).
This time was different though - she told me straight out that although
her mother had told her a little "about the birds and bees - UGH!", she
really didn't understand what it was all about. I asked her what she
meant, and she said that she understood the physical part of it about
how babies were made and so on, but didn't really know what to think
about "well, the rest of it - you know!". I asked her if there was
something she was bothered about, or wanted to know, and after a few
seconds of "um" and "uh", she finally came out and told me that one of
the boys at school "he's SOOOOOO cute!" was trying to get her to go out
with him, and be his girlfriend - and that he was pressuring her to have
sex with him. I asked her what about his other girlfriends, and she said
that he'd had several different girlfriends, but that he'd broken up
with all of them. I asked her why he'd broken up with so many
girlfriends, and she said that she didn't really know. I suggested that
she find out, and then decide. She asked me why, and I told her that it
sounded to me as though all he was really after was to have sex with her
- that it sounded as though he was "collecting cherries". She asked what
I meant, and I told her that there were some boys that enjoyed making
out with a lot of different girls, and even being the one to have sex
with them the first time, but that once they'd gotten a girl in bed,
they'd lose interest in her, and go out to find another one. Then, Robyn
admitted that she'd heard some rumors that some of the other girls had
gone to bed with this boy, too, but that others had refused. So I told
her that it might be interesting to find out when he'd broken up with
the girls that were rumored to have gone to bed with him. She thought
about that for a minute, and said "Yeah - you're right." Then she asked
me if

I thought she was wrong for thinking about having sex with the boy. I
told her that I only thought it was wrong to have sex with someone
because you thought you HAD to, not because you WANTED to. She asked
what I meant, and I simply said "If you make love or have sex with
someone because you think you HAVE to for some reason, then yes, I think
that's bad. Not because sex is bad, but because the REASONS are bad. If
you're doing it because you WANT to, then enjoy yourself, and be smart
enough not to get pregnant." She admitted that she did want to
experience sex, but that she wasn't sure that she wanted it to be with
this particular boy, and that she was also a little afraid because she'd
heard that it would hurt the first time - hurt a LOT. I told her that if
she was the least bit unsure about whether she wanted to have sex or
make love with someone, then it was a pretty good indication that she
probably shouldn't; and that depending on the girl, the first sexual
experience didn't have to hurt at all, and certainly didn't have to hurt
a LOT. She asked me why, and I explained to her that if the boy and girl
were careful and gentle with each other, then the girl wouldn't be so
afraid, and that going slowly and carefully with each other would mean
that the amount of pain would be kept to a minimum. I asked her if she'd
ever gotten shots at the doctor's; she said of course she had, and asked
why. In reply, I asked if all the shots had hurt. She said "No". I asked
her if the shots that she'd heard would hurt were the ones that seemed
to hurt the most, and after she thought about it for a moment, agreed
that was so. She thought about it a little more, and said "I understand
- being afraid of something makes it harder to do, and if you have a
chance to think about it, and do it when you're ready, it's easier." I
told her that was right, and that seemed to relieve some of her fears.
We chatted a couple more minutes, and then she went back to her
apartment.

A couple days later, it was raining cats and dogs again, and Robyn came
to my apartment again - thoroughly drenched from her trip home from
school. I gave her a towel, and sent her into the bathroom, as usual.
When she came out, she kind of pranced over to me (her tits jiggling
under her T-shirt), and surprised me by handing me her bra and panties,
asking me if I could put them someplace where they'd dry. I looked at
her, raised an eyebrow to let her know I knew she was up to something,
and put her things on a towel rack in the bathroom. When I got back to
the living room, she asked me if I was busy - I wasn't, so I told her
so, and sat down on the couch across from the chair she was in.

She asked me "You remember that boy I told you about before?", and when
I said that I did, the told me that she'd asked some of his former
girlfriends, and found out that he'd broken up with them shortly after
getting them to have sex with him. She also said that he'd broken up
with the girls that had refused to make out or have sex with him when
they had made it clear that they wouldn't do what he wanted. I said
"Well, it sounds like you made a pretty good choice, then", and she
blushed a bit, and said that I had helped by talking to her about what
she was thinking and feeling, and getting it straight in her mind. I
told her I was glad to be able to help, and she said that she was really
grateful that I hadn't told her mother about any of the things that
she'd said to me - she just KNEW that her mother would never understand.

The whole time we were talking, she kept wiggling around in the chair,
and pulling on the hem of her T-shirt, pressing it against her breasts,
and making her nipples show through it even more clearly. I knew she was
up to something, but it still took me by surprise when she blurted out
"Do you think I have nice tits?". I had always been honest with her, so
I didn't figure I could do anything else except to answer her by saying
"Yes, I do.", and teasing her a little, adding "You've shown them to me
through your wet shirts enough!" She giggled a little, and said "I think
they're too small, though. And my nipples are always so HARD! What do
you think?", and pulled her T-shirt even tighter, pressing her breasts
against her chest, making her nipples show even better through the wet
material. I responded by saying "From where I sit, they look just fine -
they're the right size for YOU, and most men think hard nipples are
sexy."

With that, she stood up, walked over to me, and said "From where you sit
isn't a very good view - ", and pulled her T-shirt completely off -
leaving me with a close-up look at a pair of the smoothest, firmest,
most nicely-shaped tits I'd seen in a LONG time. I started to get hard
(again), and she asked me "Do you like the view now?", and I had to
admit to her that I sure did! She asked me "Do you want to touch them
and play with them?", and I had to tell her "I sure do - but I can get
into a LOT of BIG-TIME trouble for it; hell, I could go to jail just for
looking!".

She pouted a bit, and said "I'm not going to tell anybody - I want you
to touch them!". I told her that if her mother ever found out about what
she was doing there with me, she'd never get within a hundred feet of
another boy, and that I'd be put in jail so fast it would be 3 weeks
before I found out where I was. After I said that, she just replied
"then we'd better be careful then, huh?", and moved even closer, so that
her breasts were right in front of me. She leaned over a bit, and swung
her leg over, so that she was sitting on my lap, facing me; then leaned
forward so that her breasts were right in my face, teasing my lips with
her nipples. Right then and there, what little bit of restraint I had
left turned to so much dust, and I gently sucked one of her nipples into
my mouth as I brought my hands up and started caressing and squeezing
her breasts. She moaned deep in her throat, and reached behind me,
pulling my head even closer. As I continued to lick and suck on her
nipple, I gradually moved my hands, so that I was caressing not only her
breasts, but her sides and belly and hips, too. By this time, I was as
hard as stone, and she had to be able to feel my penis pressing against
her crotch - but she didn't move away. After a minute or two, she
twisted a little, so that I would repeat what I'd been doing on her
other breast; and when I'd given that one equal time, I started
switching back and forth between them - first one breast and nipple,
then the other, all the while continuing to caress her sides and belly
and hips.

As she got more and more aroused, I could start to smell her juices, and
she started rubbing her crotch against my erection, making both of us
even hornier. Just when I thought I was going to explode, she suddenly
pulled away from me, and stood up. She quickly undid her jeans, and
pulled them down, leaving me with a view of her crotch. It was sparsely
covered with fine, black hair, so that it looked like her slit was
hiding behind a dark fog - enough to make things interesting, but not
enough to hide the view of her wet, puffy vaginal lips and erect
clitoris. She stood there for a few moments, letting me look at her,
knowing that I was getting even more excited by it, and she enjoying the
fact that I found her so sexy.

Finally, though, she stepped forward again, and dropped to her knees, so
that she could reach forward and start to undo my pants. She got as far
as unfastening my belt buckle before Good Sense reared it's ugly head,
and I grabbed her hands, saying "We can stop here, and now, and there
won't be any harm done to either of us". She just smiled at me, pulled
her hands away, and continued where she'd left off. In just a few
moments, she had my pants unfastened, and the zipper down, and was
trying to remove my pants. I stood up, and she quickly pulled my pants
down around my ankles, leaving me standing there in my shirt and
underwear, my obvious throbbing erection just inches from her face. She
leaned forward a bit, and rubbed her face against my erection, sniffing
deeply at the wet spot on the front of my underwear from my pre-cum. She
raised one hand, and cupped my balls in it while she slid the other hand
under the leg band of my shorts, and used her fingertips to brush
through my pubic hair and slowly stroke my erection. After a few
moments, she removed her hands, reached up, and pulled my shorts down to
my ankles, too; as my erection sprang free, it grazed her cheek, and
came to rest on her lips. With a mischievous look up at me, she stuck
her tongue out, and ever so slowly licked the underside of my penis from
my balls to the tip.

By the time she got to the tip, I thought I couldn't stand any more, and
damn near blew my load all over her lovely face. She took the head of my
penis in her mouth for a few seconds, as though to get the taste of it,
then gave it a quick kiss. She stood up, and gently pushed on my chest,
to get me to sit back down on the couch again. When I was sitting again,
she raised her leg again, and set herself back down on my lap, but this
time, with her snatch pressing my hardon against my belly.

I reached up and started caressing her breasts, teasing them until her
areolas stood up like little volcanoes with her nipples standing up like
small dark marbles. As she started rubbing her clitoris against my
penis, and using the stream of fluids coming out of her vagina for
lubrication, she reached forward and undid the buttons on my shirt, and
reached in to start caressing my chest and shoulders. We kept going like
that for several minutes, with me gently pinching her nipples and
squeezing her breasts while she caressed my chest and rubbed her wet
slit and erect clitoris against my erection. I could tell that she was
as excited as she'd ever been, and she leaned forward to give me a kiss
- surprising me again by opening her mouth and tickling my lips with her
tongue until I opened my mouth, too. We sat there like that for several
minutes, tongues dueling, her rubbing herself against my erection faster
and faster - but as the time went by, I could hear her start to make
little noises of frustration. I pushed her back a little bit, so that I
could see her face, and looked at her with a questioning look on my
face. She could only mutter "can't......quite.......get.......there.....
need......*more!" as she continued to slide her vagina and clitoris
against me.

I shrugged off my shirt, pulled her against me, and stood up. With a
secure grip on her, I stepped out of my pants and underwear, and carried
her, still rubbing against me, into the bedroom. I laid her down on the
bed, and when she realized that she was under me, with my penis pressing
against her vagina, she suddenly tensed up, and said "No - I don't think
I'm ready for that yet!". With all the will power I could muster, I said
that I understood, and said that there was another way for her to get
some relief without my actually entering her. She looked relieved, and
then quickly asked "How?! Never mind - let's do it! I can't stand this
any more!".

I moved around so that I was facing her feet, laid down, and then pulled
her over on top of me, in the classic "69" position. She seemed to get
the idea quickly, and spread her legs even more, giving me free access
to her crotch. With infinite slowness and care, I stuck my tongue out,
and gently licked the outside of her vagina, from her clitoris back
toward her little pink rosebud. She gave out a little gasp, and said
"Yes! That's it! More!". I did it again, only this time, narrowing my
tongue, and dipping it a little ways into her vagina, so that I could
collect some of her nectar - slippery, sweet, and slightly musky. As my
tongue moved inside her slightly, she spread her legs even more, giving
me free access to her. I continued to lick her that way, sometimes
pausing to tongue-fuck her tight little vagina, other times, stopping to
softly suck on her clitoris or vaginal lips. That quickly got her back
to being as aroused as she'd been before, and her juices were flowing
freely onto my tongue and face, making it easier for me to keep her
clitoris lubricated as I focused on it more and more.

While I was doing all that I could to get her as excited as possible,
she got the idea of returning the favor, and started licking and
mouthing my erect cock. At first, all she would do was to lick it, first
lengthwise from near my balls to the tip, and then from side-to-side
around it, but as she got more and more aroused, she started licking my
balls, too, and taking the head of my penis into her mouth. When she
realized the response she got from me when she did that, she soon gave
up on everything else, and concentrated on keeping me in her mouth -
moving her head up and down, fucking my penis with it, or keeping her
mouth still, and using her tongue to lick the underside.

Finally, though, we'd each had as much as we could stand. I felt my
balls tighten up, and warned her that I was about to come; I thought
she'd pull her mouth away, but she didn't. Instead, when my first wad of
cum emptied into her mouth, she just pulled her head back so that just
the head of my penis was in her mouth, and let me continue to shoot
spurt after spurt of cum into her mouth, swallowing it. When I felt the
last spasm, I returned to what I'd been doing - gently rubbing her
clitoris with my tongue, while I felt her take my penis back into her
mouth and start to suck and lick the cum off it. While she was doing
that, I continued to lick her clitoris, but moved one hand up so that I
could collect some of her juices on it before starting to work it inside
her vagina. When I started doing that, she released my penis from her
mouth and arched her back, making it easier for me to work my finger
into her tight, wet slit. I finally got my finger all the way inside
her, and then started twisting it around in her, to get it as wet as
possible. Then I pulled it almost all the way out, and slowly pushed it
back in again - enjoying the sight as her slippery vaginal lips seemed
to hold onto it as it penetrated her, and how her vagina held onto my
wet finger as I pulled it back out again. I could feel her hymen as I
put my finger inside her, but it didn't seem to completely block her; I
could readily slide past it.

She seemed to really enjoy that, along with the tongue-lashing I was
giving her clitoris, and it wasn't too long before I could feel her
tense up over me; and as she gasped out her climax, I could feel her
vaginal muscles clamping down on my finger, and taste the juices as they
fairly flowed out of her. After she reached the peak of her climax, I
pulled my finger out of her vagina, and as she slowly spasmed down, I
gently pressed against her anus with it at the same time I was pressing
her clitoris with my tongue - and each time I did that, it set off
another mini-climax for her.

After a couple of minutes for us to catch our breath, she raised herself
up a little, and turned around, so that she was laying on top of me -
her breasts and hard nipples pressing into my chest, her spread legs
letting her vagina drip it's nectar onto my penis and pubic hair. She
looked up at me, and I asked her "Feel better, now?", and she put her
head back down and started giggling into my neck. When she'd caught her
breath again, she slid herself up a bit more, so that she could kiss me,
and said "I feel much better, thank you. And thank you for not 'pushing'
things". I smiled at her, and told her "It was my pleasure, I assure
you!", which sent her into another fit of giggles into my neck.

She finally raised herself back up again, so that she was kneeling over
my waist, and I pulled the two of us up toward the headboard of the bed,
so that I could lean back and look at the way her breasts swayed as she
breathed, and her nipples stood out, and her vaginal lips pouted. She
smiled at me, and asked "Is that what sex is all about?", and I told her
"That's what making love is all about". She looked confused, and asked
me what the difference was, so I told her that, to me, "Sex only uses
body parts. Making love uses the heart and mind, too." She thought about
it for a bit, and then nodded her head, understanding what I'd said.

About that time, the clock chimed, and made us both realize that her
mother would be getting home in about half an hour - and that her mother
might not be so understanding if her little girl came home smelling of
sex. We went in and took a nice, warm shower together (slippery, clean
fun) before getting dressed again (this time, she put on her bra and
panties). As she was leaving, I gave her a little pat on the bottom, and
told her to take good care of herself.....

For the next few days, Robyn pretty much stayed away. Not that we didn't
see each other, but rather that she simply didn't actually stop in and
visit. Instead, whenever we saw each other, she'd give me one of those
Mona Lisa type of smiles - letting me know that she'd enjoyed her last
visit. Too, as the days went by, the weather changed, bringing much
warmer temperatures; and I noticed (!!) that Robyn had stopped wearing a
bra.

Finally, though, she did stop by again, after she got home from school.
When I opened the door for her, she told me, in a loud voice, "Look! I
got an 'A+' on the paper I did on your computer!" before coming in. When
I closed the door, and turned around, she plastered herself against me,
pressing her braless breasts and nipples into my chest. When I started
to get hard, she could feel it, and started rubbing her crotch against
my erection - helping it along, considerably. Finally, though, she let
go of me, and went over to sit in 'her' chair. I sat on the couch, and
told her that I was glad that she'd done well on her report, and asked
her how things had been going for her the last couple of days. She gave
me a cat-that-ate-the-canary smile, and said that things had been just
fine - but not as well as her last visit. I gave her a wicked smile in
return, and asked what had happened to make her remember her last visit
so well. She giggled, blushed a little, and told me "Just the best
feeling I've ever had in my whole life!". I pretty much figured that a
whole life of 12+ years wasn't much to judge by, but was glad that she'd
enjoyed it as much as she'd seemed to. Then she told me "Y'know, I'm
glad that you didn't.... well.... YOU know...". I told her that I
believed what I'd said about taking the time to make physical
relationships pleasant, adding "I'm not going to be doing anything to or
with you that you don't want. What we did before was very pleasant for
me, but I am not going to try to do anything to make it happen again, or
make anything more happen. If that, or anything more, happens, then I'll
be glad for it; but if nothing else happens, then I'll honestly be just
as glad to have had that one time with you." That sobered her up some,
and she gave me a little smile to let me know that she'd understood what
I said.

A few moments later, she changed the subject, and started asking me
questions about the computer, how it worked, what it was made of, and so
on. I told her that it would be easier to explain to her if I could show
her on the computer itself, and we went over to where the computer was
running a screen saver.

As I started answering her questions, and showing her how the different
parts of the computer worked, and what their purpose was, she got more
interested in it, and started asking me more and more involved
questions. I answered them, as best I could for someone without a
technical background, and before long, we were on the subject of
software. I explained to her how software was written, and about
computer languages and operating systems, using the program that I'd
been working on as an example for different things. Before long, though,
it was at the point where my program didn't 'do' enough, and I went to
other programs to show her different aspects of operating systems and
user interfaces.

The whole thing took a couple of hours, and we were both surprised when
there was a knock at my door. When I answered, it was Robyn's mother,
looking for her. When Robyn saw her mother, she jumped up, and ran over
to her, telling her about getting her report back, and showing her the
grade it had received. Her mother was quite pleased by it, and thanked
me for helping her out as I had. I responded by telling her that it
wasn't any problem, and that I thought Robyn was a pretty smart young
lady. Her mother raised an eyebrow at that, and I told her that Robyn
had asked me some good questions about computers and software, and that
I'd been showing her different things on the computer to demonstrate
some of my answers. I then invited her over for a look, and suggested
that Robyn tell her mother some of what she'd learned. Robyn started off
with how the computer worked, and what the different parts were; and
when she got into software, I went along with her on the computer,
demonstrating the different things she was saying. Since her mother used
a computer a lot on her job, she was able to see that Robyn was getting
nearly all of it correct, and was only getting her terminology wrong in
the few places where she made mistakes. Between that, and seeing that
Robyn had been in the chair next to the computer when she came in,
seemed to put to rest any worries she might have had.

She finally told Robyn that they had to get home, and Robyn started
pleading with her mother, asking if she could come over again, and learn
more about computers, and how to use some of the different software that
I had. Her mother started out telling her no, but Robyn was so
insistent, that her mother finally looked at me for help. I told them
that I would be glad to teach Robyn more about computers, and how to use
the different program, BUT that I was also working for myself, and it
would only have to happen when I wasn't busy. Her mother looked
relieved, and Robyn, of course, was delighted by it - and quickly agreed
to the 'rules'. With that done, they left.

It was a couple more days before Robyn came over again - but I was
having trouble with a little bit of code, and told her that I couldn't
spare the time for any lessons right then. She seemed disappointed, and
asked if she could just sit and watch me. I thought about it for a
moment, and told her she could, but that if she interrupted me, or
distracted me, she would have to leave. She agreed, I let her in, and
she promptly went over, pulled a chair over to where she could watch
what I was doing without being in the way, and sat down. I went back to
work, and over the next hour or so, finally got the code I'd been
working on smoothed out and running. The whole time, Robyn simply sat
there, watching my every move, but not saying anything.

When I'd gotten the code tested, and saved, I relaxed, and sat back in
my chair, finishing off the Coke I'd been drinking. I sighed, threw the
can into the wastebasket, and started to get up to go get another one
when Robyn finally spoke up, saying "Let me get it for you", and almost
ran into the kitchen. She quickly returned with a can of Coke, and
handed it to me. When I popped the top on it, she moved behind me, and
started rubbing my neck and shoulders. I took a couple more swallows off
the Coke, set it down, and leaned my head forward a little, so that she
could get to my neck a little easier. She started really working the
muscles in my neck and shoulders, and it wasn't long before I started
groaning in pleasure. She asked me "Does that feel good?", and I replied
by telling her that it certainly did. A couple moments later, she asked
"As good as Other Things that we've done?" - and I answered "I didn't
say it was that good!", making her laugh. Then she moved around in front
of me, sat on my lap facing me, and with a impish grin asked me "Is
there anything else that would help you relax?". I said that I could
probably think of a couple, and she pulled her shirt off, saying "Do any
of them start here?". I agreed that they did, leaned forward, and
started licking and sucking on her breasts and nipples. It wasn't long
before her areolas were tight and crinkled, and her nipples were
standing out like little dark jellybeans. While I was giving her breasts
a tongue-bath, I was softly stroking and caressing her sides and back
while she held my head against her chest. My penis was completely hard,
and she was rubbing and pressing her crotch against it with small, firm,
movements. After a couple minutes of that, she said "Maybe we should do
this someplace more comfortable...", so I took her in my arms, stood up,
and carried her into the bedroom. When I got next to the bed, I asked
"Do you think here would be a good place?"; she giggled, and nodded yes,
so I set her down on the edge of the bed. She reached down and started
to unfasten her shorts when I said "Here, let me do that". She pulled
her hands away, and started using them to squeeze her breasts and pinch
her nipples. I reached down, unsnapped her shorts, and pulled the zipper
down, revealing her pale blue panties. As I started pulling her shorts
down, she raised her hips up off the bed, and as I got her shorts down
past her knees, she spread her legs slightly, and I could see that there
was already a wet spot on her panties. When I'd gotten her shorts
completely off her, and dropped them on the floor, I moved up so that my
face was in her crotch, and started using my lips to massage her
clitoris and the outside of her vagina through her panties. In just a
few moments, she was starting to moan, and pressing her crotch into my
face as the wet spot on her panties got larger and larger. Before long,
the mixture of her juices and my saliva was enough that the entire
crotch of her panties was soaked, and about halfway up the front -
making them almost transparent, and revealing how her vaginal lips were
extended and pressing against them, and showing off the dark color of
her downy muff.

My erection was starting to hurt from being confined in my pants, and I
was eventually forced to stand up, so that I could take my clothes off.
It took her a moment to realize that I'd stopped, and when she saw that
I was starting to undress, said "My turn!", and slithered across the bed
so that she could stand up in front of me. She started unbuttoning my
shirt, and when she'd gotten all the buttons undone, opened it up, and
reached around to hug me, pressing her tight breasts and hard nipples
into my chest for a few moments before pulling my shirt off. Then she
reached down and unbuckled my belt, having only a little trouble with
it, unbuttoned my pants, and pulled the zipper down - slowly, and
pressing her hand against my erection as she did so. She grabbed the
waistband of my pants, and slid them down around my feet, squatting down
as she did, and brushing her nipples against my skin all the way down;
once down, she gently tugged at each leg in turn, so that I would lift
my feet and she could get the pants out of the way. When she'd tossed
them off to the side, she pressed her face against my erection, and
started using her lips to gently 'bite' at it, as I'd done to her. She
also raised one of her hands up, and started weighing my balls in her
hand, and softly squeezing and feeling them. It was only a few moments
of this before I started pressing my erection against her; she stopped
what she was doing then, stood up, and started to pull my underwear
down, too, repeating the process she'd used to pull my pants down. As my
underwear went down, and my erection came free, it dropped down so that
it stood angled out and up from my body - right at her eye level. When
she'd gotten my underwear free, and tossed it aside, she reached up
again, using one hand to stroke my balls, and the other to hold my penis
as she licked the underside and mouthed it again. When a couple drops of
pre-cum appeared, she got a delighted look on her face, stuck her face
in my crotch, and started slowly licking me from the bottom of my balls,
along the bottom of my penis, and out to the head, where she 'flipped'
her tongue to catch the pre-cum. She made a little smile, and said
"Good! Sweet and salty, at the same time. I like it!".

She looked up at me, giggled a little, and said "I've never really seen
a boy - I mean, a man - naked before. Can I look?". I laughed, and said
"I'll show you mine, if you'll show me yours!", and she laughed, too.

She quickly stood up, and when she reached for her panties, I said
"That's still MY job, you know...", and moved her hands out of the way.
I knelt down, and as I pulled her panties down, was greeted by a nice,
close-up view of her bush. It was still kind of small, but was made up
of sparse, fine, dark, straight hair - enough to give her pubis some
'color', but not enough to obstruct the view of what was under it. After
I'd gotten her panties down, and removed them from around her feet, I
leaned forward a little, and stuck my tongue in her crotch, so that it
was back by the entrance to her vagina - and slowly curled it,
separating her vaginal lips and dipping inside to taste her nectar,
before continuing up to briefly rub her clitoris in little circles. When
I felt her knees starting to get weak, I stood back up, pulled her close
to me, and stood there for a few moments, with my penis trapped between
her legs, holding her and enjoying the feeling of her smooth young skin
next to mine, the way her soft bush felt, and how her breasts felt
pressing against me. After a bit, though, she started moving her hips a
little, so that my penis was rubbing against her crotch. I released her,
and when she moved back a little, I looked down at her and teased her by
saying "Oh! You mean we're not done yet?".

She got another impish smile on her face, and said "Not even close!"
before moving back so that she could sit on the edge of the bed. She
quickly moved some more, so that she was stretched out completely before
me, raised her hands up over her head, spread her legs a bit, and said
"See anything you like?". I laughed, and said "I'm sure I can find
something!", which made her laugh, too. I asked her "Do you still want
to have a look?", and she nodded, so I moved around to the side of the
bed, and laid down next to her, with my head at her crotch, and her head
at mine.

We each rolled onto our sides, and I raised one leg up so that my foot
was flat on the bed, so that she could have free access to anything she
wanted. She took the cue, and did the same for me - leaving me with an
excellent view.

I could feel that her first touches were pretty tentative, so I told her
"The only thing you need to be really careful about are my testicles" -
she reached out and touched them - "Yes, those. They're very sensitive
to pressure, so don't squeeze them too hard." - she started to gently
squeeze them - "That much is okay. The slang term for them is 'balls',
and they're inside my scrotum, or 'bag'. You can feel them, but
carefully. I'll let you know if you do anything uncomfortable, or if you
start to hurt me". And with that, I left her to her explorations, and I
started on mine. It was a real delight for me to be able to examine her
the way I did - to me, each woman's genitals are unique, and a work of
art of their own. Her vaginal lips were smooth and thin, and almost
straight - not surprising, since she was still a virgin - but still
protruded enough from her excitement that they were readily visible.
Because she was excited, they were glistening with her lubrication, and
were giving off a distinct, but mild, musky odor. Her clitoris was
erect, too, and although still hidden behind it's little hood, it was
obvious that it was about the size of a large pea. Her pubic hair was
black, but very sparse. The individual hairs were thin and straight and
very soft - stroking it reminded me of petting the belly fur of a cat.
As she looked and smelled and felt and tasted her way around my penis
and balls, I was doing the same to her - tracing the folds of her vagina
with my fingers and tongue, tasting the ample moisture she was making in
her excitement (light, sweet, slippery, and faintly musky), feeling the
smoothness and thinness of her vaginal lips, the softness of her inner
thighs, and enjoying the way her vaginal lips would wrap themselves
around my finger as I teased her cleft, and slightly entered her.
Whenever I started to put my finger inside her slightly, she would
almost involuntarily arch her back a little, as though to try and impale
herself on it - but I would always move my finger back a little, so that
I was only probing the very entrance of her vagina.

After several minutes of mutual exploration, though, she was getting to
the point where my probes of her vaginal entrance and rubbing and
licking of her clitoris with my tongue were almost more than she could
bear - she was moaning more and more frequently when I stopped doing one
thing and switched over to another, and her pelvis was in almost
constant motion. I gradually changed from licking her clitoris, to
pressing my finger against the outside of her vagina, and then into it
slightly. When I was finally using only my finger on her, I began
entering her vagina with it, going only a little deeper each time,
twisting it around a little to keep it well lubricated, and then
withdrawing it almost completely.

Before long, she was arching her pelvis toward me as I was putting my
entire finger inside her; I could feel the walls of her vagina as they
clasped at it, and seemed to hang on to it when I withdrew it. Her
juices were flowing freely enough that her entire crotch was soaked, as
well as her pubic hair, and it was even starting to flow down toward her
anus. I was licking up as much of it as I could, but there was simply so
much of it.

While I was doing all of that, she had finished her examination of me,
and was switching around from using her hand to masturbate me, to
licking and softly sucking on my balls, to mouthing and licking my
penis. As I started moving my finger more and more quickly in her, she
started taking my erection into her mouth - first just the head of it,
and gradually sucking in more of it, until she was taking nearly all of
it in her warm, tight mouth, and using her tongue to massage and caress
it. I could feel her breathing through her nose, since every time she
exhaled, it sent a little draft of warm air blowing across my balls. I
could feel my balls starting to tighten up, and not wanting to be
selfish, started licking her clitoris in time with my finger movements
in her. She quickly started to respond to that, and had difficulty
holding her crotch still. She also showed her appreciation by moving my
penis in and out of her mouth, rubbing the underside of it with her
tongue on the way in, sucking on it on the way out, and making little
swirling motions on the head of it before taking it back in.

I could feel it when she was on the very edge of her climax, and when I
would get my finger inside her, would make circular motions with it. I
was also gradually slowing down and softening the licking and rubbing of
her clitoris I was doing with my tongue, bringing her along more slowly.
It was only a couple more minutes, though, before she finally went over
the edge - she pressed her pelvis up toward me to get as much of my
finger inside her as she could, and clamped her thighs down on my head,
making it difficult for me to press firmly against her clitoris with my
tongue in time with the vaginal contractions I could feel nearly
breaking my finger. Her moaning as she came vibrated my erection in her
mouth, and I could feel it all the way down to my balls - which damn
near set me off, too! She virtually dripped juices as she came; it was
only moments before my hand was completely drenched with them, and they
had made my whole face wet. As she came down from her orgasm, I
continued to give her clitoris soft little licks; moving my finger in
and out of her in small, gentle motions.

When her spasms finally stopped, she seemed to realize where she was,
and what she'd been doing; and picked up where she'd left off - with a
vengeance! Soon, she was not only giving me one of the best blowjobs I'd
ever had, but was using one hand to alternately softly squeeze my balls,
and gently drag her fingernails across my scrotum. When she felt my
balls tighten, and I told her "I'm gonna cum!", she took as much of my
erection in her mouth as she could - I could feel the head of it
pressing against her throat - and sucked on my like I'd never
experienced before. The first shot of my cum hit the back of her throat,
and she never even hesitated - she just swallowed it, and kept going.
The feeling of her throat as she swallowed my jism was so incredible,
that the next shot was even stronger than the first - and she just did
it again: swallowing it without even slowing down. Between the warm,
moist suction she was providing, and the way her throat would 'tickle'
the head of my penis, it was almost more than I could stand - it felt as
though my balls were turning inside-out, and I came for what felt like
several minutes.

It was only when several seconds went by that I didn't shoot another
load that she finally released me - but only after she'd used her tongue
to lick all the remains of my semen from my penis while she slowly let
my still-firm penis slide out of her mouth. Even after I'd rolled over
onto my back to catch my breath, she slid over a little so that she
could continue to lick and mouth my now-softening penis. Only when I was
completely soft did she stop, and turn around so that she was laying
next to me on her side, her head on my shoulder and one leg over mine,
her arm across my chest, and her breasts pressing against my side. I put
my arm around her, and held her there like that, snuggling with her, for
several minutes: she playing with my chest hair and giving my ribs
little kisses while I caressed her back and gave her soft kisses on the
top of her head. It was only when she started to feel cold that she
finally moved away from me, saying "Feel more relaxed, now?".

"Relaxed enough for the next month, I think!" was the only thing I could
say in reply, making her smile and giggle. I saw the goose bumps on her,
and asked "You ready for a warm shower?" and she answered with "Only if
you're there to help!". I glanced at the clock, and could see that we
still had about an hour before her mother came home, so we went in to
clean each other up - and on the way, she took my hand, noticed her
juices on it, and slowly licked them off with a devilish look on her
face, making me start to get hard again. Even in the shower, she
continued to do almost everything she could think of (and she could
think of a lot, even for as young as she was!) to get me going again. Of
course, I did what I could to return the 'favor', and we wound up
spending nearly half an hour under the spray - leaving only when the hot
water started to run out.

After we dried off and got dressed again (collecting our clothes from
where they'd been cast aside), she asked if she could play with the
computer a little bit. I told her she could, but that I'd have to watch
her at first, to make sure she didn't do anything wrong. She understood
that, sat down, and started trying different things out while I went in
and got the two of us a Coke.

There we were, sitting in front of the computer, when her mother got
home - and came over to 'claim' her daughter. She stayed and chatted
with me for a few minutes, and I could see that she had something on her
mind, but wasn't quite sure what it was. I finally just came out and
said that it seemed as though she was troubled by something, and asked
her if it was something I could help with. She said that her boss had
tapped her to attend a training class in a couple days time, and that
she'd have to fly out one afternoon, stay the night, attend the class,
and fly back the following night. She said that she really wanted to
attend the class, but really didn't think that she could leave Robyn
home by herself - she said that she'd worry about Robyn getting into
some kind of trouble, or not having anything to eat, and all kinds of
things like that.

I told her that her problem wasn't a problem - that if she wanted to go
to the class, she could leave Robyn at home, and that if Robyn had any
problems, I'd be there to help her out. Her mother said that that was
fine with her, but she'd still be worried about Robyn getting something
to eat, so I told her that the following night seemed like a good time
for pizza to me, and that if Robyn wanted to share it, I'd just order a
little larger one. Robyn perked up a bit at that, and it seemed to
reassure her mother (I got the idea she wanted to be talked into it).
Her mother finally agreed, and said that she'd give me the money for the
pizza; I replied by telling her that I'd be buying the pizza, anyway. We
went back and forth like that for a bit, until we finally agreed that
she'd give me enough to pay for half the pizza ("Robyn can eat like a
horse, at times!", followed by "Mo-THER!"). With that settled, her
mother said that she felt better, and would go ahead to the class. Only
then did Robyn chime in by saying "Mom, I think I'd be scared to stay in
the apartment all by myself. Can I stay over here, instead?". Her mother
said that I had work to do, and couldn't be bothered by having her
around for all that time - and besides, where would she stay? Robyn said
that she'd be real quiet, and not bother me, and that she could watch me
and learn more about computers, and that she really wouldn't be any
trouble, really, and that she could bring her sleeping bag and sleep on
the floor, and that she really didn't want her mother to miss out on the
class, and that she'd be okay, really, and I'd said that I'd watch out
for her anyway and this wasn't that much more was it, and it was okay
with me, wasn't it?

I had to smile at how she'd gotten that all out in one breath, and said
that Robyn hadn't been any trouble at all when she'd been over. I added
that Robyn really did sit quietly and pay attention to what I was doing
when she was there, so it wasn't as though she'd be any bother; I also
said that there wasn't any need for Robyn to sleep on the floor - that I
had a perfectly comfortable couch, and spare bedding. I was wondering
what her mother was thinking about this, and I was more than willing to
have Robyn all to myself for a lengthy period of time, but I was worried
about creating suspicion, so I just played it as though I were a
friendly, helpful neighbor that was interested in helping children learn
and do well in school.

I could see her mother waffling on it, and said that it would be a shame
for her to miss a training session that could help her job, that I
didn't think Robyn would be any trouble at all, and that she'd have my
phone number so she could call (collect if she wanted) any time she got
worried (about what, I didn't say - no sense in creating problems).
After Robyn and I just stood there, letting her think about it for a
bit, she finally decided that it was okay (I could see that she really
did want to go), but that if she heard that Robyn gave me any trouble at
all, she'd be "grounded for life ".

Robyn gave out with a "Yippee! Thanks, Mom!", and I simply nodded to her
mother, acknowledging my 'responsibility' in the matter. With that done,
Robyn and her mother went back to their apartment.

Early the next afternoon, Robyn's mother came over to make sure I still
agreed to watch after Robyn, and seemed reassured when I said that I
would still do it - and when she saw that I'd already put a pillow and
bedding next to the end of the couch for Robyn to use. I asked her if
she needed a ride to the airport, and she said that she'd already called
a transport service; they'd be by in about an hour to pick her up. I
wished her good luck on the trip, gave her one of my business cards so
that she'd have my phone number handy, asked her to let me know where
she'd be staying so I could call if I had to, and she left. About an
hour later, I heard a car horn, looked out the window, and watched as
Robyn's mother took her suitcase out and got into the van that would get
her to the airport.

That afternoon, when Robyn got home from school, she came straight to my
apartment. I let her in when she knocked, and told her that I was still
working on the computer program. I added that it wasn't so important
now, so that she could interrupt me to ask questions if she wanted. She
seemed pleased by that, but also asked me what I thought of her clothes
- a thin, tight blouse (no bra), and a pair of shorts that she must have
put on with a spray can. I said "Makes you look good enough to eat!",
and it took her a moment to understand the joke - but my reward was a
very pretty blush and giggle when she did.

I asked her if she'd get me a Coke from the fridge, and said she should
help herself if she was thirsty or hungry. As she headed off for the
kitchen, I went back to the computer, and picked up where I'd left off.

Robyn came back shortly with a Coke for each of us, handed me one, and
pulled up a chair so she could watch what I was doing. I thanked her,
opened the Coke, took a swallow, and went back to my program. For the
next couple of hours, Robyn would interrupt me every so often, and ask
me to explain something to her - anything from what different computer
instructions did to how the compiler worked to what the program I was
writing was for. Each time, I'd tell her what I was doing, and why, and
answer her question as best I could. She seemed satisfied with my
answers, would thank me, and I'd continue working.

When I finally noticed that it was getting to be early evening, I saved
all my work, told Robyn that I'd done enough for that day, and shut the
computer off. Then I asked her what she wanted to do that evening -
after the pizza, of course. She said that she really hadn't planned on
anything, and could we make it a pepperoni and ground beef, with extra
cheese?

I laughed, picked up the phone, order us a large pan pizza - to her
specifications - from Pizza Hut. I suggested that while we were waiting
for the pizza, we could talk, if she wanted. She said she'd like that,
and we moved over when I sat down on the couch, she decided that she
wanted to sit next to me - really next to me. I asked her what she
wanted to talk about, and she said that she wanted to talk to me about
what we'd been doing. I kinda felt a chill go through me, wondering what
she'd have to say, but I said "fine", and asked her what she wanted to
say. She started off by telling me that she'd 'really, REALLY!" enjoyed
what we'd done together - I'd made her feel things she'd only heard and
wondered about. Then she said that she didn't know if I'd like her
because, after she kind of stammered and stuttered a bit, she sometimes
'touched herself - you know, there...". It surprised her quite a bit
when I laughed - she blushed real hard, and started to get upset with
me, before I asked her "so what's the problem?". That seemed to surprise
her even more, and she said that she'd 'heard' that it wasn't good to
touch herself that way, and that all kinds of bad things would happen if
she did. I told her that everyone masturbated, and that I'd have been
seriously worried about her if she didn't touch herself. She seemed kind
of doubtful, and I asked her if it felt good when she did that.

She admitted that it did ("but not as good as what you do!"); so I told
her to pinch herself - hard enough to hurt. She did, and asked me why
I'd told her to do it. I said that it was so that she'd be sure and know
the difference between doing something that hurt her, and doing
something that felt good. I asked her if she'd ever tried to smoke.
After a bit of mumbling, she admitted she had. I asked her what
happened, and she said that it had made her cough, and sick to her
stomach. I pointed out that her body would tell her when she was doing
something bad for it, and that if she did something that felt good, then
it wasn't hurting her physically. I followed that up by telling her that
making herself feel good wasn't a bad thing for her physically, but that
if she did it too much, or did it to the exclusion of other things, then
it would be bad for her emotionally. I told her that she had seemed to
enjoy what we'd done, so I didn't think there was much chance of her
having any emotional problems about masturbating when she wasn't able to
be physical with someone else. That seemed to relieve her mind quite a
bit, and she soon changed the subject (slightly) toward birth control.
She asked me a few questions, and I gave her what information I knew,
always being careful to separate what I knew as fact, and my own
personal opinion. She listened carefully to my answers, and had just
said "I like talking to you about stuff - you don't try to tell me
stories or pretend you know everything; when you aren't sure or don't
know, you say so". I was about to thank her in reply when the doorbell
rang - the pizza had arrived.

With the arrival of food, all conversation stopped for a while. I turned
on the TV to catch the news while we ate; I was amazed at the amount of
food that Robyn could put away - the little imp tucked away 3 slices
from a large pizza, and a Coke, and only after careful thought decided
not to go after a fourth slice, saying "I'll save it for later, when I'm
hungry again."

When I went to put the pizza carcass in the fridge, Robyn got up and
headed toward the bathroom; I sat back down on the couch, and couple
minutes later, she came back into the living room - stark naked! My
penis immediately started to jump to attention, but I tried to stay calm
- asking her if she wasn't going to get a bit cold that way. She giggled
a little, smiled, and said "I've been thinking about it a lot lately,
and I've decided that I want my first time to be with YOU." I told her
that I was flattered that she thought that way about me, and said that
what she was saying was something that could happen only once: she
couldn't go back to being a virgin. She said that she knew that, but
that she also understood what I'd said about taking her time and being
careful and patient - she knew that if she let a boy her own age do it,
he would hurt her, and she wouldn't feel good like she did with me. She
also said that she thought that if she let a boy her own age be the
first, he'd talk about it to all his friends, and people would talk
badly about her - but that she knew I wouldn't say anything because she
trusted me. I asked her if she'd thought about the possibility of
getting pregnant, and she said she had; that was why she'd asked me
about birth control. She said that she couldn't get birth control pills
or an IUD yet, and that she didn't think men liked using condoms, so she
thought that making love at a time when she couldn't get pregnant was
her best choice for her first time; and that she wasn't going to start
her next period for another couple of days, so she knew that she
couldn't get pregnant then.

I had to admit to myself that she seemed to have thought the matter out
pretty well. Of course, I also had to admit to myself that the idea of
being the first one to jump her cute little body had a certain appeal,
too!

About that time, the phone rang - I damn near didn't answer it, but then
remembered that her mother would be calling to see how things were
going, and let me know where she was. I answered it, and sure enough, it
was Robyn's mother. When I picked up the phone, Robyn came over to me,
and started undressing me while I was talking to her mother. Her mother
asked me how things were going, and I told her just fine - that we'd
already had our supper; she asked about it, and I told her about the
pizza and how much Robyn had eaten (Robyn pausing long enough to stick
her tongue out at me), and what we'd done before supper. As she told me
about her trip, Robyn continued to undress me - and because I was
talking to her mother on the phone, my penis had shrunk back down. When
Robyn got my pants and underwear off, she saw that, and decided to do
something about it - kneeling down and taking me into her mouth, softly
sucking and licking it. I couldn't help but get hard again (damn, that
kid was good!), and it was all I could do to make the appropriate polite
noises to her mother at the other end of the line. Finally, though, her
mother started to wind down, and gave me her phone and room number at
the hotel. When I'd written them down, she said she wanted to talk to
Robyn for a bit, so I held the phone out, called out Robyn's name, and
gestured to her to wait a few moments - as though she had to come to the
phone from farther away than my now-hard dick. She understood, and after
a few seconds, took the phone from me, and sat down to talk with her
mother.

I figured that if Robyn could do it, I could, too, and kneeled down in
front of her, put her legs over my shoulders, and started licking her
damp crotch. The first time I got to her clitoris, her breath caught in
her throat, and she had to tell her mother that it was just a hiccup
from the pizza, making me smile at her before resuming my ministrations.
After only a few minutes, I heard her telling her mother goodbye. I
stopped sticking my tongue in her vagina for a little bit, so that she
could hang up the phone, and when she was settled again, started up on
her clitoris.

She let me continue for a little bit, then said "that feels wonderful,
but I want more - I want it all". I told her "You know, we can finish
this off this way, and there won't be any harm done"; Robyn responded by
saying "I chickened out on you the first time; don't chicken out on me,
now". I smiled at her, nodded my head, and stood up, so that she could
get up, too. I bowed to her, and swept my arm toward the bedroom,
indicating that I would follow her (all the better to watch her cute
little ass move). She smiled back, and fairly flounced her way into the
bedroom, almost giving me eyestrain watching her tight buns dance
around.

When we got into the bedroom, she hesitated a little, as though she
wasn't sure what to do, but quickly recovered, and laid down on the bed.
I stood there, looking at her, for several seconds - enjoyed the way she
looked. I finally gave in to temptation, and got up onto the bed with
her, laying next to her. She looked a little worried for a bit, and
asked me "So what do we do now?".

I told her that the best to go at it (she smiled at the pun) would be if
I stretched the inside of her vagina a bit first, so that my penis
wouldn't seem quite as large. After she was stretched a little more
inside, I'd stop so that she could relax a little bit from it, and then
whenever she was ready, we could get my penis in her. She asked me how
we'd do that, and I explained to her that it would be easiest for her if
I laid on my back, and she could get over me, and lower herself down
onto it - that way, if she started to feel any pain or discomfort, she
could stop or pause for as long as she needed. That seemed to calm her a
little, so I kissed her, and when she started to kiss me back, opened my
mouth and started licking her lips. She quickly opened her mouth in
return, and we started French-kissing as our hands roamed over each
other's bodies. It wasn't long before she was starting to moan, so I
gently separated us, and moved down to where I could reach her crotch
more easily. She knew what I was going to do, and brought her feet up
and spread her legs, giving me the best access to her vagina.

I slowly worked a finger into her with one hand, while I softly rubbed
and circled her clitoris with my other hand, to help make sure she was
as lubricated as possible. It didn't take long before I could get my
whole finger in her; when she was a little wetter, I started working a
second finger in - again, starting by just entering her, getting my
fingers lubricated, and withdrawing again. I alternated that with
putting just one finger all the way inside her, so that the one finger
was always well-lubricated. Gradually, as she relaxed, I was able to get
two fingers into her further and further - until I finally got both
fingers all the way inside her. With that done, I slowly withdrew them
nearly all the way, and then slid them back in again - getting her used
to the size of them.

While I was doing all this, I continued to rub and circle her clitoris
with the fingers of my other hand - and she used her hands to squeeze
her breasts and tweak her nipples. When I was finally able to get both
fingers into her fairly easily, I went to the next step: turning them
around in her, so that instead of being stretched in just one direction,
it would stretch her out all the way. I again went through the process
of going a little way, then backing off, then going a little further,
then backing off, always going a little further than before. Finally, I
was able to move my fingers around in her freely - she was still smaller
inside than my penis, but now the difference wasn't so great; and she
was starting to enjoy the sensation.

When I slid my fingers out of her for the last time, they came free with
a barely-audible 'pop'; she looked down at me as though she was both
relieved to be not so filled again, and anxious to go on to the next
step.

I moved back up next to her, and told her "Now, while you're recovering
from that, and getting ready for the final part, we find something to do
to keep ourselves occupied". She smiled at me, said "I think I know what
we can do", moved herself down so that her face was in my crotch, and
swung her leg over my head, putting us in '69' position. I told her
"whenever you feel like you're ready, we can go on to the next step. If
you change you mind, we just continue like this". She mumbled her
agreement and understanding from around my erect penis, and I started
kissing the insides of her thighs while softly stroking her from her
clitoris to her anus.

For her part, she started licking me - the insides of my thighs, my
balls, and my penis. As I changed from simply kissing her thighs and
pubis to licking them, and 'biting' them with my lips, she started
repeating my actions - mouthing my erect penis and testicles, nibbling
the insides of my thighs. I 'upped the ante' when I started taking her
vaginal lips in my mouth, and softly 'chewing' on them, and gently
sucking on her clitoris. She responded by taking each of my balls into
her mouth and rolling them around with her tongue, and gently sucking on
my penis - not just the head of it, but from the side and bottom and any
other way she could get part of it in her mouth.

After several minutes of this, she was pressing her clitoris against my
tongue; and her juices were flowing out of her in a steady stream. Her
vaginal lips were fully extended, and separated, clearly exposing the
entrance to her vagina. Finally, she released my erection from her
mouth, and said "Oh, god. I think- I KNOW I'm ready...".

With that, I stopped what I was doing, and helped her get her leg back
over my head without hurting me. She turned around, and swung her leg
over me, so that she was straddling my hips. She reached down, and
started caressing my penis with one hand, and rubbing her clitoris and
the outside of her vagina with the other. She looked at me with what can
only be described as unbridled lust, and asked "What now?".

I told her that if my penis were wet and slippery, whether from her
saliva or vaginal lubrication, it would make things a lot easier. She
promptly lowered herself, so that my erection was pressed against the
outside of her vagina, and started sliding herself back and forth on it,
both spreading her wetness around on me, and stimulating herself even
more. As she was doing that, I put my hands on her breasts, and started
kneading them, and pulling on her nipples. Then I told her that in just
a little bit, when my penis was completely lubricated, she should raise
herself up, grasp my penis, and position it so that she could simply
'sit' on it. She nodded her understanding, raised herself up, allowing
my penis to rise up from my body, and pivoted her hips so that now the
top of my penis was pressing against her vaginal lips, getting my
erection thoroughly soaked in her secretions. A bit later, she raised
herself up yet again, and when my penis came back up toward my belly,
she took hold of it, moved herself forward a bit, and lowered herself so
that I was slightly penetrating her. She paused for a bit, which I was
grateful for - I needed the time to get control of myself, and not blow
my load too early.

When she had gotten herself ready again, she started lowering herself
some more. At first, she had trouble making any progress, until I told
her "Relax. Take your time. I'm here, and there's no hurry". That seemed
to help her, because I could feel the entrance to her vagina relax some;
when she started lowering herself again, I could feel that she had
relaxed enough that my penis was started to slide into her - though
slowly. She kept lowering herself, allowing my erection to press harder
and harder against the entrance to her vagina, until finally, with a
slight 'pop', the head of it slid inside the entrance to her vagina. She
gave a little yelp, and stopped; I had to reassure her that I wasn't
going to do anything to hurt her, and that we would go only as fast as
she wanted. Then I told her to just wait a bit, and let herself get used
to the feeling and relax, before she tried to go any farther. She bit
her lip, nodded, and held herself still.

While she was getting herself ready to continue, I did my part by
caressing her, squeezing her breasts, softly pulling on her nipples, and
even rubbing her clitoris in little circles - I could see it peeking out
at me from where her vagina was wrapped around the end of my penis.
After a minute or so, she had composed herself, began lowering herself
farther onto my penis. When she'd gotten another inch of it inside, she
stopped; and I suggested to her that she raise herself up a little, to
make sure that her wetness kept us both properly lubricated - reminding
her of how I had put my finger inside her. She nodded again, raised
herself up a little, letting my penis slid out of her about half an
inch, and then lowered herself some more - this time an additional half
inch, or so. She paused for several seconds - again, giving me some time
to get more control of myself - raised herself a bit, and lowered
herself another inch or so before I could feel the head of my penis
hitting the obstruction of her hymen.

She gave a little gasp, and I told her "That's your hymen - your
'cherry'. You've got a couple of choices, now - you can go ahead and
'push' yourself past it at one time; or you can use the progress you've
made so far, and let my penis bump into it each time you come back down,
and simply wear it out. Pushing now will make it hurt more but have me
all the way inside you sooner; wearing it out will hurt less, but take
longer. We've got plenty of time, so you can do whichever one you want -
I'll be right here". She smiled at that last bit, and I could feel her
starting to relax more, though every time she moved - or even breathed -
I could feel her vagina tighten around my erection. The stimulation from
that was enough to keep me hard, and the lack of real movement gave me a
good chance to keep control of myself and not fill her young snatch with
my cum. I needed the control, because her vagina was incredibly tight
(even with the loosening I'd given it with my fingers), hot, and wet. It
was even better than my own first sexual experience!

After several seconds, she started moving again - slowly raising herself
until just the head of my erection was in her, then lowering herself
until I hit her maidenhead again; this time without gasping from the
contact. She repeated this several more times, each time a little
faster, both from getting used to having that much of me inside her, and
from her vaginal lubrications being spread around better. Finally, she
raised herself up, and when she lowered herself, surprising me when she
didn't stop when I hit her maidenhead; instead, she kept going until all
but an inch or so of my penis was inside her. She gave a little yelp
when her hymen broke, but didn't cry out or make any other loud noises.
When she stopped, I could see her start to cry a bit, and I started
talking to her again - reassuring her we would wait until the pain went
away, and that I was sorry that she was hurt, but that it would only
hurt this first time. She bit her lip again, and nodded her head,
understanding what I was telling her, and in just a little bit, she had
stopped crying. She continued to hold still, though, and I could tell
that the pain was going away only slowly. Her vagina continued to clench
around me, so I was able to stay hard but not have to move inside her.
All during this time, I continued my efforts to keep her aroused -
caressing her, tickling her buttocks, softly pinching her nipples, and
so on.

Gradually, as the pain left, and what I was doing to her started to take
more and more effect, she relaxed enough that she started to raise
herself up, sliding my penis out a couple of inches (but not past where
her hymen had been). She paused, then lowered herself again; repeating
the process a few more times, until with her final effort, she had
managed to get my erect penis all the way inside her vagina. The sight
of her vaginal lips wrapped around my penis, and her soft bush merging
into my pubic hair, was almost more than I could stand - it took
everything I had to pull myself back from shooting my wad inside her
tight young snatch; I could feel the head of my penis pressing against
the deepest part of her vagina, and knowing how far I was inside her
almost made it more than I could bear.

We stayed there like that for a couple of minutes, letting her get used
to having me so far inside her before she started moving again -
experimenting with how it felt with my penis inside her when she moved
in different ways: pivoting her hips back and forth and from side to
side, making little circles with them, and so on. She finally worked up
the nerve to raise herself up again, until only the head of my penis was
inside her, and lower herself back down - finding out that the pain was
all but gone, and that she could feel pleasure from what she was doing.
With that, she started gradually started moving herself over me more and
more quickly as her juices were better distributed, making it easier for
her to move my erection in and out of her. When she started to get a
little tired, she leaned forward, putting her hands on the bed near my
shoulders, and continued to slide herself up and down my penis while I
tilted my head forward and started licking her breasts and sucking on
her nipples. She was quickly as excited as she'd ever been before with
me, and I could hear the squishing noises as her hot, wet pussy slid up
and down my throbbing erection.

After a few more minutes, though, she was starting to get tired again,
and I asked her if she wanted me to take over the action. She smiled at
me, and gasped out a "yes!". Rather than withdraw from her, I pulled her
down so that I was holding her against my chest, told her to put her
legs inside mine, and rolled us over, so that I was on my elbows above
her. Then I had her to move her legs apart, and moved my legs back
between hers, so that we were in the classic missionary position. I held
still in her for several seconds while I kissed her shoulders, and
gently bit her neck (not enough for any hickies- I didn't need that kind
of trouble!). She started moaning under me, and moving her pelvis,
sliding her vagina up and down on my penis again. I whispered to her "my
turn, now", and started making love to her: withdrawing almost
completely, then making little fluttering in-and-out motions at the
entrance to her vagina - which made her gasp and moan in response - and
slowly sliding myself back into her. As my activity speeded up, I could
feel her starting to spread her legs even more, and bringing her feet
up, so that as I entered her each time, my penetration would be a little
more - and I was already 'hitting bottom'!

As I made love to her, I raised myself up on my arms, and we both looked
down to where we were joined - and we could see how her juices made my
cock glisten, and how her vaginal lips seemed to want to hang on to my
penis as it withdrew from her each time. Her small muff was completely
drenched in her secretions, and I could feel them soaking my balls each
time they bounced against her buttocks when I entered her. I could see
that her breasts were incredibly tight, and her areolas had puckered up
into hard little nubbins while her nipples stuck out like dark pencil
erasers. I couldn't resist the sight, and arched down so that I could
lick and suck on her nipples for a few seconds while I continued to move
inside her; she responded by arching her back to make her breasts easier
for me to reach, and raising her legs and putting her feet behind me, so
that I could enter her as deeply as possible.

Each time I entered her, my pelvis would bump against her clitoris, and
it wasn't but a few more minutes before she finally started to climax,
panting heavily and almost screaming. When she started, she pushed
against my buttocks with her feet, to push me completely inside her,
where I could feel her vagina start to spasm around my erection. The
sensations of that, combined with the additional lubrication she
produced as she climaxed, was enough to trigger my own climax, as well.
I could feel my balls tighten up, and how the first wad of my jism
started the trip out my penis and into her hot little womb. She seemed
to be able to feel it as I emptied my balls inside her, moaning with
each spurt of my semen, and clamping down on my penis with her vagina -
which only made my ejaculations that much stronger, and last even
longer, forcing my cum out of the limited space in her vagina, soaking
both of us with our combined juices.Finally, though, I simply didn't
have any more cum to give her, and stopped filling her with my seed -
though still-hard penis continued to twinge in time with her spasms.

As her climax started to taper off, I rested on my elbows above her, and
again started kissing her shoulders and softly biting her neck - making
her moan and grind her pelvis against me. Finally, though, her climax
ended, and she was able to open her eyes and look at me, smiling. I
smiled back at her, and leaned my head down to give her a long, gentle
kiss, then softly kissing her eyes and cheeks and nose before tasting
her lips again.

We rested like that for several minutes, as my penis softened inside
her. I started to withdraw and get up once, but she wrapped her legs
around me again, and said "Wait. I want to feel you in me as long as I
can", so I held myself there over her until my penis had softened so
much that it finally popped free of her - releasing another mini-flood
of our mixed secretions. I slid sideways, and rolled over onto my side;
she raised her legs, and I curled mine under them, so that we looked as
though she were sitting on my lap. I reached behind me, and pulled the
bedspread over the two of us, so that she wouldn't get cold, and under
the cover of it, went back to caressing her, from her breasts to her
crotch. I told her "I'm sorry that you had to be hurt; I hope that it
wasn't too bad for you". She smiled at me, kissed me, and said "I knew
that it might hurt a little - and that's all that it hurt: a little. I
think it would have been a lot worse if I'd done it with another boy.
Thank you for not rushing me, and letting me wait when I needed to".
After a moment, she continued with "I didn't realize before just how big
you are - I'm glad that you 'loosened me up' first". I answered her by
saying "Believe it or not, I'm only average there - about 6 inches.
There are men out there a lot larger, but most are going to be pretty
close to the same size I am. When you get a little older, the size won't
matter so much, and if you don't make love for a while, you'll simply
start to shrink inside again, just like you would after you had a baby".
She looked at me skeptically, but didn't say any more - she just closed
her eyes, captured my hand, and brought it up to hold her breast as we
both drifted off for a little nap.

We woke up a little while later, kind of stuck together from our dried
juices - which she found almost hysterically funny - and had to almost
pry ourselves apart to go into the bathroom and clean up. True to her
word, she was hungry again when we got out of the bathroom, and the two
of us headed in to finish up the pizza - I had another slice, and she
had two, claiming that she'd 'worked up an appetite" - making us both
laugh. We sat there in the living room for another couple of hours,
laying on the couch holding each other with a blanket over us, watching
TV. When the late news came on, I pulled the blanket off of us, and
teased her by saying "Well, it's time for bed - I suppose I'd better get
out of here so you can go to sleep". I couldn't help but laugh at the
look she got on her face, before she realized that I'd been joking with
her, telling me "You rat!". Still chuckling to myself, I asked her if
she wanted to sleep with me that night - and she tried to tease me back
by saying "If you have to ask, maybe I shouldn't!", but quickly gave in
when I answered her by saying "Okay - you've got blankets and such right
here....".

I turned the TV and lights off, and held her next to me as we went in to
go to bed. We pulled back the covers, slid in, and pulled them back up
before getting ourselves set up in 'spoon' position with me behind her,
her head resting partly on my arm, and my arm curled around her, cupping
her breast in my hand. She wiggled her cute butt in my 'lap', and when I
started to get hard, she started pressing herself back against me. I had
to remind her that she still had to get up and go to school the next
day, before she relented; and even then, I had to plead inability to old
age (she snickered at that) before she gave up completely. We fell
asleep that way, my holding her breast in my hand, and my penis tucked
up against her butt and crotch.

The next morning, I woke up feeling a bit cold - but with the delightful
sensation of having a warm mouth sliding up and down on my penis.

I looked down at Robyn, and she looked back up at me - with a
mischievous look in her eye - winked at me, and went back to giving me
one helluva wake-up call.

I continued to enjoy the sensations for a bit, but decided that there
wasn't any reason that I shouldn't have a little fun, too; I reached
over and nudged her leg toward me, so that she would slide over a bit.

When she did, I reached out and started softly stroking my finger up and
down the entrance to her vagina. She quickly spread her legs a little
more, and moved herself around so that her hips were on the bed, but her
torso was curved up and around so that her firm breasts and hard nipples
pressed into my lower belly as she continued to suck on my erection.

I gradually changed from simply stroking her vaginal lips to circling
her now-erect clitoris with my finger. Because of the way she was laying
next to me, her juices were flowing down toward her clitoris, keeping it
- and my finger - well lubricated. Once I started rubbing her clitoris,
it wasn't long before we were synchronized: the faster she moved her
lips up and down on my erection, the faster I diddled her clit - the
harder she sucked on me, the more firm my pressure on her. As she got
wetter and wetter (and I got harder and harder!), she used the hand that
wasn't holding my erection, and started cupping and softly squeezing my
balls - I returned the favor by using my thumb to rub and press against
her anus, occasionally dipping down to collect some of her wetness to
keep things well lubricated.

This went on for several more minutes, until we were both getting close
to cumming. As she got closer and closer to her orgasm, her action on my
penis slowed down too - which slowed down my action on her clitoris;
effectively teasing both of us into extremely strong climaxes. I started
first, and when she felt my balls tighten up, she sucked my penis as far
into her mouth as she could, and started using her tongue to stimulate
the head; I responded by stopping my circling of her clit, and simply
pressing on it with my finger in alternating firm-and-gentle pressures,
as though I were tapping on it. That was enough to trigger her orgasm,
and as I felt her body tighten up, I quickly dipped some more of her
juices from her vagina, used them to lube her anus, and slipped my thumb
into it - making her moan even harder, sending a tingle clear down to my
balls, and making me cum all that much more. She was so distracted by
her orgasm that she completely forgot to swallow my semen, and it
quickly filled her mouth to overflowing, so that some of it slid down to
her chin and the rest rolled down my erection, wetting my balls.

She continued to climax, and after I finished shooting my load, she
swallowed once and then opened her mouth, letting the remains of my cum
slide down her chin. As she continued to spasm, she released my penis
from her mouth, and started rubbing it on her face, spreading my semen
across her lips and cheeks, and even onto her nose. While she was doing
that, I continued my ministrations to her clitoris and rectum - as her
spasms slowly decreased in intensity, I changed from pressing on her
clitoris to softly rubbing it, slowing down her 'recovery', and gently
moved my thumb inside her ass - not actually sliding it in and out, but
simply keeping her aware of its presence. Each time she spasmed, I could
feel her anus tighten down on my thumb, and I would 'flutter' it, in
response.

Finally, though, her orgasm stopped; I pulled my thumb from her ass with
a soft popping noise, and quickly slid my now-drenched finger into her
vagina, just holding it there. For her part, she swallowed the remains
of my semen that were in her mouth, licked her lips, and dropped her
head back down to clean up my now-softening penis and balls by licking
them off. When she was satisfied with her 'cleaning' job, she wiggled
her hips a little bit, and I slowly withdrew my finger from her -
enjoying the way her vaginal walls tried to hold on to it, and how her
vaginal lips clung to it, pulling them out even further.

When my hand was free, I patted her on the hip, and told her "Thank you
- that's one damn fine way to wake up!". She giggled a bit, and said
"It's a nice start to the day for me, too...", and we both started
laughing. She moved up next to me, laying on her side, and I bent my
head down and kissed her on the cheek, then on the top of her head as
she snuggled close to me.

She explained to me that she'd woken up early, and decided that she
wanted to see what my penis and balls looked like when I wasn't hard, so
she'd pulled the covers down, and started moving my penis and balls
around, examining them. As she'd done so, I'd started to get hard, and
the more she manipulated them, the more excited I got, until she'd
started getting excited, too ("Something about that just turns me on!")
finally decided to go ahead and give me "a blow-job - that's the term,
right?". As she was telling me about all this, I reached down and
grabbed the covers, pulling them up over us, since the morning was a bit
cool. When she finished, I asked her if she'd found out what she wanted
to know; she looked up at me, gave me a real shit-eating grin, and
nodded her head.

We laid there like that for several more minutes, until the alarm clock
went off. She reluctantly let me go so that I could get up and turn it
off; when the noise stopped, I moved back toward the bed - she threw the
covers back, spread her legs, and reached out as though she wanted me to
make love to her. After having just cum so much, I wasn't in any
condition to try, so instead, I asked her "Do you really mean that, or
are you still a bit too sore inside from last night?". She put her arms
back down, and admitted that she was a little sore inside; I suggested
that instead of making it worse, she join me in a hot shower - reminding
her that she still had to go to school that day, and that I had work to
do.

She quickly agreed, and the two of us went in to have a little wet fun
getting ready for the day, soaping and scrubbing each other with a lot
of groping and squeezing and tickling tossed in for good measure.

I finished dressing first, and as I left the bedroom, asked her what she
wanted for breakfast. She said she didn't care, as long as there was a
lot of it.

When she finally showed herself again, she found that I'd made her a
bacon-and-cheese omelets, hash browns, and English muffin, with milk and
juice to wash it all down with. She looked at it kind of suspiciously,
probably thinking that I couldn't be a very good cook as a bachelor; but
after she'd taken the first bite of omelets, quickly put the whole meal
away, finishing it off by saying "I didn't know men could cook!". I
laughed and explained to her that living by myself, I either had to
learn how to cook or spend all my money on fast food. She laughed back,
and told me that it tasted great. I asked if it was enough, or if she
wanted more, and she said that it was fine - she didn't have that much
to eat for breakfast even at home. She asked me about my breakfast, and
I told her that I'd have plenty of time after she left for school -
reminding her that she didn't have much time before she had to leave.
While she went in to finish getting ready for school, I cleaned up the
table, and went into the bedroom to make the bed - and discovered that
she'd already done it. When she came out of the bathroom, I thanked her
(making her smile), and went in to brush my own teeth while she
collected her things for school. When I came out, I found that she'd
folded up the blanket that we'd used on the couch the night before, so I
again thanked her for her helpfulness and being so thoughtful. She
dimpled prettily, and said that she'd better get going. I escorted her
to the door, and before I could open it, she put her hand behind my
neck, pulled me down a little, and gave me a kiss that damn near had me
ripping her clothes off before she broke it off. With a devilish gleam
in her eye, she opened the door, and headed off to school, leaving me
standing there in a daze.

I spent the morning taking care of a couple of errands and such, and was
back home working on my program around lunch time when her mother called
to tell me that her flight wouldn't be getting in until nearly midnight.
I asked her if she wanted Robyn to come home then, and she said there
wasn't any point in waking her up just to send her back to bed, and said
that if it wasn't any trouble, she was willing to let Robyn spend a
second night in my apartment. I said that Robyn hadn't been any bother
at all (laughing to myself at the understatement), and told her that it
was fine with me. I asked if she needed to be picked up at the airport,
and she said that her airport shuttle ticket was for a round trip, and
thanked me for the offer. She then said that she had to get back to her
class, and I told her that I'd see her the next day, then - she agreed,
and hung up the phone. When Robyn got back from school that afternoon,
she let herself in, put her books down, and come over to watch me for a
bit. When she saw that I was in the middle of something, she quietly
went into the kitchen to get herself something to drink, came back, and
sat down to watch me. When I'd finished, I turned to her, smiled, told
her about her mother's phone call (she laughed at what I'd said about
her not being any bother); she was delighted at the opportunity for
another entire night at my place. I asked her how school was; she said
that it was fine, but that she'd felt a little sore inside all day. I
started to apologize to her, and she interrupted me by saying "I'm not
blaming you, or anything like that. It would have happened sooner or
later, and I know that it was a lot easier and safer having you do it.
I'm just letting you know that I don't think I'm up to any repeat
performances for a couple days".

I nodded my head in understanding, and started to turn back toward the
computer when she added "But that doesn't mean that I'm not interested
in doing anything else!". When I turned back to look at her, she stood
up, took her shirt off (nothing on under it, of course), unfastened her
jeans and slid them off in one of the most erotic displays I'd seen in a
long time: moving slowly, sliding them off a little at a time and
dipping her hand into her panties every now and then. By the time they
were all the way down, and she'd kicked them away, my penis was
definitely starting to rise. She gave me a Mona Lisa kind of smile,
pulled my swivel chair around to face her, and kneeled down in front of
me. She reached out and unfastened my belt buckle, then my pants,
unzipping them so slowly that I could hear it as each pair of zipper
teeth came apart. When my zipper was all the way down, she grasped the
waistband, and when I lifted my hips, pulled them down, and off my feet.
With me sitting there in my shirt and underwear, she leaned forward,
pulled the front of my briefs down, and lifted my cock and balls out.
Once they were clear, she lowered her head - ever so slowly, looking me
right in the eyes the whole time - and took the head of my rapidly-
stiffening penis into her mouth, holding it there with her lips as she
caressed it with her tongue. As I got harder and harder, she would
'walk' her lips farther and farther down my erection, until I could feel
the head of my cock pressing against her throat. She wasn't able to
'deep throat', but she didn't miss it by much, and not from lack of
trying!

When she'd gotten me into her mouth as far as she could, she slowly
raised her head again, tickling the bottom of my erection with her
tongue, and leaving me coated with her saliva. After she'd gotten back
to the head, she released it just long enough to tell me "Y'know - I
really do like doing this! Knowing that I can have this kind of effect
on a man with only this part of my body really makes me feel good...",
and with that, slowly started sucking me back into her mouth.

All that was left for me to do was to lean back and enjoy it - which I
did to the utmost: watching the way her lips slid up and down my cock,
how they would pull in a little when she sucked on me, the way her
breasts would jiggle slightly as her torso moved, the feeling of her
tongue as she'd massage the bottom of my erection when she had me all
the way in her mouth or would use it to caress the head when she let me
out again. She kept this up for what seemed like hours, but was really
only about half an hour: every time I would start to feel myself getting
ready to cum, she would seem to sense it, and slow down or stop what she
was doing until the sensation passed - and then pick up again. After
about the third time of that, I was moaning, and as I again got close to
cumming, started moving my hips as though I was fucking her mouth. She
seemed to understand that it was time to finish me off, and started to
speed up slightly - but only until she felt my balls tighten up again.
Then she slowed way down, and started twisting her head and using her
tongue as much as possible, so that she was teasing and stimulating
every part of my erection. She had my balls in her hand by now, and her
thumb was resting against the base of my cock. When she felt the first
wad of my jism head for her mouth, she pulled her head back so that only
about half my penis was in her mouth, and started both sucking on me as
hard as she could, and using her tongue to tickle my cock just behind
the head, at the bottom. It felt as though I was cumming a cupful at a
shot, and it was so intense that I kind of blacked out for a few moments
during the first couple of spasms. When I was able to look down at her,
she had her eyes closed, concentrating on what she was doing, and had a
look of absolute bliss on her face - she really did enjoy it! As my
semen filled her mouth, she would swallow it; but my last few spurts
weren't enough to fill her mouth again, and I could feel it as she
rolled my semen around in her mouth, enjoying the taste of it, before
swallowing the remains of it.

As my erection subsided, she sucked my entire penis in, and used her
lips and tongue to squeegee it clean before releasing it. As I was
recovering from that, and catching my breath, she moved the focus of her
attention down, and started licking my balls, and taking them into her
mouth where she'd roll them around, sucking on them gently.

When I'd finally recovered completely, I started to sit up again; she
released one of my balls from her mouth, stood up, took a swallow of the
Coke I had handy, and sat down in my lap so that her mons was resting
between my cock and balls. I looked at her with a questioning look, and
she seemed a bit confused at first, then brightened up and said "Somehow
I don't think that most men are willing to taste cum - even their own.
Or maybe especially their own. So I just used the Coke to rinse my mouth
out!", and with that, gave me a kiss that almost curled my toes. I
kissed her back as hard as I could, and it was only a moment or two
before we had our mouths open and our tongues dueling. I stuck my tongue
into her mouth, and mixed in with the taste of the Coke, could also get
a hint of what my cum must have tasted like for her.

When we finally broke the kiss, she leaned back a little, and looked
into my face - as though looking to see if I was repulsed or offended by
kissing her after she'd given me head. She could apparently see that I
wasn't, and seemed to brighten up even more.

I forced a serious look on my face, and said "You know, you're very
selfish to do things like that. There are things that I would like to do
too". She got a slightly-frightened look on her face, and in a quiet
voice asked "What?". I couldn't help but smile, and told her "The same
thing to YOU!". She started to laugh, realizing that I'd tricked her
again, and I joined in with her. After we'd calmed down a bit, she said
"Well, I certainly wouldn't want to stop you from having your kind of
fun...."; I took the hint, got her to stand up, and led her into the
bedroom. Once there, I sat her down on the edge of the bed, and had her
lean back.

I sat down cross-legged on floor in front of her, and when I spread her
legs a little, could see that the crotch of her panties was thoroughly
drenched - not only did she like giving head, but it apparently turned
her on, too!

I reached forward, took the waistband of her panties, and slowly pulled
them off her as she raised her hips. When I'd gotten them free of her
feet, I lifted them to my face, looked her squarely in the eyes, sniffed
the crotch of them, and smiled at her. She smiled back in
acknowledgement, and I tossed her panties onto the bed next to her. I
took her by the ankles, lifted her legs, moved my hands to the backs of
her knees, and spread her legs, so that they were resting on my
shoulders - giving me a wonderful view of her mons and vaginal lips
(already glistening with her wetness). I scooted forward a bit, so that
I wouldn't be in such an awkward position, and started kissing the
insides of her thighs - about halfway between crotch and knee - and
gently 'biting' at them with my lips. I'd progress a couple of inches
toward her crotch on one leg before switching over to the other one, and
each time I switched legs, I'd start from a little farther from her
crotch than where I'd finished before.

Ultimately, though, I reached her vaginal lips - which I gave only a
brief suckling before starting the process over again, only from the top
fringe of her pubic hair and mons. This time, though, as I got closer
and closer to her vagina, her pelvis was starting to move, as though
trying to locate my lips and tongue. Again, when I reached her vaginal
lips, it was only for long enough to give them a couple of slow licks
before starting to gently suck and bite her entire crotch - always
around, but never on, her vagina and clitoris. By now, her vaginal lips
were fully extended, and her lubrication was starting to make its way
down toward her anus; she was moaning almost constantly, and was
starting to beg me "Please.... more.... don't.. tease.. me....
please....".

I finally had mercy on her, and started tracing her inner lips with my
tongue - they were definitely swollen, though still rather thin.

They were slick with her juices, and I had no trouble tracing their
folds from back by her anus and up toward her clitoris. Each time I
would trace the 'inside' of one of them, I would dip my tongue into the
entrance of her vagina; never far enough to actually penetrate her, but
always enough to make her think I was going to. Each time I did that,
she would spread her legs farther apart, and arch her pelvis up, opening
herself to me.

She was also wet enough that her juices were freely flowing - what I
didn't lick up with each pass of my tongue was sliding down and wetting
her rectum.

I'd had her ass cheeks in my hands until now, but I released one of them
so that I could reach up and start playing with her breasts - softly
pulling on her nipples, squeezing them, caressing her breasts, and
stroking her from her breasts to her mons. Gradually, she responded by
taking hold of my hand with one of hers, and holding it on one of her
breasts while she used the other hand on her other breast herself.

When she did that, I pulled my hand back, and took hold of her cute
little ass cheek with it while I continued to tongue her cleft and
clitoris. I settled into a rhythm of licking the outside of her vagina -
still slightly entering it with my tongue - from the bottom to the top,
pausing to make little circles around her clit before starting over
again.

I kept this up for several more minutes, gradually concentrating more
and more on her clitoris, though still taking little 'dips' into her
vagina, not only to keep her clit from drying out, but to savor the
sweet slipperiness that was inside her.

As I focused more and more on her little nubbin, she moaned and sighed
more and more, as well. It wasn't too long before I could feel her
starting to tense up in preparation for a climax. At that point, I did
to her what she'd been doing to me: stopping the climactic stimulation,
and going on to something else, so as to prolong the experience. In my
case, that was to stop rubbing her clit, and start licking her vaginal
lips, and sucking them into my mouth before penetrating her with my
tongue. I heard a groan of frustration at that, but it was soon replaced
by more moans of arousal as I continued my attentions to her vaginal
opening. When she started arching her pelvis up at my tongue again, I
went back to the stern-to-stem licking of her mons; and was eventually
at the point of teasing only her clitoris. Again, when I felt her tense
up, I stopped circling and rubbing her nubbin with my tongue, and went
back to giving her tasty little vagina my attention; and the response
was another groan of frustration. We went through the whole sequence
again, and the last time I left her clitoris for her vagina, I started
massaging her anus with one of my fingers, and as I stimulated her
vagina, started working my finger into her rectum, using the abundant
lubrication to ease the way.

As I licked and sucked on her inner lips, I would slowly work my finger
in and out of her anus, always being careful not to move too quickly,
and being sure that my finger was well-lubricated. At first, she was
slow to respond to my oral administrations; but as she became accustomed
to having my finger in her, and grew to like the sensations it produced,
she rapidly returned to her former level of arousal - if not becoming
even more stimulated. When I looked up at her, I could see that in
addition to everything else, she'd also taken her panties, and laid them
across her face so that she could smell the crotch of them, too - and
seemed to be enjoying it tremendously.

This time, when I had again worked my way from her slit to her clitoris,
I had decided to finish getting her off. By the time I was focusing
exclusively on her clitoris, I was able to move my finger in and out of
her anus readily - she was readily accepting what was happening there,
and even enjoying it. I continued teasing her clitoris by rubbing it in
little circles, first firmly, then more gently, than firmly again, and
so on. As her breathing got quicker and quicker, I slowed my rhythm on
her clitoris, maintaining a steady pressure, so that the last little bit
before her orgasm became "the longest yard". Finally, though, I felt her
tighten up again - far more than any time before - and she started
moaning deep in her throat as I felt her little pink rosebud tighten
around my finger. As her first spasm started, I removed my finger from
her clitoris, and replaced it with my mouth: sucking on her little
nubbin in time with her contractions as I moved my finger in and out of
her anus in full, long strokes, as though fucking her with it. That
seemed to be more than she could take, and her sounds changed from
simple moans and sighs, to full-fledged screams and other unintelligible
noises. Her first spasm lasted several seconds at its peak, and it was
followed by several more only slightly-less-powerful contractions; as
each contraction ended, I could feel her rectum 'flutter' as it relaxed
around my finger.

Gradually, the spasms lessened in intensity until they stopped
completely; but the entire process must have lasted a full minute or
more.

When her orgasm finally died down, I slowly withdrew my finger from her
anus while continuing to softly lick her again-hidden clitoris; it
seemed as though her ass didn't want to let go of its new friend. I took
a few moments to lick up some of the copious fluid she'd released before
standing up. I moved onto the bed next to her, pulled her up so that she
was laying on it completely, and laid next to her, holding her in my
arms as she recovered from what must have been the strongest orgasm
she'd ever had.

Eventually, she caught her breath, and when she'd recovered some more of
her senses, turned toward me with tears in her eyes, and hugged me with
all her might, thanking me for what I'd just done for her. I held her
like that for a couple of minutes as she quietly cried all over my chest
and shoulder.

Finally, the waterworks dried up, and I asked her if she'd gotten enough
exercise to have an appetite - a question that brought a smile to her
face. She nodded, and I told her that if she'd join me for a quick
shower, we'd get dressed and I'd take her out for something to eat. With
that, she jumped up, took me by the hand, and led me into the bathroom,
where we shared a surprisingly quick (but efficient) shower before
getting dressed. We both put on clean clothes (she even 'dressed up'
enough to put on a bra, which I 'checked for proper fit' - causing a
paroxysm of laughter from her). While she was 'getting ready' (checking
her hair, etc), I went in, shut down the computer, and generally
neatened up the apartment - mostly consisting of collecting the
scattered clothing we'd shed thus far.

When she (finally!) decided she was ready, I asked her where she wanted
to go, and she said "Someplace with tables and chairs and waitresses!",
and off we headed, ultimately winding up at a Big Boy restaurant (her
choice).

While we were out having supper, Robyn behaved like an absolute angel:
considering how she and I had spent the last couple of hours, she didn't
play any sex games or anything else. She just acted as though she were
my daughter, and we were out having supper because 'Mom' had to work
late, or something. We drew a few looks, but they were uniformly
directed toward Robyn: men and boys of various ages, simply looking at
her to appreciate her beauty.

Supper went by without any problems (other than Robyn embarrassing
herself by how much she ate); on the way home was another matter. We
hadn't any more than cleared the parking lot of the restaurant when
Robyn was unfastening her blouse - and when she'd removed it, taking off
her bra. Distracting (and pleasurable) though it was, I couldn't help
but ask "Don't you think you ought to put the blouse back on? Or are you
just trying to get me arrested?". She laughed, and said that she really
didn't like wearing a bra, and that she was putting her blouse back on,
anyway.

I must confess to being more than a little relieved when she did just
that - though she made it a point to leave it about half undone, just so
that she could flash what cleavage she had at me every time I looked
over at her. The night air was a little cool, and her erect nipples made
for some pleasant distractions.

Eventually, though, we did get back to my place. We hadn't any more than
gotten the door closed when the phone rang. It was Robyn's mother, Lucy,
calling from the airport. She explained to me that her flight had been
overbooked, and that she'd agreed to be 'bumped' in exchange for a free
ticket. The result was that she wouldn't actually be back in town until
after 3:00 AM. She wanted to know if it was still agreeable for Robyn to
spend another night, and I assured her that it was.

I told her that we'd just gotten back from having supper out, and she
was glad to hear that I wasn't going to feed Robyn nothing but junk food
and pizza. Robyn was listening, too, when her mother asked if Robyn had
been behaving herself; and she almost went into (quiet) hysterics when I
told her mother "I couldn't ask Robyn for better than what she's given
me".

We continued to chat for a couple minutes about where she'd been and
what the course had been about and such before she asked to talk with
Robyn. By this time, Robyn had pretty well recovered from the answer I'd
given her mother about her behavior, and was able to talk with her for a
little bit. I heard Robyn tell her mother "Oh, yes, I'm being very
good." - and nodded my head in enthusiastic agreement, almost causing
Robyn to break out laughing. Finally, though, her mother remembered that
she'd called me collect, said goodbye, and Robyn hung up the phone - and
promptly collapsing on the floor in laughter, gasping "'Couldn't ask for
better.....'" (chortles of laughter) "'I'm being very good....'"
followed by more laughter. It took her longer to get her composure back
because I kept standing there, shaking my head and making 'tsk, tsk,
tsk' noises; and about the time she finally calmed down, I told her (in
a child-like, accusing voice) "Oooooo, what you said..... you're gonna
be in TRUH-bullllll....", sending her off into another paroxysm of
laughter.

Finally, though, she calmed down again, and was able to get back up off
the floor, where she'd been laughing and crying. I got her a small
towel, and she used it to dry her eyes and face before heading into the
bathroom. I went over and turned on the TV, and a few minutes later,
heard her as she left the bathroom - but it was a couple more minutes
before she came walking back into the living room, wearing only a smile.

I looked at her and raised and eyebrow, and she just said "I'm more
comfortable this way. Besides, isn't snuggling on the couch this way a
lot more fun?". I certainly couldn't argue with her logic, and went into
the bedroom to undress, too. When I went back into the living room, I
saw that Robyn had gotten the blanket out, and was waiting for me to
join her on the couch. I had a sudden thought, and mentioned to her that
it would probably be a good idea if we made the couch up ready to be
slept on before settling down to watch TV. She looked confused, and I
explained to her that if her mother was even later getting in, she might
stop by, and it wouldn't do to have an unmade couch for her to see.
Robyn understood the sense in that, and together we made the couch up
ready for 'bed'. Once we'd settled in, I mentioned to her that having
the sheets and such looking 'lived in' would also help preserve the
appearance that Robyn had slept on the couch and not in my bed. She
nodded her understanding of that, too.

We lay there on the couch for most of the evening. Sometimes, I'd be
laying down with Robyn laying on top of me; other times, I'd be sitting,
and Robyn would have her head in my lap while I had my hand on her
breast (and during commercials, she'd turn her head and give my penis
little kisses and licks while I'd tweak her nipples, keeping us both
mildly stimulated).

Later, though, she sat up and looked at me as though she had something
on her mind. I turned the TV off, and asked her if there was something
she wanted to talk about. She said there was, and I had to prompt her to
go ahead. After a couple of false starts, she finally came out with
"Remember what you did? Before?". That kind of question left me
completely blank, and I had to tell her "If you can narrow down the
definition of 'what I did' and 'before', I can probably answer your
question". She took a deep breath, and said "I mean what you did earlier
tonight, while I was on the bed and you were on the floor. What you were
doing... with your finger...". With that, I understood what she was
talking about (when I'd had my finger in her anus), and replied "Okay,
now I know what you mean. Was there something wrong? Did I hurt you, or
did you not like it, or what?". She hesitated again, and finally said
"Well, no, I mean yes, I mean, no you didn't hurt me, and yes, I did
like it. I just don't know if it's wrong, or not".

I reminded her about what I'd said about her body telling her if
something was happening to it that was 'wrong'; she remembered that, but
said that she was worried that she was somehow 'weird' for liking it. I
told her that there were a lot of different things that excited people,
and that not everyone was 'turned on' by the same things. She asked me
what I meant, and I started out by pointing out gay men and women;
noting that just because a man or woman was sexually excited by another
person of the same sex didn't make them 'weird', just different. She
gave me a funny look, and I told her that gays had enough trouble from
other people just for being gay, and that I didn't think it was up to me
to judge them just for their sexual orientation. She seemed to
understand that; particularly after I pointed out to her that there were
enough people in the world that didn't like each other for all kinds of
stupid 'reasons', and that I wasn't going to contribute to the stupidity
by sticking my personal moral values into something that really wasn't
any of my business, anyway. She asked me if I thought there was such a
thing as "Sin", and I told her that I could only think of 3 things that
I would consider 'sinful' - and one of those was just stupidity taken to
an extreme: hurting yourself (the stupid one), hurting others (whether
out of malice or self-righteousness), and one person trying to force
their concept of 'morality' on someone else (whether physically,
emotionally, or intellectually). I explained that sometimes it really IS
necessary to hurt someone else, whether physically (like a doctor
performing an amputation) or emotionally (telling someone with bad
grooming habits that you don't want to stand downwind of them - but ONLY
if you do it out of genuine concern for them, and not to hurt them or
because it makes you feel 'superior'). As for morality, I told her, if
you can't convince the other person of the validity of your position
calmly through words and reason and logic, then you have no reason to
use force against them - UNLESS they try to use force against you,
first; and then only if you use enough force to cancel theirs, or they
present a genuine physical threat against you. She thought about that
for a few minutes, and asked me a few more questions about what I'd
said, and I answered them as best I could, until she was finally
satisfied that she understood it.

Then she asked me if I thought she might be gay because she had smelled
her own panties. It was all I could do not to laugh; I quietly told her
again that different things stimulated different people, and that if she
enjoyed the smell of her own lubrication, then that was her business.
She was real quiet for a bit, and finally admitted to me "While I was
smelling them, I was wondering what another girl would smell like; and
while you were licking me, I was thinking about what it would be like to
lick another woman that way. And I've thought about what it would be
like to feel another woman's tits, and for her to feel mine. Is that
bad?". I had to assure her that I didn't think so - I reminded her that
she had seemed to enjoy what we had done together (making her smile),
and that if she thought she would enjoy being with another girl or
woman, then she would simply have twice as many ways to feel sexual
pleasure. She laughed a little at that, and I told her that the only way
she was ever going to find out if she really liked it or not would be to
try it - if she liked it, then fine; if not, then she knew that, too.
She got kind of thoughtful about that for a couple of minutes, and
finally said "I guess you're right. But who to find out with?". I
politely told her that I really couldn't help her with that part, but
suggested that if there was another girl that she was 'best friends'
with enough to talk about sex with, she might be able to get that person
interested enough to find out with her. She smiled at that, and said
"I'll give that some thought...".

With that said, she looked at me as though just realizing that I was
still there, blushed a little, and said "Just thinking about it makes me
all wet - see?", leaned back, and spread her legs, showing me that her
vaginal lips were extended and glistening with her moisture. I told her
that as many times, and as strongly, as she'd made me cum in the last
couple of days, I wasn't sure that I could do anything myself, but that
I'd be happy to do whatever I could for her. She got a lecherous grin on
her face, and said "Let me see if there's anything I can do to change
your mind....", and slithered forward so that she was sitting in my lap,
with her legs wrapped around me. She pressed her firm young tits into my
chest, and I could feel her hard little nipples poking at my skin; and
as she started wiggling her crotch against my penis, she started licking
and softly biting at my neck. I didn't think it was possible, but damned
if she didn't start to have the desired effect on me - in just a couple
of minutes, my penis was semi-erect; and she was able to slide her slick
vaginal lips along it, and press her erecting clitoris against it. While
she was doing all of that, I had wrapped my arms around her, and was
caressing her shoulders, and sliding my hands up and down her back - far
enough that I was able to squeeze her buttocks at the bottom, and
sometimes even give her anus and vaginal opening little caresses and
rubs.

As I got harder and harder, her movements in my lap became more and more
pronounced, and along with that, she started moving her torso around,
lightly dragging her nipples across my chest.

Before long, I was completely hard, and she was pressing her vaginal
opening and clitoris against the head of my penis; her entire crotch and
all of my penis were thoroughly soaked from her secretions.

After she'd pressed herself against the head of my erection a few times,
I pulled my arms from around her, and gently nudged her away from me a
little bit, so that I could look at her. She smiled up at me, and said
"I'm not as sore inside now as I was before; but my hips still hurt a
little from last night. Is there another way that we can make love where
I don't have to spread my legs so much?"; I told her that I figured we
could use the 'doggy' position. She looked a bit baffled, until I asked
her if she'd ever seen two dogs - that made her understand, and she
quickly nodded her agreement. I said that I figured the couch looked
'lived in' enough, and suggested that we adjourn to the bedroom. She
quickly agreed, and led the way in - leading me by an iron grip on my
erect cock.

When we got in there, she asked what she should do; I simply told her
that if she were to get on her hands and knees at the edge of the bed, I
could stand behind her and enter her that way. In no time at all, she
had 'assumed the position', and her smooth, firm, young butt was
sticking up in the air at me - and leaving me a wonderful view of her
anus and distended vaginal lips. She said that she thought I was
probably a little dry from the trip, what with all of my parts "sticking
out like that", and asked if I thought she should "juice it up a little"
before entering her. I allowed as how I thought that might help, making
her giggle, and moved around in front of her. She quickly took my
erection in her mouth, and after a few strokes, released it long enough
to say "I can taste myself - different from what you taste like, but
still nice..." before sucking me back in for some more licking and
sucking. Finally, though, she reached the point where she wanted me in
her, and gave me one more slow, juicy lick before releasing my penis
from her mouth and wiggling her butt at me. I took the not-so-subtle
hint, and quickly moved around behind her. She was quite ready, but I
couldn't help moving up close behind her, and sliding my erect penis
along her inner lips and against her clitoris. After only a couple such
strokes, though, she was moving her hips around, trying to capture my
penis, so I held her hip with one hand as I used the other to position
the head of my erection at her slit. I rubbed it up and down a couple of
times, to make sure we were both well lubricated to start with, before
she began pressing herself back against me, encouraging me to enter her.
Still holding her hip with one hand, I repositioned my cock, and started
easing it into her. There was a little resistance at first, but our
combined wetness soon overcame it, and the head of my dick popped into
her. I held still for a moment, to give her time to again get used to
having me there, put the hand that had been holding my erection on her
other hip, and started pressing my hips forward, pushing my penis
farther into her, a little at a time: in a couple of inches, hold, out
an inch, and in a couple more inches. Before long, my last stroke into
her found me all the way inside her - the head of my erect penis
pressing against the farthest place in her vagina, and my balls hanging
down next to her clitoris. I held there for a bit - again, to give her
time to adjust to having me inside her; and after a little bit, she
started moving back against me, indicating that she was ready for me to
start making love to her.

I still had a grip on her hips, and slowly withdrew my penis, until just
the head of it was inside her. I paused for a moment, and then just as
slowly, pushed cock back into her hot, tight, very wet young pussy. When
I was all the way back inside, I paused only a moment, and repeated the
process, only a little faster, and with no delay when only the head of
my erection was still inside her.

Over the next couple of minutes, my movements became faster and faster,
until I was pistoning in and out of her without hesitation - and she
seemed to be enjoying every bit of it, since she was moving herself back
against me on my 'in' strokes, making my penis hit the deepest part of
her, and causing my balls to swing forward and bump her clitoris.

Because she'd given me such a spine-tingling blowjob only a few hours
before, I didn't feel any big need to cum - in fact, I felt as though I
could go all night. So to keep things 'interesting', I would vary my
actions every so often - sometimes withdrawing so that the head of my
cock was right at the very entrance of her, and rapidly moving it back
and forth; other times, withdrawing from her ever so slowly, and then
sliding back into her very quickly. The more I slid in and out of her,
the wetter she got, and it wasn't long before her juices were starting
to dribble down the insides of her thighs, and had completely drenched
my balls - and thus her entire pubis, from my balls swinging forward and
bumping her clitoris.

After a few minutes of this went by, she reached back with her hand, and
started rubbing her clitoris with her fingers; I let go of one of her
hips, and reached under her to take one of her breasts in my hand and
start squeezing it and gently pinching her nipple.

When I looked down at where we were joined, I could see how her vaginal
lips clung to my cock on the out strokes, and disappeared back inside
her on the in strokes; and each time I slid back inside her, her little
pink anus would pucker, as though in sympathy or envy of what her vagina
was feeling. Along with that, there was the soft squishing sound from my
movements in and out of her, her deep-throated moans each time I
withdrew, and her grunts of pleasure each time I 'hit bottom'.

She was still supporting herself with one arm, and when it started to
get tired, she lowered herself so that her shoulders were resting on the
bed. Since I couldn't reach her breast in that position, I took hold of
her hip again; she kept rubbing her clitoris with one hand, and now used
the other to continue what I'd been doing to her breasts, switching back
and forth between them.

Being able to hold her steady again, I speeded up slightly, fully
stroking in and out of her steadily; with her in the position she was, I
was able to enter her just a bit deeper, which seemed to please her (and
felt pretty damn good to me, too!). I kept that pace up for several more
minutes - fast enough to keep stimulating her more and more, but not so
fast as to tire myself out - and before too long, she was rested enough
to raise herself back up on the hand she'd been using to rub her clit,
switching hands so that it didn't get too lonely. Since I wasn't able to
go as deep any more, I let go of her hip again, and resumed playing with
her breast - only this time, when I started softly pinching her nipple,
she told me "Feels good.... harder!". When I did, I could feel her start
to become even more excited, and when she repeated "harder!", I did so
with even less hesitation. Before long, I could feel her approaching
orgasm: her vaginal walls were starting to quiver around my penis. With
that, she stopped rubbing her clit, and brought her hand up to squeeze
the breast that I didn't have hold of, and pull its nipple.

The stimulation of her vaginal walls on my cock was starting to have its
effect, and I released her breast so that I could again take hold of her
hip, and get a little better control of how I was moving in her. Just a
few seconds later, she started banging herself back against me, slamming
my penis into her, and causing my balls to strike her clitoris even
harder; that seemed to be enough to push her 'over the edge', and she
began her orgasm. As it started, I could feel her vaginal muscles
tighten around my cock, and the added pressure was enough to trigger me,
as well, as I pushed myself as far into her as I could. As each of her
spasms hit, I could feel her tighten down on my cock, prompting me to
shoot another wad of my jism inside her - which seemed to trigger her
vagina to start a kind of 'milking' action on my erection.

She was still very small and tight inside, and it took only a couple of
loads of my semen to fill her completely; every drop after that forced
some of our combined juices that were already in her out around my cock,
down onto her thighs and my throbbing balls, as a frothy white foam.

After several of her contractions had passed, and my cock was spurting
the last of my load, I collected some of the secretions from around her
opening and my cock, smeared it on her anus, and slowly pushed my thumb
into her ass - triggering her into a couple more strong spasms.

Finally, as her contractions started to get weaker and weaker, I started
wiggling my thumb inside her ass - drawing her contractions out even
longer.

My legs finally started to get tired, and I pulled my thumb from her
ass, leaned forward, and held myself above her with my arms, my still-
firm penis buried in her. I could feel the minor twinges of her vagina
as her orgasm finally wound down, and I could hear her gasps as she
slowly recovered her senses and got her breath back. I started kissing
her back and shoulders and neck, helping her to get a 'focus point' so
she could recover that much more quickly. A minute or so later, she
finally opened her eyes. She looked up at me and simply said "That was
more fun - and a lot easier - than the first time. It just keeps getting
better and better!". I told her "Thank you. I trust that means you
enjoyed yourself?", causing her to giggle a little, and say "It sure
does. Whew!".

We stayed there like that as my penis continued to soften, until it
finally popped loose, releasing a minor flood of our mixed juices onto
where we were still touching. She slid her arms forward, lowering
herself onto the bed, and I followed suit, keeping myself as much in
contact with her as possible, until she was laying on the bed, and I was
supporting myself on my elbows above her, so she could breathe and not
get cold. She took my hands in hers, and started giving me little kisses
on my arms and hands as I was kissing her back and shoulders and neck.
It was only when we heard the clock chime several minutes later that we
realized that we should clean up again, and go to sleep.

I suggested to her that she should put her bathrobe in the bathroom, so
that if her mother stopped by, she could duck in there, put it on, and
pretend as though she'd had to use it during the night. She saw the
sense in that, and went to get it. As she was coming back, I said that
she should go ahead and start taking a shower, that I was going to make
sure a couple of windows were open a little to let the apartment air out
some. She sniffed the air - heavy with the scent of our love-making -
and smiled at me, agreeing that it would be a good idea. With that, she
went on into the bathroom, and I could hear the shower start as I was
adjusting the living room windows so as to get a little bit, but not too
much, of an air current through the apartment. When I got back into the
bedroom, I could see that the mirror in the bathroom was already
starting to fog up, and I quickly opened a window slightly, getting
enough air flowing that the aroma of sex would clear the apartment in
just a few hours.

With that done, I headed in to join Robyn in yet another shower (we must
have been the two cleanest people in town by then!). We were both
getting a little tired, so didn't engage in too much playing around -
but that's not to say that we didn't do any! We finally finished our
shower, and I left Robyn to use the bathroom as I went into the kitchen
to get us a Coke. I drank about half of it, or a little more, and when
Robyn came out, gave it to her before going in to perform my own
ablutions. When I came out, Robyn was just finishing off a sandwich
she'd made for herself, washing it down with the rest of the Coke. I
laughed at the sight, and when she started to look at me as though I'd
hurt her feelings, explained "Now I know why you're hungry all the time,
and why all that eating doesn't make you fat!" - and starting her
laughing along with me.

When we'd both caught our breath again, I pulled the covers down on the
bed, and gestured toward it, as though asking her if she wanted to join
me. She quickly dove in, and pulled the covers up to her chin; when I
got in, I moved over next to her, rolled onto my side, and lifted her
legs up over mine, so that she was 'sitting' in my 'lap'. I put my arm
across her, holding her breast, and she put her arm next to mine,
holding my hand where it held her breast. We kissed each other, snuggled
down, and drifted off to sleep.

About 5:30, I woke up to the sound of a vehicle out in front of the
apartment building. I slipped out of bed without waking Robyn, and went
into the living room to check my suspicions: that it was Lucy, Robyn's
mother, returning from her trip. I peeked out the window, and saw just
that - the shuttle van was just starting to drive off, and Lucy was
carrying her suitcase toward her apartment. I saw her look over toward
my apartment and hesitate, before continuing on toward her apartment. I
watched for a couple more minutes, and saw her as she came back out. I
quickly went in, and woke Robyn, telling her to hurry and grab her robe,
and get into bed on the couch, explaining that I thought her mother was
headed over. She quickly followed my instructions, and way just laying
down when we heard a knock at the door. I whispered to her to wait until
she heard her mother knock again, and then answer it - and please make
sure she yawned a lot, and looked like she'd just woken up! She nodded
her understanding, and I headed back into the bedroom, and got into bed
just as another knock came.

I heard Robyn get up, and a few moments later, heard her as she opened
the front door as far as the chain would go. I heard some murmurs as she
and her mother talked for a few moments, then the door closed and I
heard Robyn unhooking the chain before opening the door again. Following
that, I heard Robyn and her mother talking some more, but without being
able to really understand what was being said in detail - just getting
the general thread of Robyn sleeping on the couch, and I was still
asleep in the bedroom. A few seconds later, I heard Robyn calling my
name, and feigning being awakened, asked her what the problem was. She
told me that her mother was there, and I said I'd be right there. I got
up, put on my robe, rubbed my eyes to make them look like I'd only been
awake for a few seconds, before going into the living room. Lucy was
there, as was Robyn in her robe. When I got close enough, I could see
the mild suspicion on Lucy's face start to fade when she saw how I
looked - 'obviously' having just gotten up. She said that she'd missed
Robyn during the whole trip, and had decided that since it was so close
to the time that Robyn would be getting up anyway, didn't think there
would be any harm in getting her earlier. I simply said that if she'd
called from the airport, I'd have made sure that I was a little more
presentable. She said she was sorry about not calling, but had only made
her decision as she was getting out of the shuttle from the airport. I
said that I understood (better than she'd have liked, I thought), and
told them to lock the door when they left - it was still early, and I
was going back to bed! Robyn smiled to herself when she heard me talk to
her mother that way; her mother apologized again for waking me, thanked
me for taking care of Robyn, and said she'd come by later for Robyn's
things. I said "Fine", waved to them, and headed back into the bedroom.

As I was climbing back into bed, I could hear Robyn and her mother
talking softly while Robyn apparently collected her clothes, and headed
into the bathroom. A couple minutes later, I heard the bathroom door
open, and shortly after that, the front door as they left. I got up to
make sure the front door was locked (it was), and went back to bed for a
couple more hours of sleep - much needed after the last couple of days!

The next morning, after I'd gotten up, had breakfast, and done all the
normal 'morning' things, I went around and generally cleaned up the
apartment - getting the laundry ready (I planned to wash it before Lucy
came back - no need for any tell-tale stains!), making sure that Robyn's
things were all together, and so on. About mid-morning, I headed out to
do the laundry, and got back shortly before noon.

I got the laundry put away, and was just finishing lunch when Robyn's
mother came over. Dressed in casual clothing as she was I could see that
she had a nice figure - medium-sized bust, trim waist, nicely curved
hips, and as a friend used to express it "legs all the way up to her
ass" - and an ass that was deserving of such legs. Without her makeup, I
could see that she had nice, clear skin, and was starting to get a bit
of a tan; with her blonde hair undone, she had it hanging in a loose
pony tail down to about the middle of her back. She had on a sweatshirt
with the sleeves cut off, and a pair of walking shorts that came to just
below the cheeks of her ass. She was just a few inches shorter than my
5'-10"; maybe 5 feet, 6 inches tall. She thanked me for watching after
Robyn, and apologized for waking me, but that she'd been told that Robyn
had contacted the nurse at school about getting some birth control
(which damn near floored me - but I recovered from it before she
noticed), and she was more than a little suspicious of every male that
Robyn was coming in contact with. She admitted that when she'd come over
earlier, she'd thought that she'd find some indication that Robyn and I
had been "intimate" - but when Robyn answered the door, and she got
inside and saw that Robyn had been asleep on the couch, started to think
that maybe she'd been wrong in her suspicions about me. Then when she
saw ME coming out of the bedroom, 'obviously' haven been just wakened,
she knew that I wasn't the one she had to worry about. All during this,
it was all I could do not to start laughing out loud - both from relief,
and at the situation itself.

I asked her if she wanted to sit down, and maybe have a cup of coffee;
she agreed "Black, please", and went over to sit in the chair while I
got us each a cup of coffee. I took it into the living room, gave her
one, and sat down on the couch across from her.

After we'd each taken a few sips, I told her that Robyn had asked me
some questions about boys and sex; and followed that by telling her what
I'd told Robyn. I cautioned her against mentioning anything about it to
Robyn, saying that if Robyn found out that I'd talked to her mother
about things she'd said to me in private, she'd stop trusting either of
us. That gave her mother something to think about for a few moments, and
she said that she understood, and wouldn't say anything to Robyn about
our conversations. I thanked her, and then asked her if I could make a
few observations as a 'disinterested bystander'; she gave me a wry
smile, and said "Go ahead".

I told her that it was obvious "even to me" that Robyn was starting to
develop physically. She agreed, saying that she'd started to develop
early, herself. That gave me the opening I'd been hoping for, and asked
her if she'd had an interest in boys when she was younger, too. She gave
me a rueful smile, and admitted that she'd been "just a little boy-
crazy". I followed that up by asking her if her parents hadn't warned
her about 'going too far' with a boy, and she said they had. Then I
asked her if it had made a whole lot of difference to her. She hesitated
a bit, and finally admitted that it hadn't, really. Then I questioned
her with "So it sounds like you're saying that your parents telling you
to say 'no' didn't have a lot of impact on your decision. Do you wish
they'd shown you a few more choices, then?"; she sniffled a little, and
said that she did. I got her a tissue (she was starting to leak around
the edges a bit), and continued with "When you lost your virginity, was
it a pleasant experience?" - she immediately started to get angry, and
looked at me as though she'd like to slap me silly. I just sat there,
calmly, and after she'd had a chance to think about our conversation so
far, relaxed again, and reluctantly admitted that it hadn't. I reassured
her that I wasn't asking the questions I was out of any personal desire,
but simply to help her understand what was going on with Robyn. She
nodded her understanding, and I said "How long was it after your first
time was it before you really started enjoying sex, and understood that
it could be a pleasant and even satisfying experience?"; I waited
several seconds as I watched her thinking about the answer before she
whispered "too long, I think". With that, I knew how I could get her to
give Robyn a little more 'breathing space', and followed up by asking
"Would you want Robyn to go through what you did, then?", to which she
quickly replied "No"

I let her think about that for a couple minutes as we sat and sipped on
our coffee some more.

When she'd collected herself a bit, I told her that I thought Robyn was
a pretty smart "young woman" (which got me a slightly dirty look), and
said that I thought Robyn was showing some pretty good sense and a
surprising amount of responsibility by asking for birth control.

Lucy admitted that it was, but saying that she really didn't think that
Robyn was ready to start having sex yet. I asked her if she really
thought Robyn would ever be ready, and she laughingly admitted she
didn't really think so. Then I asked her if her parents attitudes and
opinions had made a great deal of difference in her own decision to
become sexual, and she grudgingly admitted not. I could see that she was
expecting it, then, when I asked her "Then do you really think that what
Robyn does is going to be affected that much by what YOU think or say?";
and she could only admit that she didn't think so. I told her "I think
Robyn is going to do what Robyn wants to do, in that area. I think she's
got enough smarts that she's going to pick her own time, her own place,
and who she wants to be the first. I don't think that there's a whole
lot you could do to stop her; and I think if you got to insistent about
it, you'd only alienate her." Lucy thought about that for a bit as we
both sipped on our coffee some more, and I followed it with "If you want
to keep a strong, loving relationship with Robyn, I think the best thing
you could do would be to sit down with her, and explain to her why you
think she should wait until she's ready. Tell her that you love her, and
that you hope she'll take her time about choosing who she wants to be
her first, but that once she makes her decision about it, one way or
another, you'll still love her and support her. You don't have to
encourage her," - getting me a chuckle at the irony of such a statement
- " but I think you can let her know that you love her, trust her to
make the decision that's right for her, and exercise caution and
responsibility along the way. Make sure she knows about the possible
consequences of sexual contact," - she nodded at that - " and try to let
her know that you understand the feelings she's having, since you had
them about her age, too. That way, I think she'll start to trust you,
and will be more willing to come to you with her problems and questions
on the matter - as long as you don't 'preach' to her, or abuse the trust
she shows you".

That last part really got her attention, since I'd been sure and
emphasize it. I followed that by telling her "I think as long as you
don't do anything to abuse her trust - no matter what, then you'll have
a better chance of guiding her than if she felt as though she couldn't
talk to you about anything. The biggest problem you're probably going to
have is talking to her in a way that lets her know you care, but without
'preaching' at her. The next hardest thing will probably be making sure
that you clearly separate your own opinions about things from the real
facts". That got me a questioning look, and a "What do you mean?"; so I
replied "What do you tell her if she comes to you and asks you about
homosexuality? Do you give her the pure facts, or do you dump a lot of
society's ill will toward gays on her?", which prompted her to get a
real thoughtful look on her face.

While she was mulling that over, I finished up my coffee, stood up, and
took her cup, heading in to the kitchen to get us each a refill.

When I got back, Lucy had pulled her legs up under herself in the chair,
giving me a nice view - when I sat down again - of the bottom of her ass
cheeks where they peeked out from under her shorts. She asked me how it
was that I got so smart about such things, and I told her that it was
easy - I didn't have any kids, making her laugh. She said that I seemed
like a pretty smart guy, and asked how I got to the point of working for
myself. I gave her the nickel explanation: humble beginnings, poor-in-
cash, rich-in-spirit, did poorly in school because of boredom, went into
the military to learn a trade, traveled all over half the world, paid
attention to what I saw as I traveled around, got out, worked for others
for a while, and finally figured out how to bring together what I was
good at with what I enjoyed doing. I played the whole thing down, but
she seemed to think that it was kinda spectacular, anyway. She said that
I seemed pretty calm about things (adding with a smile, "even having
someone wake you up at 5 AM"), and asked if I was a religious person.

That prompted me to give her pretty much the same spiel that I'd given
Robyn, with a few more explanations tossed in, in response to questions
she asked.

In return, I asked her a little about herself, and learned that Robyn
had her ex-husband's coloration, but physically resembled herself at
that age. She also said that her two sons lived with their father, and
that for a couple weeks each summer, she got custody of them. Other
times, her ex-husband would get custody of Robyn for a couple of weeks;
and that during the rest of the year, one or the other of them would
have all the kids for a couple days, like over a long weekend. When I
asked, she told me that she and her husband had divorced because of
"basic incompatibilities - like he just wanted to get his rocks off, and
didn't care about what happened to me". I also learned that she was in
her early 30's ("I married young - some of that 'boy-craziness' I told
you about"), and that Robyn would be turning 13 the following month.

By this time, we'd each finished our coffee again, and when I got up to
get us a refill, she said that she really did have to go, but that she'd
remember what I'd said and asked. I asked her what she was going to do
about the school nurse calling her, and she said that she'd tell Robyn
about it, and give her permission. I pointed out to her that I thought
the situation gave her a good opening to start the kind of dialogue she
wanted with Robyn - that she could tell Robyn that the nurse had called,
but that she didn't think Robyn should be taking such things to the
nurse, who clearly couldn't be trusted. She could then use the chance to
reinforce the need for care and responsibility, and show that she could
be trusted by discussing the different birth control options with Robyn
before taking her in to see a doctor about getting her set up with one
of them - and then refraining from making any inquiries to Robyn after
that.

Lucy got a surprised look on her face, and conceded the point by saying
"You know, I wouldn't have thought of that, but you're right. I think
I'm going to have to come over here and talk to you more often!", after
which I reminded her that she mustn't let Robyn know that I'd said
anything about the discussions she and I'd had. Lucy nodded her
understanding, came over, stood up on her toes, and gave me a quick kiss
on the cheek along with a "thanks!" before collecting Robyn's things and
heading home - leaving me wondering what she'd have had to say (and what
she'd have done!) if she knew that I was already boffing her daughter.

The next day, her mother went back to work, and that afternoon, Robyn
came to my place after she'd gotten out of school. When she came into my
apartment, she exclaimed "You won't believe what happened last night!",
and I gestured her toward the living room so we could talk.

After we'd sat down on the couch, she turned toward me and started
telling me about the long talk she'd had with her mother the previous
night - how she'd gone to the nurse at school to ask about birth control
(I made the appropriate surprised look-and-noises at that), how the
nurse had called her mother ("Even though they say that what we talk to
them about is supposed to be private" with great indignation); and about
how her mother had sat and talked with her "for hours!" about boys, her
feelings, being responsible, birth control, and so on. All during this,
I made the appropriate noises and got the proper expressions on my face,
so that she wouldn't know that I'd had a little bit of a hand in the
matter.

She finally wound down by saying "after we finished talking, I just knew
that I could talk about stuff to her - she really understands!". I
reminded Robyn that, as surprising as it might seem, her mother had been
her age once, too, and could probably remember what it had been like for
her. She seemed kind of surprised at that, but quickly realized the
validity of it.

After a few moments, I told her "I'm glad that you feel like you can go
to your mother about what your feeling, and such. I just hope that
you'll remember that your mother has a little different view of things,
and that she might not always be so open and understanding about the
things that you tell her". That gave Robyn some serious food for
thought, and as she was contemplating it, I went in to get us each a
Coke. When I got back, she looked at me and said "I think you're
probably right. What can I do?"; I explained to her that I thought she
and her mother were a lot alike, and that I thought they were both
trying to keep an open, honest dialog going - but from different
directions and perspectives. She nodded her head in understanding, and I
continued with "Remember that this is probably just as new for her as it
is for you, and she's probably going to have trouble with it at times
just like you will. When things start to get difficult, remember how
hard it must have been for her to even start your little talk last
night, understand that she loves you very much, and does what she does
because she's worried about you - that's a mother's job!", which brought
me a smile and short laugh.

I went on by saying "You know that she's shown you a fair amount of
trust, right?" - a solemn nod - "Then you must also know that if you do
anything to betray that trust, or believe that she was wrong in giving
you that trust, she's not going to be very happy about It.", getting me
an even more solemn nod. I continued talking to her for a while longer,
re-emphasizing all the things I'd said before, and finishing up by
suggesting to Robyn that she approach her mother for another talk, and
try to make sure that the two of them really understood what the other
was saying - and perhaps even go so far as to write down a 'ten
commandments' or 'privacy rules' or something, just to make sure that
they weren't talking at cross purposes. She said that sounded like a
good idea, and about that time, we heard her mother's car pull in as she
got home from work. I told Robyn that she should probably get home and
get her homework done, and we got outside just as her mother was getting
out of the car.

Lucy saw us as Robyn was heading back to her apartment, and I gestured
to her that she should come over for a bit. She nodded, signaled me that
it would be a few minutes, and went on in to her apartment.

It was about 10 minutes or so before I heard her knocking at my door -
and when I answered it, it was all I could do not to just stand there
drooling: Lucy had changed out of her 'office uniform', and into a
ragged, slightly-too-small t-shirt (*clearly no bra on under it) that
only came down to about the middle of her belly, and a pair of frayed
jeans that had been trimmed off right at crotch level. I stood there
looking her up and down for a few seconds before I got my senses back,
and invited her in. After she went by, headed for the chair, I could see
that the seat of the jeans had gotten enough wear that her ass cheeks
seemed to be peeking through as she walked. When I closed the door, she
glanced over her shoulder, and saw me watching her. I went on into the
living room, and sat down; she surprised me a bit by sitting at the
other end of the couch, and turning toward me.

When she'd gotten herself situated, looked me in the eye and said
"Thanks! It's nice to know that I'm still attractive.", making me flush
a little before answering in absolute sincerity "Believe me - looking
good is something that should be way down you list of Stuff To Worry
About!", drawing a pleasant laugh from her. With that out of the way,
she asked me why I'd asked her to stop by. I quickly told her about
Robyn's visit to let me know about their conversation the night before.
She looked a bit surprised, and I reminded her that I was probably the
first adult that Robyn had felt she could really trust as a confidante.
She got a little bit of a hurt look in her face, and I quickly followed
up by saying that that was why I'd asked her to stop over. I told her
that Robyn had seemed enthusiastic about their talk, but had also
expressed some worries; and followed that by telling her a condensed
version of what I'd told Robyn.

She nodded her understanding as I was talking, and brightened up
considerably when I got to the part about Robyn going back to her mother
for another talk.

At that point, I paused a bit, and asked her if she wanted something to
drink, and she said she'd kill for a Coke; so I got us each one from the
kitchen. When I got back, she'd pulled both of her feet under her again,
and when I sat down, could see a bit of white lace from the edge of her
panties peeking out around the crotch of her shorts. As soon as we'd
each taken a few swallows of our drinks, I went on to tell her that I'd
suggested to Robyn that she bring up the subject of making sure that
they both understood and agreed on what the 'rules' and limits of their
relationship would be - she didn't look real happy about that, but
didn't seem too upset by it, either. Then I told her about suggesting to
Robyn that the two of them might find it helpful to even go so far as to
write down some kind of guidelines, just to be sure that they were in
agreement. She looked kind of doubtful about that, until I pointed out
to her that it could help her in a couple of different ways. First, by
giving her the chance to work with Robyn to establish some kind of
ground rules as to what was acceptable, and what wasn't. She again
expressed her understanding of what I was saying; with that, I figured
she had the idea, let the subject drop, and asked her how things were
going.

She told me about her job as a financial analyst, the people she worked
with, and so on. From there, she told me a little about her marriage
("doomed from the start"), her ex-husband ("a spoiled momma's boy; all
he ever really thought about was himself"), and the house she'd lived in
("a beautiful place, except for the other occupant of the house") before
going through several different apartments before moving in where she
was now - barely a month before I did. She also told me how Robyn missed
her best friend from that time, a girl named Sandra, and how Robyn
didn't much care for going to visit her father, and the boys didn't care
much about coming to see her - "We thought it was a good idea before we
had to actually do it; now the kids just don't want to have anything to
do with it.". She also told me that Sandra would be coming for a visit
that summer, after school let out in a few more weeks. I asked her how
Sandra and Robyn got along, and she told me that Sandra seemed a bit
young for her age, and with Robyn's maturity, the two of them seemed to
kind of 'meet in the middle', getting along extremely well. I told her
that I still didn't envy her having two young girls in the apartment,
and she laughed, saying that the trouble caused by having girls in the
apartment was cumulative, not exponential, making me laugh in return.
With that, she said that she thought she'd better get home and get
something ready for supper before Robyn started chewing on the
furniture, making me laugh and agree that I'd been surprised by her
appetite. That reminded her of her promise, and she said that she'd stop
by the next day to pay me her share of the pizza and the meal that I'd
taken Robyn out for. I agreed to the pizza money, but told her that
Robyn had been extremely well-behaved, and that it had been my pleasure
to have such good company while dining out. She looked kind of doubtful
(like "*MY Robyn? Well-behaved?"), but let it pass, getting up and
heading for the door. I accompanied her, and when we got to the door,
she thanked me again for helping them out, and gave me a quick hug (an
altogether enjoyable experience, dressed as she was!) before leaving.

The next afternoon, I was just getting back from some errands and
shopping when I saw Robyn getting home from school. She saw me drive up,
and came over to help me carry in some of my purchases. When we got
inside, I offered her a Coke, which she accepted, and we went over to
sit in the living room.

She waited for me to sit on the couch, and then laid down on it, so that
her head was resting in my lap. I put my hand on her belly, and after a
moment, she lifted it, pulled her shirt up, moved my hand to her breast,
and pulled her shirt back down, covering most of my forearm.

She started telling me about how she'd had another talk with her mother
the night before, but after only a few sentences, reached up and gave my
hand a little squeeze, indicating that she wanted me to caress her
breast while she talked. As she continued, I slowly stroked her breasts
and nipples as she told me that her mother had made an appointment for
her with a doctor, and that she was going to be fitted with an IUD -
giving me a happy smile at that bit of good news.

She resumed by telling me that she'd brought up the subject of maybe
writing down something to help them out when they had their talks, but
that her mother had suggested that they write the things down together,
and Robyn wasn't all that sure she wanted to do that. When she'd said
so, her mother had said that maybe they should take a little time to
think about it, and then continue their talk (expecting, I think, that
Robyn would come to me for advice). I asked her if she wanted her mother
to let her grow up, and she said that of course she did. Then I asked
her if she thought it would be fair for her mother to write all the
'rules', and she said she didn't think so. So I asked her if it wasn't
fair for her mother to write all the rules, why would it be fair for
Robyn to write all the rules? She had to admit that it wouldn't but said
that she was worried that her mother would try to limit her too much; I
said that I suspected that her mother was worried that Robyn would
insist on too much, making her laugh a bit. I told her "You know that
your mother and I have talked a bit, don't you?", and when she said that
she had, added "Would you like for me to talk to her about this, without
actually telling her anything you've said?". Robyn seemed kind of
doubtful about that, but said that if I thought I could help, she
wouldn't mind - "But please be careful about what you say!", which I
assured her I would.

We stayed there like that for a few moments; then she hesitated a bit,
and told me that she'd started her period that morning. I told her that
I understood, and that I wasn't surprised or turned off or anything like
that by what she'd said, which seemed to comfort her a little. She
waited a little bit more, and then asked "We can't do anything now, can
we?"; and I told her that it wouldn't be a good idea for me to ejaculate
in her vagina, but that didn't mean that we couldn't figure out
something else to do, if she wanted. She giggled at that, and said that
she thought we could probably find something to keep each other
entertained, making me laugh a little with her.

I let a little time pass, and then said to her that I thought is sounded
as though she was saying that she really didn't want for us to actually
'do' anything for a little while, and she admitted that was true -at
least, as long as she was 'messy down there'. I told her that I agreed
that it probably was bothersome, but only because of the act of dealing
with it - that I didn't think the start of her menses, itself, was
anything wrong. She looked at me funny, and I explained to her that my
attitude was that the start of a woman's period was nature's signal that
she was getting ready to be able to make a baby, and that I didn't think
there was anything more joyous for a woman than to have a baby that she
wanted. I pointed out to her that there was always some kind of cost
associated with something good in life - just as she couldn't go into a
store and just walk out with anything she wanted, she had to pay a
'price' for being able to make babies in the form of a monthly period.
Then I asked her if she'd enjoyed making love with me, and she got a
happy smile on her face, and said that she sure did! I followed up by
asking her if she hadn't had to pay a price for that pleasure; she
responded by saying yes, she had, but that even though the price had
been a little high, it was worth it. I came back then by pointing out
that for the next 25 or 30 years, she'd be able to make a baby about a
dozen times a year, unless she actually was making a baby; and asked her
if she thought the price of a few days of mess once a month was too high
of a fee - pointing out that it was a lot like a credit payment: as long
as she was able to have babies, she'd pay the 'credit charge' of a few
days of inconvenience each month.

That seemed to give her a little better perspective on it, and she said
that she hadn't thought of it quite that way before.

We stayed like that for a little bit, just enjoying each other's company
and the physical contact with each other, when Robyn spoke up again, and
told me about the visit of her friend Sandra. She told me that Sandra
was a little taller than she was ("but better built, dammit!"), had ash
blonde hair to the middle of her back ("and she's blonde 'down there',
too!"), and "really, really cute!". I asked her when Sandra would be
coming, and she said that she'd be there a couple weeks after school let
out the following month. I could see her thinking about something, and
she eventually told me that Sandra was probably her very best friend in
the whole world, that they talked about everything - and she suddenly
exclaimed "You know, I bet Sandra could be the one to help me learn
about girls!". When I asked her what she was talking about, she blushed
a little, and reminded me about what she'd said to me when she'd spent
the night with me - about wondering about what it would be like to be
intimate with another girl. I nodded in remembrance, and told her that I
wished her good luck, and that if she wanted to talk to me about it, I'd
be glad to do what I could to help her. She just smiled at that, and
relaxed again on my lap.

With that out of her system, Robyn seemed content to just lay there, and
enjoy the contact with me, without saying anything else. Finally,
though, she said that she had some homework to do, and she wanted to get
it done. At that, I let go of her breast and slid my hand out from under
her shirt. She got up off my lap, and when we'd both stood up, put her
arm around me while we walked toward the door. When we got there, I took
her in my arms and gave her a gentle hug, telling her that I was glad
she had come over. She smiled up at me, and after I'd opened the door
for her and she'd started out, I gave her a swat on the backside,
telling her to come over again when she could, earning me another view
of her dimples.

Over the course of the next couple of weeks, sometimes Robyn and other
times her mother, would come over for visits. If it was Robyn, she'd
come over when she got home from school; sometimes she'd just want to
sit and watch me as I worked on my computer program; other times, she'd
be in the mood for a little horseplay - or more correctly, HOSEplay: and
more specifically, MY hose! She really did surprise me by some of the
things that she suggested and did:

One time, she just said that she'd never seen a man masturbate, and
asked if I'd do that for her. I said that I was willing, but that I'd
like to have something to masturbate about; she took the hint, took off
all her clothes, and sat at the other end of the couch from me as we
watched each other 'do' ourselves. It was absolutely fascinating to
watch how she would play with herself - softly stroking her clitoris,
sliding her finger into her vagina then pulling it out and licking it
off, and so on. When she finally came, the sight of the entrance to her
vagina pulsating was enough to send me over the edge, too, shooting my
load all over my belly - which Robyn thoughtfully licked up.

Other times, she'd be content to simply finger herself as she gave me a
blowjob - she really did enjoy doing it, and it clearly turned her on;
only rarely did she climax from that before I'd emptied my balls in her
mouth.

Occasionally, she'd let me either simply masturbate her, or use my mouth
and tongue and fingers to bring her to climax - often after I'd lubed
her anus with her copious fluid and entered her with my finger or thumb.

When her mother came over, it was usually in the early evening, after
the two of them had finished supper, and Robyn was working on her
schoolwork. She and I would sit in the living room, talking about all
kinds of things. Sometimes, she'd want my opinion on something Robyn had
said or wanted, and I'd tell her - but always being careful to emphasize
that I was an impartial observer, and that my opinions should be
tempered by her own judgment.

Other times, she'd come over as soon as she'd changed clothes after
getting home from work, and use me as a 'confessional' of sorts -
telling me about the petty office politics, what things she'd done that
she was proud of, how her boss had unjustly chewed her out about
something (often accompanied by large amounts of snuffling and eye-
leaking, causing me to break out a small towel for her) as I held her
and comforted her. Not that I minded the holding and comforting of
course, since she was an attractive and cuddlesome arm full; it was just
that after she'd cried her woes out, she'd get all embarrassed and shy,
and scoot to the other end of the couch.

A couple of times, Lucy invited me over to have dinner with them - once
for a meal she'd that day (Sunday), made up of roast beef, mashed
potatoes, carrots, and dinner rolls, with cheesecake for dessert; the
other time, it was to join them in cooking hamburgers on the grill, with
chips, baked beans, and corn on the cob to round out the meal. For that
one, Lucy and I each had a few beers during the afternoon, with Robyn
able to talk each of us into a few sips now and then; and by the time it
got dark, we were both feeling mellow without being drunk. We went in to
watch a video they'd rented (Dead Men Don't Wear Plaid, with Steve
Martin, if it matters), and by the time it ended, it was all Robyn could
do to stay awake, between all the food she'd eaten and the amount of
beer she'd weaseled out of us. Lucy sent her off to bed while she and I
stayed in their living room and chatted until quite late.

Finally, though, school was finished (much to Robyn's delight), and she
started spending a lot of time at the pool in our apartment complex. I
took advantage of an extended deadline for the project I was working on
(not because of software, thankfully), and went over a few times to soak
up a little sun, myself. I soon realized that Robyn could not only give
a fish lessons on swimming, but look damn sexy in a bikini along the
way. She seemed to delight in jumping in and out of the pool, so that
the contrast of warm air and cool water made her nipples hard, and then
coming over to me to ask some inane question or other as an excuse to
show them to me - just to see the bulge in my swimsuit get a little
larger each time she did it. I paid her back one afternoon, though, by
waiting until she'd finally laid down to add to her tan, and standing
over her with a cold Coke in my hand, waiting for the cold condensation
on the outside of it to drip right onto the middle of her back - making
her give out a yell, and jump up (and leaving her undone bikini top on
the lounge she'd been laying on). She quickly snatched it up and covered
her breasts with it, but not before she got a few appreciative yells and
applause for her little 'show', causing her no end of embarrassment.

About a week after the Robyn gave her little pool 'show', I was standing
outside getting a little fresh air when her mother came home early
(about 2:00) - rushing out of her car and over to me, almost yelling "I
got it! I got it!" before throwing herself into my arms. She said it a
few more times into my chest before pulling back from me a little bit,
calming herself down a bit, and excitedly telling me that her boss had
called her into his office that afternoon, and told her that she'd been
given a promotion - and a $5,000-a-year raise to go along with it. I
congratulated her, told her that I'd known she'd get it, and pulled her
back into my arms (hey - it was nice holding her like that!) and hugging
her.

After a little bit, she freed herself again, and told me that after her
boss had told her about the promotion, he congratulated her, and told
her to take the rest of the day (Friday) off, to celebrate. She then
went on to tell me that on the way out, she'd stopped only long enough
to spread the news to a couple of her friends from work, and headed
right home. I told her that I agreed that it was time to celebrate, and
said that it would be my pleasure to take her out to dinner that night.
She quickly agreed, and asked if Robyn was included. I said that Robyn
probably had reason to celebrate it too, and that she was more than
welcome to join us, or not, as her mother saw fit. Lucy smiled at me for
that, and said that Robyn deserved a night out, too. Then she suddenly
got all flustered, and said that she wasn't in any condition to be going
out - I told her that dinner wasn't for a few more hours, and that she
certainly had time to take care of whatever she needed to get ready. She
agreed, and added that with the raise she was getting, she figured that
she could afford to get a permanent and nice dress to wear, too. I asked
her if Robyn would need anything, and she laughed, saying that she
didn't think Robyn would object to going out and spending money on
clothes with her. I told her that if she wanted to change clothes before
going out, I would go over and tell Robyn that her mother was home and
wanted to see her right now, and make it sound really serious. She
laughed at the joke I was proposing, agreed, and headed into her
apartment as I started over toward the pool.

When I got there, I did just as I'd said I would to Lucy - telling Robyn
that her mother had come home early "in some kind of state, I tell
you!", and wanted her to get home RIGHT NOW - it was important. Robyn
got a real serious look on her face, quickly collected her things, and
rushed home - fortunately before I started laughing at the trick I'd
played on her.

I took my time going back to my apartment, and as I was getting close to
the front door, Robyn came rushing out, ran up to me and hit me on the
arm, saying "You RAT! That was a terrible thing to do to me!"; about
that time, her mother came out (dressed in a light blouse and walking
shorts - nice!) and started laughing. I couldn't help it, and started
laughing along with her, and a bit later, Robyn joined in with us.

After we'd calmed down a bit, Lucy told Robyn that I'd offered to take
them out to dinner to celebrate, and asking if she wanted to go with her
to get her hair done and pick out something new to wear for the
occasion. Robyn quickly agreed, and turned to me, saying "I'm sorry for
hitting you, but that was mean!". I couldn't help but start to chuckle
again, and told her that her mother had agreed to it - earning her
mother a dirty look, which she accepted in good humor. Robyn then rubbed
my arm where she'd hit me, apologized again, and started back toward her
mother, who said that they'd better get going if they were going to get
back in time. I told Lucy that I'd take care of the restaurant, she
acknowledged it, and I heading into my apartment as they went into
theirs. I quickly called my favorite restaurant (I was known there), and
managed to get us reservations for 7:00. I went over to let Lucy and
Robyn know when the reservations were for, and caught them just as they
were heading out the door to go shopping. I let them know when our table
was reserved, and when I'd pick them up before telling them I'd see them
later as they headed for their car.

Once back in my apartment, I checked my best summer-weight suit, and
decided that it could use a pressing; and after looking at myself in the
mirror, that I could use a haircut, too, for the occasion. With that
decided, I grabbed the suit and went out to my car, I knew where there
was a cleaners near where I went for haircuts, and dropped the suit off
with the request that it be pressed and ready to go in about an hour. It
cost me a little extra, but I agreed, and went over to get my haircut. A
little over an hour later, I was able to pick up my suit before going
home.

I knew that I had plenty of time to get ready, so finished up a little
code I'd been working on, and got it all saved. When the time came, I
went in and took a quick shower, shaved (again), and got dressed, being
extra careful to select one of my best ties to go along with the suit.
Finally dressed a couple minutes early, I went over to see if Lucy and
Robyn were ready. When I knocked at the door, Robyn answered it, but
only by opening the door as far as the chain, which surprised me. She
said that she and her mother were both ready, but that they wanted to
surprise me, so she said that I should wait until I heard them call out
before coming in. I was a little amused, and readily agreed. She closed
the door, reminded me to wait, and I heard the door chain as she took it
off. A few seconds later, I heard a faint "Okay - come on in!", and
opened the door.

They weren't in the living room, so I figured that they must be back in
one or the other of their bedrooms, and faced the hallway, telling them
I was ready. I quickly found out, though, that I wasn't ready - at
least, not for the two lovelies that came out to greet me. Robyn led the
way, wearing a simple spaghetti-strap dress that came down to just above
her knees, making her look a young 18. It was an off shade of white that
served to accentuate both her coloration and tan, and was snug enough to
let folks know that she was definitely female. She had her hair done up
in one of those short braided-ponytail styles, which served to
accentuate the slender gracefulness of her neck. She was only slightly
made up - just enough to highlight her naturally-clear skin and
complexion.

What followed, though, was almost enough to put my jaw on the floor -
Lucy, dressed in a tight black strapless/sleeveless dress that hugged
every curve she had as it flowed down to just below her ass, where it
loosened up enough to make a skirt that went on down to her ankles. It
was slightly scooped down in the front, revealing a nice bit of cleavage
- enough to look sexy without being trashy. Her hair was simply done -
trimmed back a little, and combed and brushed until it gleamed like gold
cascading down her back. She, too, had shown remarkable constraint in
her use of cosmetics, adding only some blusher to her cheekbones,
eyeliner, and a touch of pale red lipstick.

While I was standing there, enjoying the view (not a bra strap or panty
line to be found!), they finished coming into the living room, separated
a little, and each turned in a little circle for me, so that I could get
the whole effect: Robyn's dress hugging her cute little ass; and Lucy's
revealing that it was virtually backless, and how the color and texture
of her hair next to it combined to make a singularly erotic and sensual
sight.

At first, all I could do was just stand there; finally getting out a
guttural "Whoooooooah!", making both of them grin at me as I stood there
looking like an idiot. It was Lucy that asked me how they looked; I
collected my thoughts, and said "You two" - with deep conviction - "look
like why the riot started.", making them both smile broadly, and Robyn
to pipe up with "Well, it's nice to know we're having the desired
effect!".

I assured them that if the desired effect was to have every man in
viewing distance ready to start humping the furniture, it was working -
quite well, thank you. That brought me another pair of smiles, and Lucy
asked me if I was ready to go out, or if I wanted to just stand there
looking at them for the rest of the night. When I answered her by
starting "Well, if I really have a choice...." when she stopped me by
laughing and saying "This time, no choice. Maybe next time!". I
submitted to that, went over to them, and offered each of them an arm,
which they took. Robyn looked me over and said "You look pretty good
yourself, there, big boy...", making her mother laugh and nod her
agreement. I escorted them outside, and after Lucy had locked the door,
led them over to my Volvo 850, holding the doors open for both of them
before coming around, getting in, and getting us on the way to the
restaurant.

Once in the car and moving, I was pleased to notice that they had both
put on the same perfume - not only because having them both wearing the
same perfume meant no conflicting scents, but because it was very nice:
faint, slightly floral with a vague hint of musk, and no 'sharpness' to
it. Clearly, it wasn't something whipped up in a chemistry lab
somewhere. I was only slightly disappointed when we finally got to the
restaurant - it meant that my time alone with the two of them in the car
was coming to a temporary end, but that I'd be the envy of every man
that saw the two of them that night by having one of them on each arm.

The valet at the restaurant just barely managed to keep his attention on
his job - and even then it was only after he'd let them out of the car
and I'd come around to collect them from him that he finally realized
that he had work to do. When we got into the restaurant, the headwaiter
recognized me, and greeted me by name, earning me pleased looks from the
two of them. He commented on the "lovely, delightful!" company that I
had that night, and led us to one of the best tables in the house.

As we were moving along, I could almost hear all the eyeballs following
us (okay, Lucy and Robyn!), and when the headwaiter and I held their
chairs for them, every man in sight seemed to hold his breath as he
watched them move with incredible grace and serenity as they sat down.

Almost instantly, the wine steward appeared, and I could hear the
headwaiter whispering to him to take special care of us that night; a
comment I heard him repeat to our waiter as he left us. I think that
Lucy must have heard it, too, because she gave me a look of mixed awe
and appreciation.

I asked Lucy if she minded if Robyn had some wine with us, and she said
that she didn't. Then I asked her if she had any preferences; I could
see that she was a bit flustered by the question, and said that if she
didn't, then I'd be happy to make the selection. She smiled her
agreement, and after looking over the list, ordered us a carafe of white
wine to sip until we'd made our order. When the wine steward left, Lucy
admitted to me that if it didn't come in a jug with a handle and have a
screw-on cap, she didn't have the faintest idea of what kind of wine it
was. I told her to relax, that it was a nice restaurant, and that there
wasn't anyone there that was going to say or do anything to embarrass
her.

She looked doubtful, and when the waiter came up and gave us our menus,
I asked him if he would mind answering a personal question. He said that
he would do his best, and I asked him if it were possible that one of
the waiters or employees there had ever embarrassed a customer. He
looked properly horrified, and said that he had never even heard of such
a thing, and that if it ever happened there, the employee would be
dismissed instantly. I pointed out that it sometimes happened that a
customer would dine there, and possibly not be familiar with all the
things that were involved in the enjoyment of such excellent cuisine. He
thanked me for the compliment, and said that it was his job, as well as
that of the rest of the staff, to not only provide the best service
possible, but to assist any customer who was in need of such assistance,
politely and quietly, without causing even the slightest offense or
embarrassment to that customer. As he was finishing, the wine steward
appeared with the wine I'd ordered, and soon we each had a glass of wine
in front of us.

When the steward had left, I told the waiter that I understood what he'd
been saying, and thanked him for his honesty and assistance before he
left us to look over the menu.

After he'd gone, Lucy looked appreciably more relieved, and when Robyn
wasn't discretely looking around in awe at the rest of the restaurant
(and it's patrons), was looking at me as though I were some kind of
minor deity. We looked over the menu, and when Robyn and Lucy told me
what they thought they'd like to eat, I saw that they'd picked out
things that were among the cheapest on the menu. I wanted to let them
know that it was all right to order whatever they wanted, but without
sounding as though I was bragging; I finally settled on changing the
subject a bit, and telling them that I usually came to that restaurant 2
or 3 times a month, plus whenever I needed to take one of my clients out
for lunch - but that because of my latest project, hadn't been able to
come there for several weeks, and thanked them for giving me a much-
needed excuse.

About that time, the headwaiter returned, and politely inquired as to
how things were, adding that it had been "what, a month or more?" since
he'd last seen me there - and that I was too valuable of a customer to
stay away that long, finishing by saying that they had started to worry
that something had been wrong during my last visit. I assured him that
everything had been fine, and that my absence was due only to too much
work. He sympathized, and I told him that my two lovely companions were
there with me for a small celebration, and that were it not for them, I
might still be at home. He thanked them profusely, and when I introduced
them, bowed and kissed their hands - putting Robyn even farther into
orbit, and almost embarrassing her mother. When he stood up again, he
told me that if we were there to celebrate, he would see what the chef
had to offer, and that our waiter would let us know. I thanked him, and
he immediately headed toward the kitchen.

After he left, Lucy looked at me strangely, and asked just how much
money I made working at home. I told her that while I wasn't going to be
another Bill Gates, I was comfortable enough that I didn't have to worry
about my few bills. I explained to her that I usually got called in on a
project when the people running it were in big trouble, and that because
of that, I generally got paid pretty well for meeting deadlines.

She asked me why I was driving a Volvo, and I simply told her that that
was the car I liked - which she correctly understood to mean that I
could have bought almost anything I wanted.

After that, I suggested that we have another look at the menu until the
waiter came back, and a couple minutes later, when I checked with them
again, they had been a lot less concerned about the price - they weren't
mercenary enough to order the most expensive items on the menu, and had
instead just decided on what sounded good to them.

We sat there sipping our wine for a few minutes before the waiter
reappeared. He told us that the chef had gotten a small amount of
particularly good squid, and wished to prepare some calamari to help us
in our celebration. I said that it sounded delightful to me, and when I
looked at Lucy, she agreed that she'd like to sample it, too. Robyn
wasn't so sure that she was willing to eat an entire order of squid, so
her mother said that she could try a couple of hers, and Robyn stayed
with her (new) selection from the menu. The waiter bowed to her, said
that he certainly understood, and left us again.

After the waiter left, the wine steward returned to bring us another
carafe of wine, saying that he'd been told of our celebration and what
the chef would be preparing for us, and that if I would permit his
boldness, he would like to bring us a wine that he thought would be
particularly good with our meal. I agreed, and he left us alone again.

As we waited for our meal we sat there and chatted to each other about
all manner of things. Finally it got around to where, together, they
told me how they'd talked out their differences, written down a set of
Special Rules, and even been able to invoke those rules without causing
offense to each other. They also admitted that they'd started opening up
to each other, and after comparing notes a little, concluded that I'd
been the one that had made it possible for them to reach the point they
were at now.

I was fortunately saved from further embarrassment by the arrival of our
meal, and shortly after that, our wine. The wine steward went through
the normal routine of opening it with a flourish (mildly impressing
Robyn), and offering me the cork. I declined, telling him that I knew
him to have impeccable taste (he bowed slightly at the compliment), and
he poured us each a glass of it before setting the bottle aside, and
left us to our meal.

Before we got too far into the meal, Robyn decided that she'd like to
have a taste of the calamari, and when her mother discretely gave her
one to sample, she got it into her mouth, chewed it a few times, and
swallowed it, saying that it tasted okay, but she wasn't sure that she
wanted any more of it - which seemed to suit her mother just fine!

As we were eating, we started chatting again, but now on a different
subject than what I'd done or not done by talking to the two of them. By
the time we'd finished our meal, most of the other patrons had left, and
only a few of them had been replaced by new ones - the restaurant was
only about half full. As we were sitting there, finishing off the last
of the wine, the waiter returned and inquired as to whether or not we
would like any dessert. Robyn was interested, but Lucy looked as though
she couldn't quite make up her mind. I suspected that she was pretty
full, and possibly a little concerned about the additional calories, and
said that we were still savoring the meal - and please our thanks to the
chef for such an excellent meal, would he? - and said that perhaps if he
could come back in a bit we'd have decided. He assured us that there was
no hurry, and that we could have all the time we wished, before leaving.
I looked over at Robyn and told her "I can see that you'd like some
dessert!", to which she gave me a mischievous smile, and turned to Lucy,
asking her "How about you?". She smiled and said that she'd like to, but
after such a delicious meal, didn't want to go home feeling heavy or
over-full. I assured her that the desserts there would only affect her
taste buds and not her stomach, but she still looked a little dubious.

When we got to the point where only bottoms of our wineglasses were wet,
the waiter returned to ask us about dessert again. I said that I knew
that the young lady was interested, and that I would like to have a
look, as well. He smiled and nodded, returning in a few moments with the
dessert cart. I saw Robyn's eyes start to get real big at first, but she
quickly regained her dignity, and pretended as though she saw such
things every day. She quickly decided on something that was made up of
about 7 different kinds of chocolate, and the waiter wheeled the cart
over to between me and Lucy. The waiter could see her eyeing a couple of
things, and politely said that everything on the cart was made by their
own dessert chef, and he would be deeply disappointed if such a lovely
lady declined his offerings. That made her smile, and she finally
settled on a small pastry while I selected an Italian ice. Before
leaving, the waiter asked if we'd like some coffee - their own house
blend, of course - to accompany our dessert? I agreed, and suggested
that perhaps coffee would be a bit much for the young lady - he readily
concurred, and suggested that perhaps she'd like a nice cup of fresh hot
chocolate to go along with her dessert? Robyn quickly agreed, and as he
was leaving, took the first bite of her dessert - and her mother and I
both got a chuckle at the look of pure bliss on her face when she got
the full taste of it. It was mine and Robyn's turn to be amused when her
mother started eating her pastry - as she chewed the first bite, her
entire face seemed to light up in enjoyment. When she'd swallowed it,
she turned to me and said "That's absolutely the lightest, most
delicious thing I've ever tasted!". I told her that she would probably
make the dessert chef's entire week if she would repeat that comment to
the waiter, and she blushed a bit and said that he deserved it.

When the waiter came back with the coffee and hot chocolate, Lucy did
repeat her opinion to him, causing the waiter to smile and say that the
dessert chef would be delighted to know that he'd been able to please
her so greatly - which made her blush slightly again.

We all took our time with our dessert, enjoying it as much as possible,
and by the time we'd finished it, and our drinks, the restaurant had
nearly emptied. Most of its regular patrons knew that it closed at 10:00
PM, and it was now a little before 9:00. When the waiter came back
again, he asked us if there would be anything else. I asked Robyn if
she'd like another cup of hot chocolate, and got an enthusiastic yes in
reply; when I turned to Lucy, she said that the coffee was wonderful,
but said that it was getting a bit late, and she didn't think she needed
any more of it. The waiter told her that it was also available as
decaffeinated - certainly with no loss of flavor! - and that we were
their treasured customers and he would be delighted to serve us as long
as we cared to stay. She gave in, and said that she would like another
cup of coffee then, and confirmed with the waiter that she wanted decaf.
When he turned to me, I simply told him that I would follow the lady's
lead, and join her. He nodded, and headed off; returning a couple
minutes later with another cup of hot chocolate for Robyn and coffee for
me and Lucy, saying that he did not wish to disturb us as we enjoyed our
coffee. I thanked him, and off he went again.

When we'd finished our drinks, I signaled to him that we were ready to
leave, and he brought over the check. I looked it over, write in a nice
tip for him, and put my American Express card on the tray. After he'd
left, Lucy looked at me and said "That wasn't a Gold card, was it?", and
I said that no, it wasn't. She said that it didn't look like the regular
AE card, and I finally admitted that it was the platinum card.

Her eyes widened a bit at that, and even Robyn seemed to understand what
was going on, because she gave me another one of her minor-deity looks.

When the waiter came back, I signed the receipt, and when I'd gotten my
card and copy of the charge, he moved around to hold Robyn's chair for
her as she got up, letting me attend to Lucy. When we were all standing,
Robyn came around to stand on the other side of me from her mother, and
the waiter came around behind her, stopping in front of us.

He bowed slightly and said that it was his pleasure to have had us as
their guests that night; then he reached out first for Lucy's hand and
then Robyn's, kissing them in turn before stepping aside to let us
leave.

Lucy and Robyn fairly glowed as we headed toward the door; when we got
to the front, the headwaiter approached, and said that it had gotten a
bit cool out, and if I cared to wait inside a moment, the valet would
have the car ready for us in just a moment. As we waited, he thanked me
for coming back, and after saying that he hoped my next visit wouldn't
take so long - "and do bring these two goddesses back with you -
please!" winning him radiant smiles from both of them - and I assured
him that it wouldn't, and that I would.

About then, the valet opened the door, and started to come in; but when
he saw us standing there, stayed outside, holding the door for us,
instead.

As we passed him, he said that he hoped we'd enjoyed our time with them
and would return.

When we'd gotten into the car (which didn't take too long; it really had
turned cool), both Lucy and Robyn emitted sighs of pure contentment as I
pulled away from the curb. All during the ride home, they talked about
all they'd seen, and how lovely everything was, and "did you see
that....", and so on. As I turned onto the street to our apartment
complex, Lucy looked at me as thanked me for making her promotion
something she'd remember for a good, long time; and prompting Robyn to
chime in with her own expression of appreciation. I told them that it
really had been my pleasure, telling them that I'd been the envy of
every man who saw the three of us that night. The both giggled a little
at that, just as I pulled into the parking lot of our apartment complex.

When I'd pulled into my parking space in front of my apartment, and we'd
gotten out, somebody came toward us from the shadows, surprising the
hell out of us. When they got closer, we could see that it was a
teenager, and that not only was he pretty ragged-looking, but appeared
to be high on something. When he got close, he stopped, and asked me for
a couple dollars. I told him I didn't think so, and he said that if I
didn't give it to him, he'd take it from me. I guided Lucy and Robyn to
stand behind me a little, and they stepped back even more on their own.
I told the kid that if he tried to take money from me, he'd be sorry
when I didn't kill him. That kind of surprised him, and he said that he
had a knife, and he'd use it. My response was that in that case, not
only would he be sorry that I hadn't killed him, but that he'd find
himself in the jail ward of the hospital, too. That seemed to get
through to him a little, and when he realized that not only wasn't I
afraid of him, but that he might actually get hurt himself if he tried
anything, he decided to try the pickings elsewhere - heading off away
from us and the apartment complex. When he'd gotten a hundred yards
away, or so, both Robyn and Lucy came up to me and wrapped their arms
around me. When I put my arms around them, I could feel them shaking
from both fear and their sobbing.

I softly assured them that there wasn't anything to worry about, and
that it was all over, and that nothing was going to happen. After a
couple minutes, they'd gotten themselves together again, and we went
into their apartment.

When we got inside, Robyn said that she was exhausted, and was going to
go to bed. She heading down the hallway toward her bedroom, leaving me
with her mother in the living room. We kind of stood there, awkwardly,
for a minute when she said that as much as she liked dressing up to go
out, the clothes were never really meant to really be comfortable in. I
laughed in reply, and admitted that I was a lot more comfortable in
jeans and sports shirts, myself. She asked if I'd mind if she went in to
change, and I suggested to her that if she didn't mind, I'd go back to
my place to change, too, and be right back. She thought about it for a
moment, and said that rather than us keeping Robyn awake, maybe it would
be better if she came over to my apartment, instead. I agreed, and let
myself out as she was heading back to her bedroom.

I got changed and had hung my suit back up when I heard Lucy knocking at
the door. I opened the door for her, and found her standing there in the
too-small T-shirt and frayed jeans I'd seen her in before.

And it was obvious that she thought the temperatures out were a little
cool, because I could see her nipples poking out the front of the shirt.

I quickly invited her in, and asked her if she'd like something to
drink. She said that a Coke would be fine, and after a couple moments,
asked if I had anything to put in it - saying that she still felt a
little shaky from the little encounter outside. I told her I had some
rum, and she said that was fine, make it a strong one. I warned her that
it was 151, and she said that was even better, and she still wanted a
strong one.

I filled a water glass about half full of rum, dropped in a single ice
cube, and filled the glass the rest of the way with part of a can of
Coke; then opened a can of Coke for myself, and went into the living
room.

She was sitting at one end of the couch with her legs under her again,
and I handed her the glass and the rest of 'her' can of Coke. She felt
how much was left in the can, gave me a curious look, and took a big
swallow from the glass - and promptly started gasping. When she'd caught
her breath again, said "I said 'strong', not lethal!", and laughed a
little bit. I laughed back, and reminded her that I'd warned her it was
151, and besides, she could add more Coke to it, and start thinning it
down. She took another - smaller - swallow from the glass, promptly
filled it back up from her Coke, and asked me if I wasn't nervous about
what had happened outside. I told her that I wasn't since it really
hadn't been anything too serious. She looked surprised at that, and said
that it had seemed pretty serious to her. I replied by telling her that
it wasn't as bad as it might have looked: the kid was young, obviously
stoned on something, and if she looked close, she could have seen that
he wasn't in very good shape, either. She thought about that for a
second, and said "Yeah. But he still had a knife!". I pointed out that
he hadn't shown a knife, so it was only the word of a stoned thief that
there was one, and that even if he did have one, he was still both young
and stoned. She asked "But he still might have hurt you!", and I told
her that I didn't think he could have hurt me unless I'd gotten real
clumsy or did something real stupid.

She asked what I meant, and I had to explain to her a little bit about
some of the things that I'd done in the military, and some of the places
I'd found myself even after I'd gotten out, taking up the better part of
an hour. She seemed to understand that I'd left a bit of it out, but
seemed to also understand that I'd have been fully able to deal with the
twit if he'd been stupid enough to continue.

Then she shivered a little bit, and said "Between remembering that, and
how cool it is out there, I'm feeling a little chilly". I told her that
if she liked, I'd be glad to get her a blanket to wrap around herself,
and she said that a blanket would be too hot, and a moment later, asked
if I'd mind if she sat next to me, instead. I told her that I'd made it
a point to never object to having skimpily-dressed pretty girls sit next
to me, and she gave me a little laugh, saying "Great! But first, I've
got to get rid of some of that wine from the restaurant". I told her
that I figured she could figure out where the bathroom was, getting me a
smile and a nod before she got up and headed that direction.

A couple minutes later, she came back in, and had me twist around a
little on the couch, so that she could nestle herself into the crook of
my arm next to my shoulder. I had my arm resting on the back of the
couch, and when she'd gotten herself situated, she reached up and pulled
my arm down around her shoulders, holding my hand in hers. When she was
comfortable, she said "You know, it's been years sit I was able to just
sit and snuggle up next to a man like this - I'd forgotten just how nice
it could feel." I thanked her for the compliment, and told her that it
felt pretty good for me, too.

We sat there like that for several minutes, both of us comfortable just
to have the physical contact and closeness of another human being next
to us, before she looked up at me and said "You know, when you first
moved in, I thought you were kind of a nerdy bum, spending almost all
your time inside your apartment. Then after we talked outside that day,
I realized that there was more to you than what I first thought. Then
when Robyn got interested in your computer, and started coming over to
visit you, I worried that you might be some kind of pervert or something
and try to molest her. When I got back from my trip, I was worried that
you had somehow gotten her into bed with you. It was only when I came
over to apologize to you and we had a chance to talk a little more that
I realized just how much there was to you; and when you started helping
me and Robyn out with our problems, it only made me understand just how
thoughtful and smart you are. Tonight, when we went to the restaurant, I
started to see how considerate and polite you are, but I still thought
you were a little wimpy. I mean, after the way I acted around you, and
showing myself off to you - yes, I did it on purpose! - you still didn't
try to grope me or hit on me or anything else; I even wondered if you
were gay, until I saw the way you looked at me in this outfit! But after
the way you handled that creep outside, and hearing about what you've
done, I don't think that you're the slightest bit wimpy! I just don't
understand how a man can be both as calm and patient as you are, and
have the guts to stand up to a punk like that". I laughingly told her
that I was glad to hear that somebody had a good opinion of me, and she
jabbed me in the ribs with her elbow, saying "I'm serious, dammit!". I
got serious too, then, and asked her why she thought that a man couldn't
be both gentle and masculine at the same time. She thought about it for
a bit, and finally said "I suppose that there really isn't any reason
why he couldn't - it's just that I've never really seen it before, and
don't quite understand it". I told her that I thought that there really
wasn't any contradiction to it at all - only perhaps that it might be a
little unusual, which she answered with an "and how!". I continued by
saying that after my experiences, I really didn't figure that there was
anything I needed to fear physically, and the conquering of that fear
had given me a certain sense of tranquility that made it easier to deal
with other concerns. I told her that I wasn't immune to pain or disease,
that I still suffered the same kinds of maladies that affected everyone
else, that I still felt love and anger and all the rest - it was just
that my experience had taught me how to deal with those things in a way
that worked for me.

She responded to that by asking me if I still felt desire, too; I
answered that no matter what else she might think of me, I was still
human, and still a man, and most certainly did feel desire. With that,
she pulled my hand down a little farther, pulled her T-shirt out away
from her body, and tucked my hand down the front of it, placing it
securely on her left breast, saying "like now?". I could feel her nipple
hardening under my hand, and told her "like even before now, when I saw
you for the first time in your blouse and shorts, and earlier tonight,
when I saw the dress you'd bought and how you'd made yourself up", and
started softly squeezing her breast, and rolling her nipple around in my
palm. She looked up at me and asked "Did you notice Robyn, too?", and I
told her that I'd noticed BOTH of them, which she followed by asking
"Did you know that she'd got a crush on you?". I simply told her "Well,
I have noticed that she seems to have a pretty high opinion of me...",
which earned me a snort from Lucy. She then told me "She's got more than
just a high opinion of you. I think if you gave her half a chance, she'd
hop into your bed and do her damnedest to screw you silly!"; I was a
little worried about the direction the conversation was going, and asked
her "Are you suggesting that I take her up on it? Or telling me that if
I did, you'd have my nuts to hang on your car mirror?", which got me a
brief laugh before she answered "I'm not suggesting it - though I think
she could do a whole helluva lot worse for her first time," - (Phew! I
thought to myself) - " and if she DID pick you for her first, I don't
know if I'd want to know about it, or not." - (yay!) - " I do know that
if I found out you'd been with her, I wouldn't want to do anything to
either one of you - I love her too much, and I've gotten to the point
where I wouldn't want anything to happen to you, either".

I asked her "You just said that you didn't know if you'd want to hear
about it if Robyn and I did start making love. Why not?", and after a
couple of hesitations, she whispered "Because I think I'd be jealous of
her". I'd expected some other answer, and when I looked down at her, saw
that she was looking up at me with fear in her eyes - as though she
expected me to jump up and run away from her, or something. I smiled at
her, to reassure her, and told her that I didn't think that she would
have anything to be jealous about, either from me, OR Robyn - not that
she had anything to worry about (technically true - Robyn and I weren't
taking any chances of her getting pregnant, and I figured that after
what Lucy had just said, my character wasn't a concern to her, either).
She gave me a questioning look, and I elaborated by telling her that
what I felt toward Robyn was something completely different that what I
could feel toward her. She got a little bit of a surprised look on her
face, and I told her "Yes, I'm saying that I most certainly could feel
more toward you than what your average Next Door Neighbor might. You're
intelligent, attractive, you've got enough sense to listen when somebody
tells you something, you've got enough intuition or whatever that you
don't need everything explained to you, you don't whine or snivel about
everything that happens in your life, you've got more guts or nerve or
whatever than nearly all the women I've ever met, sexy as hell, and you
cuddle up next to me real well, to boot!". That last part kind of caught
her by surprise, and made her smile up at me. I continued by telling her
"What I feel toward Robyn is probably something between what a father
and uncle would, with a little lechery tossed in. Yes, I admit that I've
thought a few times about what it would be like to have Robyn in bed
with me - and I expect that any man with hair on his balls that isn't
either dead or gay has had the same thoughts. That does NOT mean that I
would do anything to coerce her, or entice her, or follow up on those
thoughts, though. If Robyn threw herself at me, I'd be flattered, and
I'd probably catch her - and give her several chances to change her mind
before anything permanent happened." - again, all technically true; just
the time tenses were a bit backward - "Hell, if she kept at it, I might
even give some pretty serious thought to taking her up on it. But even
then, what I'd feel toward Robyn, sexy as hell though she may be, would
be completely different from what I'd feel toward a full-grown adult
woman".

She asked me what I meant, and it was my turn to give her a little bit
of a reproachful look, saying "I didn't think I'd have to explain that
part to you. When you were married, you loved your husband, at least at
first, didn't you?" - she nodded - "And when Robyn came along, you loved
her, too?" - another nod - "Didn't you love them both, but in different
ways?". She answered me by saying "I knew what that meant to me, I just
wanted to know if it meant the same thing to you; and from what you just
said, I know that it does. I also noticed the way you described me, and
that the 'attractive' part was the second thing you mentioned, and that
everything else came before the 'sexy' part. Is that really the way you
think?". I told her that I appreciated a pretty, sexy girl as much as
anyone else, but that I also understood that physical beauty faded with
time - though not memory - and that sexiness was something that a person
couldn't particularly control. I said that all the other traits were
things that a person could exercise, and choose to control to some
degree; and that they were the ones that seemed to be the basis for most
of the long-lasting marriages I'd ever seen and heard about.

With that, she pulled my hand out of her T-shirt, and asked me if my
offer of a blanket was still good. I said that it was, and she asked me
to get it, please, sliding a little away from me so that I could get up.

While I was up to get the blanket, I also took advantage of the
opportunity to recycle some of the wine and such that I'd had over the
evening; and when I returned, Lucy was sitting a little farther away on
the couch than she'd been when I'd left her. I opened it up a bit, she
gestured that she wanted me to sit down first, when I had, she told me
to scoot over next to her, so I did. When I was comfortable, she stood
up on the couch, took a step over me, and turned herself so that she was
facing me before sitting down on my lap with her legs on either side of
me. Once she got herself situated, she surprised me by reaching down and
pulling her T-shirt up over her head, revealing her firm breasts with
their dark pink areolas and nipples, which were slightly erect. When she
gave her hair a little shake, it nearly gave me eyestrain watching the
way her firm breasts moved around on her chest; the whole thing was
repeated when she tossed the T-shirt off to the side. When she turned
back to me, she said "I've been thinking about you ever since you came
over to pick us up for dinner. I was a little afraid of you after the
way you chased off that kid, but after sitting her next to you, and
hearing the way you think about things, I know that I want to get to
know you better - a LOT better. I suppose that I could have played the
little games that other women like to play when they're interested in a
man, but I don't like them; and from what you've said, I don't think you
like them, either. You seem like a pretty straight-ahead kind of guy,
even if you are polite and thoughtful about it. From what you've said, I
don't think that you're going to try and hustle me into bed as fast as
you can; in fact, I think that if or when we wind up sleeping together
will depend on me, not you. It's been too damn long since I was with a
man last - since my divorce, in fact - and I'm both scared spitless at
the idea that you might not like me, and excited as hell at the idea
that you will. I think you want to get to know me better, too, but don't
want to push me or lead me on about it. I know that I like you a lot,
and think that maybe I'm falling in love with you, and it scares me not
knowing how you feel, really. It felt good sitting next to you like
that, with no TV going, and no need to say anything, and I want to feel
that way again, and more; and the way you held my tit in your hand
without trying to grope me all over, and just being content with a
little intimacy like that without trying to crawl all over me made me
happier than I've felt in a long time. I've never done anything like
this before, and I'm scared, and I wish I could just stop blabbering
like this, and HOLD me, dammit!". With that, she started to cry, and I
pulled her up against me, with her head on my shoulder, pulling the
blanket over the two of us. While she shook, and leaked and blubbered
and sniffled, I held her against me, softly stroking and patting her
back, telling her that it was OK, I understood, and making other
comforting noises.

After about 10 minutes, she'd started to calm down again; though she was
still crying, she wasn't going through the gasping-for-air kind of
breathing, and her body wasn't shaking from her sobbing. A couple of
minutes later, she pulled back from me a little bit, and said "Oh, GOD,
look at me. I must look like a mess, and I've probably embarrassed you
and made a complete fool of myself.", while hanging her head down and
sniffling from having to blow her runny nose. I put my hand under her
chin, and lifted her head a bit, so that she could see that I was
looking directly into her eyes, and see the understanding and sympathy
in my eyes. I undid the buttons on my shirt, pulled it off, and handed
it to her, saying "Here. Blow.", as though she were a small child, and
making her smile through her tears. She started to shake her head, and I
teasingly told her "I'm gonna have to wash it anyway, now, so you might
as well get some more use out of it!", making her laugh a little. She
finally took it, blew her nose on it; when she was done, I exaggerated
taking it from her by the corner and holding it well clear of myself,
tossing it past the end of the couch, making her laugh again. When she
looked at me again, I held her face in my hands, and told her "It's
pretty obvious that was tough for you - and I'm glad that you had the
courage to say the things you did. Yes, I do like you - a lot, I think -
and I WOULD like to get to know you better. You're right that I'm not
going to push or tease or anything else to try and get you to sleep with
me. I don't think you were stupid or anything like that - I don't see
anything wrong with any honest emotion, as long as it isn't hurtful. I'm
flattered that you think enough of me to be willing to open yourself up
to me that way, and I hope that I can be deserving of the trust you've
shown me. You're right that I don't like the kinds of little games that
most women play, and I'm glad that you don't like them, either. I
enjoyed having you next to me, too, and I don't want for it to stop,
either; and I hope that we can become close enough that we can have more
than just snuggling next to each other on the couch. I don't know if
what we have now can turn into more, or not; I hope that it can, and now
that I know you want to find out, too, I'm going to help us find out. If
it doesn't work out, for whatever reason, then we can both know that it
wasn't because of any kind of 'defect' in either of us. Your face is
puffy, your eyes are red, your nose is still runny, and I still think
you're lovely. Now quit worrying about things that haven't happened yet
or may never happen, and let me hold you", pulling her back next to me.

At that, I could see the tension and fear drain out of her, and she
gladly rested her head on my shoulder again while I pulled the blanket
around us. We sat like that for several more minutes before she started
wiggling around on my lap. When I asked her what the problem was, she
admitted that her legs were starting to cramp up a little. I asked her
if she wanted us to lay down, and when she pulled away from me to look
in my eyes, saw that I was only offering to help her get comfortable,
and no more. She nodded, and after she stood up, I laid down on the
couch on my back, and she quickly laid down on her stomach on top of me
with her legs on either side of mine, pulling the blanket she'd been
holding over us. As her weight came to rest on me, I made a fake
groaning-pain noise; she raised herself up a little, and poked me in the
side, saying "I know I'm not that heavy, you stinker!". I laughed, and
told her she was right - and adding that I thought she 'felt just fine'.
Since I had my arms around her, and was softly and slowly stroking her
from her shoulders down to the top of her shorts, she caught the joke,
and laughed with me before lowering herself again and snuggling her head
into my shoulder.

We laid there like that for quite a while; I was just starting to drift
off to sleep when I felt her move above me as she raised herself up. She
smiled at me, and said that she wished she could stay there like that
all night, but that she thought Robyn might get a little worried if she
wasn't there in the morning. I told her "I wish you could stay, too, but
I think you're right about Robyn". She gave me a little smile of regret,
and after looking into my eyes for a few moments, lowered her head and
kissed me. I kissed her back, and after only a few moments, the
temperature of the kiss had risen dramatically - my penis was starting
to get hard, and I could feel her stiffening nipples where they were
pressing against me. When the kiss finally broke, she said "Wow! I think
if I don't get out of here now, I might not get out of here at all!"; I
answered her by saying "If you must, you must...", and making a big show
of wiping a pretend tear from my eye. She understood that I was only
showing my regret that she had to leave, and laughed at my exaggerated
show of sorrow. Then she got up, and dropped the blanket on me, giving
me another wonderful show as her breasts jiggled slightly. She saw where
I was looking, and asked me "You don't think they're too small?".

I smiled at her, and told her that I thought they were just the right
size for her, and couldn't imagine her with them any larger or smaller.
She curtsied at the comment, giving me another show, and bent over to
pick up her T-shirt to put it on. When she leaned over, I could see how
her breasts moved on her chest without becoming deformed; and when she
pulled the shirt over her head, they only flattened a little in response
to her raising her arms. I got up then, and went with her to the door,
where we shared another incendiary kiss before she left to go back to
her apartment.

When I went to bed, it was quite some time before I was able to get to
sleep.

It was late the next morning when Robyn came over, telling me that she
and her mother were heading over to the swimming pool, and asking if I
wanted to come along. I welcomed the chance to see both of them in
swimsuits, and a quickly agreed.

When I got to the pool, I saw that they'd gotten there ahead of me, but
apparently by only a minute or so - Lucy was wearing a smallish bikini
that hugged her ass as though it had been painted on, and a halter top
that was just barely enough to beat the local laws on indecency. She was
busy spreading a beach towel on a reclining pool chair, and Robyn was in
her customary bikini, as well, sticking her toe in the pool to check
it's temperature. When Lucy finished getting the towel situated to suit
herself, she stood up and turned around, seeing me for the first time. I
gestured toward her, indicating her suit, and made a "hot enough to
burn" gesture with my hand as I walked toward her. When I got up to her,
she said "I thought you might like to see what you missed out on last
night-", and I teased her by saying "I missed out on something? What?
When? Where?". She poked me in the ribs, and said "I can see that I
missed out on something, too!", gesturing toward the bulge of my
swimsuit.

About that time, we were interrupted by a big splash, shortly followed
by a minor rainstorm of pool water - apparently, Robyn had taken the
opportunity to do a 'cannonball' into the pool at the end nearest us.

I gestured toward the pool, and said "I think that was our cue to join
in.", Lucy nodded her agreement, and I called out "Last one in is a
rotten egg!" before making a mad dash for the pool. It caught her
completely unaware, and it was a couple of seconds before she started
after me, giving me the chance to dive into the pool just ahead of her.

The three of us splashed around in the pool for a good half hour; it was
really a pleasant experience to be the center of attention of two well-
build lovelies in bikinis. Robyn, as noted before, was an excellent
swimmer; Lucy was doing a pretty good job, too. Somehow, I managed not
to let myself drown - mostly.

Finally, though Lucy and I were starting to get tired, and got out of
the pool to go and lay on the pool chairs. As we laid there soaking up
the sun, Robyn continued to splash around in the pool, and make dives
off the diving board. A while later, Robyn got tired as well, and came
over to lay down with us. She started talking about how much she'd
enjoyed dinner the night before. She finished up by saying that when she
told Sandra about it, she'd be "soooooo jealous!". At the mention of
Sandra, Lucy started a bit, and said that she'd almost forgotten to tell
Robyn that Sandra was going to be coming to visit earlier than expected
- that she'd be arriving the following Thursday, in fact. Robyn almost
screamed in happiness at that, and started dancing around the pool - I
looked over at Lucy, and she rolled her eyes at me, indicating that she
thought that perhaps Robyn had lost her mind. I laughed, and told her
"Remember what you said about another girl not being that much more
trouble?", and she stuck her tongue out at me in reply, laughing when I
made a kissing motion at it.

By this time, Robyn had worked her way back around to us, and flopped
down on her chair again. When I turned to look at her, she gave me a
Significant Look, and said "I'm going to be so glad when she finally
gets here! I'm sure we're going to have so much fun!".

When some other people showed up for a dip in the pool, Robyn got back
up, and joined their kids in some game whose rules wouldn't make a lot
of sense to any adult, and involved a lot of splashing and swimming.

Lucy and I stayed out in the sun, and after a bit, she got up and moved
her chair closer to me, so that we could hold hands as we sunbathed.
When she asked me if I'd put some sun block on her, it was all she could
do not to laugh out loud when I asked "Can I use my tongue?". She handed
me the lotion, and I started spreading it out on her shoulders. As I
worked my way down her back, she kind of wiggled her hips, and when I
got down to her suit bottom, started easing my hand under the edge of it
as I smeared the lotion around. After she'd let me get my hand
completely under her suit bottom, and give her ass a nice massage with
the lotion, she turned over, and I could see that her nipples were
erect, and poking through her top. She said "Do my front, too?", and
laughed softly when I replied "I'd die to!". I moved around so that my
body was blocking her from the view of the other people, and as I
applied the lotion to her, used the opportunity to slide my hands under
her top and play with her breasts, making her nipples even harder. I
couldn't spend too much time there, though, and I'm sure she was as
sorry as I was when I slid along the chair, and started applying the
lotion to her belly. She quickly perked up, though, as I allowed my
hands to dip under her suit bottoms, and brush across her soft bush; and
briefly slide across the outside of her vagina, pausing to give her
clitoris brief little rubs. I still didn't want to draw attention to us,
though, and didn't carry on like that for any longer than I dared. I
could see a combination of relief and disappointment in her eyes,
though, when I finally stopped. When I stood up, she could see that my
penis had hardened considerably, and with a mischievous look in her eye,
asked if I'd like her to 'do' me, too. I caught the meaning, and said
"Sure - I'd love it!". She had me lay down on my stomach first, and
almost duplicated what I'd done to her: first applying the lotion to my
shoulders, and when she'd gotten to my lower back, taking the
opportunity to slide her hands under my swim trunks and squeeze my ass.
When she was done with my back, she had me turn over - careful to keep
herself between me and the other people, so that the couldn't see my
erection - and started on my front. When she got down to my belly, she
didn't even hesitate to slide her hands under the waistband of my suit
and start rubbing my erect cock, and slide her hand even further inside
to caress my balls.

She, too, understood the need to make it look innocent though, and soon
finished applying the lotion, letting me turn back over onto my stomach
to keep my erection from becoming obvious to the other people.

When she'd laid back down on her chair, she turned her head toward me,
and said "You know, that has got to be the most erotic, sexiest thing
I've ever experienced - what you did to me, and what I did to you; right
out here in front of all these other people!". I smiled at her, and told
her "That's one of the nice things about sensuality: it can be an
aphrodisiac all on it's own."; she nodded her understanding, and with a
gleam in her eye said "With stuff like that to encourage me, I don't
think it's going to take as long as I'd thought!", meaning her wish for
us to become intimate. I smiled in return, and took hold of her hand as
we laid there for another couple of hours before heading back to our
respective apartments hand in hand, leaving Robyn playing in the pool.

About 5:00, Robyn's mother, Lucy, stopped by to tell me that she had to
go do her grocery shopping, and ask me to keep an eye on Robyn while she
was gone.

5:30, or so, Robyn came over and asked where her mother had gone, and
after I told her, asked if she could use my shower to rinse the chlorine
and such from the pool off. I said "Sure, go ahead", and didn't any more
than have the words out of my mouth than she had pulled her bikini top
off, and started tugging her bikini bottoms down, right there in front
of me. I wasn't disappointed by this, of course, but it still surprised
me a bit. With a wicked little smile on her face, Robyn headed in to
take a shower, wiggling her cute butt at me the whole time.

I heard the shower shut off a few minutes later, and shortly after that,
Robyn calling to me, asking me to bring her a towel. I got one, and when
I started to hand it in to her, she grabbed my wrist, and pulled me into
the bathroom with her. She asked me "What's the matter? Don't you want
to spend any more time with me?". I assured her that I most certainly
did, but that I didn't think that we had enough time to really have any
fun before her mother got back. She asked when her mother had left, and
when I told her, said that her mother almost always took an hour to do
the shopping, even though the grocery store was only a couple of blocks
away - and then added that she figured we had another 15 minutes,
anyway. With that, she leaned back against the sink, spread her legs,
and started caressing her clitoris and the outside of her vagina; in
just a few seconds, I could see her vaginal lips were extended, and her
clit was starting to show itself, as well. I could also see that the
excitement and cool air had hardened her breasts, making her nipples
stand up like little volcanoes.

My cock started getting hard, and when she saw the bulge in my pants,
stopped what she was doing, dropped to her knees, and started
unfastening my belt. Realizing that we didn't have much time, I pushed
her hands away, and started unhooking my belt myself; she used the
opportunity to unzip my pants, and when my belt was free, unfasten them
and pull them down to my knees. With only my underwear left, she quickly
reached up and pulled the front of them down, so that they were
'latched' under my balls, opened her mouth, and sucked my entire penis
in. When she started moving her head back and forth, and massaging my
cock with her tongue, it wasn't long before I had gotten hard enough
that she couldn't keep the whole thing in her mouth; settling instead on
sucking me in far enough that the head of my erection softly hit the
back of her throat on each inward stroke. After just a couple minutes,
though, she stopped, and looked up at me saying "I'm still on my period,
so we can't do any more". I nodded my understanding, and she promptly
went back to sucking my still-wet cock, and rubbing different parts of
it with her tongue when she had most of it in her mouth. When she had me
almost entirely in her mouth, it felt like I was plugged into a vacuum
cleaner, and it wasn't too long before I could feel myself getting ready
to cum. She seemed to sense it, too, and started cupping my balls and
gently stroking and squeezing them as she continued to blow me. With
that added incentive, it was only a couple minutes more before I started
shooting wad after wad of hot cum into her eagerly sucking mouth,
watching her cheeks bulge with each spasm, and her throat move as she
swallowed it as fast as she could. Even after I had shot the last drop
of my sperm into her eager mouth, she continue to suck and lick on my
penis, cleaning it - only when I had softened again did she release my
penis from her lips. I reached down, and pulled her to a standing
position, and then suggested to her that she should sit on the edge of
the sink; when she did, I gently nudged her legs apart, and moved down
to start licking her vaginal lips and sucking on her clitoris. Sucking
my dick still seemed to turn her on, and it wasn't long before her
fluids were almost running out of her, and she was moaning and hunching
her crotch up against my face as I slid my tongue into her vagina. When
I used some of her lubrication that had run down the crack of her ass to
wet my finger and slide it into her little pink rosebud, she started
moaning even more, and when I started sliding my finger in and out of
her ass in time with the sucking I was doing on her clitoris, she
finally went over the edge, and climaxing. As I felt her spasms on my
finger, I would twist it inside her and rub her clitoris, adding to the
intensity of it for her, and making her orgasm last even longer.
Finally, though, her climax started to dwindle, and when I stood up to
pull up my underwear and pants, she was barely able to stand after
sliding off the sink.

I moved over and held her for a bit, until she could (almost literally)
get her legs under her, and when she could stand, I handed her bikini -
and 'helping' her as she put it on (making sure the cups fit, smoothing
the bottoms across her ass and mons, and so on), which made her giggle.

After she had her suit on again, and properly adjusted, we went back
into the living room and sat down next to each other on the couch. She
started looking at me strangely, and finally said "You and my mom like
each other, don't you?". I admitted that we did, and she asked me "Do
you think you're going to sleep with her?".

That kind of surprised me (but not much - I was starting to understand
Robyn a bit), and I told her that I wasn't sure - that right then, her
mother and I were just learning about each other's habits and
personalities, and that I really didn't know for certain one way or the
other if we'd be intimate with each other. Robyn DID manage to surprise
me when she said "Well, I hope the two of you do start sleeping together
- I love you both, and I know Mom has been real lonely since she and
Daddy got divorced". I asked her if she wouldn't be jealous or anything,
and she gave me an impish smile and said "Well, a little, maybe - but as
long as you don't forget about me, not too much". About that time, we
heard her mother's car pull up, and Robyn went out to help her mother
carry in the groceries.

A little later, Lucy came over and told me that I was invited over to
their place for supper - she'd bought some steaks, and was making steaks
and baked potatoes for all of us. I agreed, and asked her if she wanted
me to bring anything - her reply was "just the beer!" before she left
again.

About 15 minutes later, I grabbed a 6-pack from the fridge, and went
over - finding that Robyn had changed out of her swimsuit and into a
pair of the tightest shorts I'd ever seen and a man's sleeveless
undershirt that had been cut off at about her belly so that it literally
hung down from the ends of her breasts. Lucy had changed too, into her
frayed cutoffs and light buttoned blouse.

As the potatoes baked, we sat around a bit, Lucy and I drinking beer,
with Robyn taking the opportunity to beg swallows from us while Lucy and
I chatted about different things. About the time we finished the first
beer, it was time to start the steaks broiling, so Lucy took care of
that while I collected us each another beer - and asking her if she'd
mind if I gave Robyn one of her own. Lucy laughed at that, and agreed -
Robyn was quite delighted when I got back into the living room and
handed her a beer with an explanation. A few moments later, Lucy joined
us, saying that the steaks would be ready in a while, and adding that
while she was out, she'd stopped off at the video store and rented a
movie for us to watch - and giving me a Significant Look. We all
continued to talk about a variety of things until the steaks were done,
pausing only when Lucy got up to go in and turn them over.

When they were ready, we all trooped into the kitchen and got our plates
ready. Lucy told me that she hoped the steak for me was large enough,
but that she'd gotten smaller ones so that we all "wouldn't feel too
'log-y' after we finished". I said that it was just fine, as did Robyn.
We all moved over to the dining table, and enjoyed our meal - steak,
baked potato, corn, and rolls.

After we'd finished, I helped Lucy carry the dishes back into the
kitchen, and then stayed to help her as she washed them and the other
items that were ready - she washed and I dried, while Robyn went into
her bedroom.

With the dinner dishes done, Lucy and I went back into the living room
after collecting ourselves another beer, and were soon joined by Robyn,
who had changed into a nightdress - a very lightweight nightdress, that
did a pretty good job of suggesting what was under it. She got a stern
look from her mother, but no comments; I simply looked at her and raised
my eyebrows. Robyn went over and sat in a large reclining chair they
had, and Lucy led me over to sit on the couch with her. We had just sat
down when she stood up again, saying "I almost forgot about the movie!"
before going over to the TV and putting a videocassette into the VCR.
Before she turned the TV and VCR on, though, she turned and asked Robyn
to open the windows a little, and let some fresh air into the apartment.
She waited until Robyn was back in the chair before turning on the TV
and VCR and starting the movie. She came back over to where I was
sitting, and gestured me to move over a little; when I did, she sat next
to me, pulled her legs up under herself, and leaned against me while
pulling my arm around her.

When I looked over at Robyn, I could see that she had watched all of
that, and was simply smiling; when she saw that I was looking at her,
smiled even more, and nodded her head that it was okay. I smiled back,
and turned to watch the movie: Last Tango in Paris.

After about half an hour of the movie, Lucy said that she was feeling a
bit cold. I asked her if she wanted the windows closed, and she asked
Robyn if she was cold. Robyn said 'no', so Lucy told me that there
should be a comforter at the end of the couch, and that if I'd hand it
to her, she'd just use it. I found it where she'd said, and helped her
spread it out and cover up with it. When she'd gotten it arranged to her
satisfaction, she reached over, and pulled my hand and forearm under it,
laying them across her lower belly. Then, hidden by the comforter,
unbuttoned her blouse, and pulling my hand up to hold her breast. As we
watched the movie, she would sometimes squeeze my hand, indicating to me
that she wanted me to play with her breasts and nipples; always a
gentleman, I readily complied.

When the movie ended, I casually pulled my hand away, and Lucy
discretely buttoned her blouse again. She threw the comforter back and
stood up, then asking me if I had a VCR. I told her I did, and she said
that she'd also gotten a couple of other tapes the video store, as well.
She turned to Robyn and said that she'd rented some teeny-bopper movie
or other that Robyn had been after her about. Robyn was ecstatic about
that, and I asked Lucy what the other movie was. She gave me a secretive
smile, and said that I'd find out in a bit. She turned back to Robyn and
said that she (Robyn) could stay up to watch 'her' movie, if she wanted,
but that she'd have to do it there at home, and go to bed immediately
after it was over. When Robyn asked where she (Lucy) would be, Lucy
replied that she had no interest in watching Robyn's movie, and that she
and I would be going over to my place to watch the other movie. When
Robyn asked what we'd be watching, her mother said "That's not
important. Do you want to watch your movie, here, or not?" - Robyn
quickly acquiesced. Lucy then told Robyn that when she was done watching
her movie, she should rewind BOTH of the tapes (Robyn groaned at that),
but that if she would promise to do so, could have the last cold beer -
which cheered Robyn up considerably. With that out of the way, Lucy
gestured to me that she was done, and that we could go over to my place.
As we were leaving, I saw her pick up the tape and tuck it under her
arm, so that the title and label weren't visible.

When we got to my place, Lucy put the tape on top of the VCR, and I
could see why she'd kept it pretty much tucked away around Robyn - it
was a Triple-X Adult movie! When she saw me looking at the title of it,
Lucy blushed (a LOT!), and said "After what we did this morning out by
the pool, I got all worked up, and couldn't get it out of my mind. I
haven't been with a man since the divorce, and tonight, I'm going to get
some satisfaction!", with that last part delivered with a certain amount
of defiance. I laughed, and nodded my head in her direction, saying "I
can only hope that I'm able to meet your expectations, and not leave you
feeling that the movie was a waste of money...", which made her laugh a
little with me. Then she said "I was thinking that we could, um, get
naked, and watch the movie that way - then we could, um, you know, um,
kinda go from there.....", blushing a bit as she finished. I just smiled
at her, and said "It works for me!".

With that, she turned toward me, and watched me as I slowly (teasing her
and giving her a bit of a show) took off my shoes and socks, then shirt
and pants. When I was just standing there in my underwear (and already
starting to get a little hard from just thinking about her), I stopped
and looked at her. She realized it was her turn, and put on a similar
show, for me - unbuttoning her blouse slowly, revealing her cleavage and
belly as she moved down the front, then even more slowly opening it up
and pulling it off her shoulders and arms before reaching down to
unfasten, then gracefully slide down, her shorts, leaving her standing
there in only her cut-cut panties. I asked her, simply, "Together?", and
she nodded - we both took hold of the waistbands of our last item of
clothing, and at the same time and speed, slid them down our legs, and
kicking them off to the side.

When we were both naked, we just stood there, looking at each other -
while I'm not any kind of body-builder, I do manage to get enough
exercise, and am careful enough with my diet, that I don't have any
excess fat, and have decent muscle tone. She seemed to be in pretty damn
fine shape, too - medium-sized breasts that were firm on her chest, with
smallish, dark pink nipples; a firm, slightly curved belly, and a
neatly-trimmed dark blonde vee of sparse pubic hair over slender,
shapely legs. I smiled to her, to let her know that I was pleased with
the way she looked, then held out my arms slightly, and turned in a
circle, finishing by asking "See anything you like?" with a smile on my
face. She laughed a bit, and replied "One or two things, I think!"
before doing the same routine for me, less the question at the end;
substituting a raised eyebrow, instead. I got a stern look on my face,
put one arm across my chest, and put my other hand up to my mouth, as
though in serious thought. She started to look a bit apprehensive, until
I finally pulled my hand away from my mouth and said "It's hard to know
where to start.....". With that, she looked considerably relieved, and I
asked her "So, where do you think we should watch the movie from?". She
looked thoughtful for a moment, and said "Well, I suppose we could start
on the couch..."; I said "Done. You start the movie, and I'll be waiting
for you" as I headed over to sit down.

When she'd gotten the movie started, she came over, and told me to slide
over a bit, and lean over on my side, so that I was resting on the arm
of the couch. I did, and she sat down in front of me, then laid down so
that her butt was tucked up against my semi-erect penis and her head was
resting on my arm. Then she reached back, took my hand, and pulled it
over her, so that it was resting on her belly, saying "Do as the Spirit
moves you..." with a gleam in her eyes. With that, the movie started.

As we laid there watching the movie for the first 15 minutes or so, we
both gradually relaxed a bit more, and started doing little
'explorations' of each other - I gently and slowly moved my hand around:
down her belly to sample her pubic hair, up and across to feel and
caress her asscheek, along her side (and discovering that she was
slightly ticklish), around to her neck and shoulders (finding out that
the back of her neck was an erogenous zone), back down to her breasts,
and so on. For her part, she wiggled her butt against my erection,
fitting it even closer to the outside of her vagina, reached back and
played with my butt and thighs, sometimes twisting around to play with
and even suck on my nipples, and like that. We started out mostly
watching the movie, but before too long, we were watching the movie only
during the 'action' parts, and exploring each other between times. It
was while we were watching the action parts that I noticed that during a
lesbian scene, I could feel how excited and wet Lucy got; and she could
feel how hard I started to get. We each kind of looked at each other,
then smiled, and went back to watching. After a bit more of this, I
suggested that we might be a bit more comfortable if we moved to the
floor - and Lucy quickly agreed. We got up, and I quickly got a blanket
and couple of pillows for us to use, and we had soon rearranged
ourselves for better access to all the good parts of each other's
anatomy.

When another lesbian scene came on, I decided to try something, and
moved between Lucy's legs, and started licking the outside of her
vagina, and sucking on her clitoris. She quickly became even more
aroused, and her vaginal lips extended even more while her clitoris
became erect. As I matched the actions of the girls on the video, she
could watch what was happening as well as I could, and could imagine
that it was happening to her - stimulating her even more, and making
even more of her nectar flow out to my eagerly lapping tongue. In only a
couple of minutes, almost in synchronization with the movie, she
climaxed - and with each of her contractions, her clenching vaginal
walls would push out a mini-wave of her fluids for me to savor. She
continued climaxing, long after the girls on the movie had moved on to
something else, with my tongue continuing to tease her vaginal lips and
caress her clitoris in time with each of her spasms.

Only after things had reduced to occasional minor tremors was she able
to get herself back together, and start breathing normally again. When
she'd caught her breath, she looked down at me, and told me "It's been
way too long since I've felt anything even close to something like that.
Damn.". I grinned at her, and told her "It was my pleasure, I can assure
you-", before licking my lips in appreciation. She giggled a bit at
that, and said "How did you know to do that, just then?", and I told her
that I had read that many women at least had thoughts about lesbian sex,
even if they chose to never act on them; and that with the response
she'd had to the other scene, I figured that she wouldn't mind a little
fantasy-playing.

Satisfied with that, she turned herself around, so that we were face-to-
face, and proceeded to lick the remains of her juices off my face before
giving me a kiss that would have made my socks roll up and down, if I'd
been wearing any. As we broke apart from the kiss, we saw that the movie
had progressed, and now a girl was starting to go down on a guy. Lucy
exclaimed "Turnabout is fair play!", and quickly turned herself around
again, and taking my semi-erect penis into her mouth. It was like both
watching the movie in stereo (she did everything the girl on screen
did), and feeling it at the same time: an exceptionally arousing
experience, and it was only a minute or so before I was completely hard
in her mouth. As I got harder and harder, she would take more and more
of me into her mouth, until at the end, she was essentially deep-
throating me (though with difficulty) - I'm only average in size, so it
wasn't so much a matter of my size as her inexperience at doing that. At
the same time, I could feel the overflow of her saliva as it slid down
my erection, and across my balls where she was holding them. When she
felt my balls start to tighten up, she took me in as far as she could,
and held her breath as she sucked on me as hard as she could - almost
sucking my cum out of my balls. My first wad of semen didn't even touch
her mouth - it went right into her throat, and the feeling as she
swallowed it was enough make me cum even harder the second time. With
each spurt, she would gently squeeze my balls as she sucked on my cock
and swallowed my sperm. Only when she felt my balls start to drop back
down again did she slide my now-softening penis out of her mouth and
start to breath again in great gasps. When she'd caught her breath
again, she took me back into her mouth, and softly licked and sucked my
penis clean again before moving down to lick my balls clean, too. After
she raised up, I gently pulled on her shoulders, and when she turned
back up to me, softly kissed her on the lips while holding her face in
my hands.

We laid there for a while, holding and caressing each other without
saying anything, as we watched more of the movie. Incredibly, toward the
end of the movie, we each started to become aroused again by what we
were seeing, and what we were doing to each other. Somehow, we were
again in sync with the movie, each doing to the other what the actors
were doing - me licking and sucking on her vaginal lips and clitoris,
her licking and sucking on my cock and balls. Almost before we knew it,
I was laying on my back while Lucy positioned herself over me, ready to
lower herself onto my erect penis as I squeezed her breasts and nipples.
When she first lowered herself enough for my cock to contact her vaginal
lips, I could feel how hot and wet she was inside: her lubrication
readily slid off her vaginal lips and onto the head of my erection. She
pivoted her hips forward a bit while she slid my penis back, spreading
her inner lips; because I was still wet with her saliva, she was able to
lower herself almost all the way on the first move, widening her eyes as
she did so. She raised herself up a bit, and then lowered herself the
rest of the way, so that my pubic bone was pressing against hers, and
trapping her clitoris where they met. She held herself that way for a
few moments, for which I was grateful - as hot and tight and wet as she
was inside, if she'd moved even a little in those few moments, I would
have immediately filled her with my cum.

As it was, I was just able to get control of myself before she started
moving - first raising and lowering herself small distances, slowly, and
quickly moving even more, so that she had nearly the entire length of me
sliding in and out of her as I continued to squeeze her breasts and pull
on her nipples. As she got more and more into the movements, she started
adding variations: wiggling her hips from side to side, pivoting her
pelvis front and back, making little circular motions, and so on. It
wasn't long, though, before she started to get tired. I stopped her, and
told her that I though it was my turn - she readily agreed, and raised
herself up enough to let my throbbing erection pop free. She looked at
me questioningly, as though to ask what position I'd like; I gestured
toward the TV where the couple was in 'doggie' position, saying "they've
done us pretty good so far!", she laughed a bit, and agreed before
getting onto her hands and knees as I moved around behind her.

When I was in position, I reached down and took hold of my erection,
rubbing the head of it between her fully-extended, drenched vaginal
lips. She responded by moaning, and telling me not to tease her - do it
now. I slid my cock back into position, and rapidly pushed it in as far
as I could - and got a happy moan in response. I slowly withdrew as she
tried to move back with me to keep me inside her for as long as
possible. When I had only the head of my again-throbbing cock inside
her, I rapidly pushed it back into her, making her gasp and moan almost
at the same time when my balls swung forward and bounced against her
erect clitoris. She almost shouted "Yes! Like that!"; and I readily did
what she wanted - almost pounding myself into her on the in stroke, and
slowly withdrawing almost completely on the out stroke. After a minute
or two of that, she started moaning "Oh, please - faster!" - and I
started hunching myself into her as fast as I could: I could feel myself
getting close to cumming, too. Several seconds later, I could feel her
vaginal walls tighten around my erection as she started to climax; the
combined sensations of her hot wet pussy and the tight, fluttering of it
as she started to climax were enough to trigger me, as well - I could
FEEL it as the first load of my cum moved down my penis and shot into
her hot cavern. She seemed to be able to feel it, too, and pressed
herself back against me, getting as much of me inside her as she could
while her vagina milked my spurting cock of its load. As our respective
spasms started to decrease, she began moving herself back and forth,
sliding my still-erect cock in her still-fluttering vagina - and forcing
some of our combined juices out around my penis, soaking my balls and
her mons. As my penis softened, I gently nudged her forward, until she
was laying on her stomach with me laying above her - my penis still
inside her - with my legs outside of hers and supporting myself on my
elbows over her back, keeping her warm and snuggling with her at the
same time as I kissed and nibbled her neck and shoulders. Finally,
though, my penis softened enough to pop free of her, allowing a dribble
of my semen to drip down her mons.

When that happened, she turned her head, and gave me a little kiss
before saying "You just keep surprising me in some very nice ways!
Thanks, I needed that!"; and giggled when I answered with "My pleasure
to be of service, Ma'am." in my best Western Movie Cowboy voice. We
stayed like that for a couple more minutes before she said "I'm feeling
a draft in places I haven't felt a draft in for a long time. Maybe we
aught to get up and clean up a bit before I go home?". I answered "You
certainly don't have to go home on my account; but I think you're
probably right about cleaning up a bit. Do you think you want to trust
me in the shower with you?". She replied "If you feel like I do right
now, I think I'd be perfectly safe with us in the shower together!", and
I had to laugh and admit she was right.

With that, we got up and went in to take a quick shower before she got
dressed again (putting on only her blouse and shorts) and went home
after giving me a fire-starting kiss and whispered 'thanks'.

For the next few days, Lucy was kept pretty busy at work, and Robyn was
keeping herself busy getting things ready for her friend Sandra's visit.
That meant that I had several days to work on my different projects -
and rest up from the previous couple of day's activities!

Finally, though, Thursday came around - and Lucy left work early so that
she and Robyn could go to the airport to get Sandra when she arrived. I
saw them as they were heading for the airport, and Lucy came over to
tell me that I could come over a while after they got back, so that she
could introduce me and Sandra. I said that I'd give them a couple hours,
and then stop by, and Lucy said that would be fine.

I happened to be looking outside when they got back from the airport,
and almost couldn't believe my eyes when I got my first look at Sandra:
fairly tall (nearly my height, I figured), slender (but not thin), with
long, graceful legs, and hair so blonde as to be almost white or gray -
she looked like a young, buxom Elke Sommers.

A couple of hours later, as promised, I went over to visit Lucy and
Roby, and get my introduction to Sandra. After Lucy had let me in
(telling me that Robyn and Sandra were in the bedroom, catching up on
gossip), she called them out so that Sandra could meet me.

As she came out, I could see that I was right about her height - she was
only a couple inches shorter than I was, with an incredibly clear and
smooth complexion, and somewhat larger breasts than Robyn had - while
Robyn's were roughly orange-sized, Sandra's were more grapefruit-ish. I
could also see that she'd gotten a good start on a tan, having a nice,
light-brown tone to her skin, that contrasted very well with her
brilliant blue-gray eyes. She was wearing a sleeveless blouse of some
lightweight material, so that it was (with a little of the right
lighting) possible to see that she wasn't wearing a bra, and a pair of
loose `hiking' shorts that barely came down past her crotch. With the
introductions done, she and Robyn obviously wanted to go back into the
bedroom and chatter some more, so Lucy told them they could leave us if
they wanted - she wanted to talk to me, anyway. Both girls looked both
relieved and interested at that, but quickly left me along with Lucy.

Lucy gestured that she wanted me to go ahead and sit down on the couch,
and when I did, she sat next to me, and leaned over, pulling my arm
around her so that my hand could cup her breast as she sat there. Once
we were arranged, she started talking to me in a soft, quiet voice (so
the kids wouldn't overhear us), telling me how much she enjoyed
`watching the movie' with me the other night, and how she wished that
she could come over and stay with me at night, so that she wouldn't feel
so alone in her bed again - that she'd forgotten what it felt like to
have someone close to her like that, and that I'd reawakened feelings of
desire that she'd kept hidden away for a long time.

I told her that I didn't have any problem with the idea of her coming
over and spending the night with me, or if she preferred, I could come
over and stay with her. She smiled at that, and said that she wished it
were possible, but that she didn't think that it would be appropriate to
do - particularly with Sandra there with them. I responded by pointing
out that Sandra wouldn't be there forever, and that it wasn't a one-time
offer: we could spend nights together when and if she felt comfortable
with it, no strings attached. I followed up by telling her that if she
wanted to come over to my place, all she had to do was to show up at the
door; if she wanted me to come over and stay with her, she had only to
say so. She nodded at that, and we just stayed there like that for
several more minutes, with me holding her breast in my hand and softly
pulling on the nipple with my fingers.

Our reverie was interrupted by the appearance of Sandra and Robyn,
coming in to ask if I was going to be staying for supper. Lucy laughed,
and said that I could if I wanted - they were just going to have hot
dogs and chips for supper, since she wasn't up for making anything more
complex. I laughed, and said that it sounded fine, to me, and said that
I'd go back over to my place and grab a few beers.

As I was talking, I could see Sandra looking at me in a very appraising
way - I figured that Robyn had already told her what the two of us had
gotten involved in, and what we'd done. Lucy said that sounded good to
her, and after a little wheedling and pleading from Robyn and Sandra,
agreed that they could have a beer, too, if I was willing to provide it.
I feigned doubt at the idea, just to see what the two girls would do -
and was pleasantly surprised when they each grabbed an arm and started
rubbing their bodies against me (making sure I could feel their breasts
on my arms) as they pleaded, in an effort to coax me into agreement.

When I finally agreed, they cheered, and ran back into the bedroom again
while Lucy just looked at me and laughed. I just shook my head, smiled
at her, and went back to my apartment long enough to collect a 6-pack of
beer - I figured a couple each for me and Lucy, and one each for Robyn
and Sandra.

By the time I got back, Lucy had started the hotdogs, and gratefully
accepted a beer from me - we each toasted the other before opening the
bottles. As the hotdogs were cooking, Lucy and I chatted a little about
our respective work - comparing the types of bosses we'd had,
complaining about office politics, and so on. By the time the hotdogs
were ready, we'd each finished our beer, so were ready for another when
Lucy called the girls in for supper. Rather than try to be `formal' by
eating hotdogs at a dinner table, we decided that it would be more
appropriate to just pile it all on paper plates and eat in the living
room. Lucy gestured me toward one chair while she took another next to
it, so that we shared a small table to hold our beer, while the girls
sat on the couch facing us.

As we were eating and chatting, I could see that Robyn was getting
something of an impish expression on her face, and noticed that she
started `flashing' her crotch at me, and moving so that her shirt pulled
tight against her breasts between the times she leaned over and
whispered in Sandra's ear (and making Sandra either giggle or gasp in
surprise each time). Before long, Sandra was starting to follow Robyn's
lead - she'd changed from sitting with her feet on the floor to sitting
cross-legged on the couch, facing me more than Lucy, so that her crotch
was plainly visible from where I sat - and revealing a pair of pale blue
panties in the process.

As she drank more and more of her beer, she got more and more bold, too
- letting the condensation on the beer bottle drip onto her blouse,
making it nearly transparent so as to reveal her nipples (and the
coldness of it making them erect). It wasn't long before Lucy noticed
what had happened to Sandra's blouse, and when she looked at me, I
simply took a swallow of my beer and gestured with the bottle,
indicating that I thought perhaps it was the beer having its effect on
Sandra. She smiled a little at that, but it was clear that she wasn't
particularly impressed with Sandra's actions.

When we'd finished eating, Lucy told Sandra and Robyn to dispose of the
trash, and told them they could go to the pool when they asked for
permission. When they'd gone back into the bedroom, Lucy asked me what I
thought was going on with Sandra. I told her I just figured that it was
a slightly-drunk 15-year old girl trying to vamp an older man to see
what kind of effect she could have. Lucy said that she didn't think she
liked that idea, and I told her that I doubted that there existed any
mid-teen girl who hadn't done something similar at some point - she
smiled a bit and admitted that she'd done it a time or two, herself.

About that time, Robyn and Sandra came out from the bedroom in their
swimsuits - Robyn in the bikini I'd seen her in before, and Sandra in
what had to be the sexiest swimsuit I'd ever had the pleasure of seeing
- and doing a damn fine job of filling it out in the appropriate places:
it tied behind her neck, came down the front to cover her breasts before
continuing down between her legs and up over her buttocks, tying again
in the front around her waist. I don't know what material it was made
of, but it seemed to become a part of her skin, the way it followed her
delicious curves. It was also apparent that this was her normal swimsuit
- there weren't any tan lines visible on her anywhere (and I did look
for them - very carefully, and with great attention to detail!). I
somehow managed to keep my eyeballs from falling out onto the floor
while Robyn and Sandra got their instructions from Lucy before heading
for the pool.

When they'd left, Lucy looked at me, and all I could do was shake my
head, and make "tsk, tsk, tsk... " sounds.

When she asked me what the problem was, I told her "I really don't
remember the girls looking like that when I was that age - either
they've made improvements in girls since then, or I was too stupid to
notice!" - which made Lucy laugh, and say that she figured the girls had
improved.

She followed that up by saying that it seemed we were all alone - could
I think of anything for us to do to pass the time? I got a solemn look
on my face, and said that I really couldn't think of anything right off
hand - perhaps she had something in mind? With that, she pulled off her
blouse, and said "Well, does this give you any ideas?" I kept the solemn
look on my face, and said "Well, not really - perhaps if you were to
come over here and let me have a closer look at the problem, I could
figure something out?" She laughed (making for a nice jiggling motion on
her chest), and came over to the chair I was sitting in, placing herself
in my lap, facing me.

With those marvelous breasts so close, I couldn't keep my face straight
any more, and started laughing out loud - and Lucy quickly joined me; at
least, until I leaned forward a bit and started sucking on her nipples
as I squeezed her breasts and caressed her sides. The combined
sensations of her crotch rubbing against my penis and playing with those
delightful tits of hers soon had me nearly fully erect - which seemed to
stimulate Lucy even more. Before long, she was moaning into the top of
my head as I softly sucked and bit first one nipple, then the other.

After a couple of minutes of that, she pulled back from me, and started
unbuttoning my shirt; and when she'd gotten it off, stood up in front of
me, and pulled me to my feet. When I was standing, she quickly took off
her own pants and panties, and then squatted down to take my nearly
erect cock into her mouth while using one hand to caress and hold my
balls while the other squeezed my buttocks. In only a few moments, she
had me fully erect, and my penis thoroughly coated with her saliva; then
she stood up again, and gently pushed me back into the chair before
climbing up onto it so that she had one foot on either side of my hips.
Never one to let an opportunity to pass me by, I reached up and grasped
her buttocks, pulling her muff toward my face so that I could start
licking her extending vaginal lips and clitoris. In only a few seconds,
I had her wet enough that her vaginal juices were starting to flow down
the insides of her thighs, and her vaginal lips were fully extended and
open, waiting for something to penetrate them.

When I paused to catch my breath, she pulled back from me again, and
quickly squatted down, taking my penis into her hand and positioning it
so that she could lower herself onto it in one smooth, steady motion.
Once she'd lowered herself all the way, she paused for a few seconds,
giving me the opportunity to lean forward and start kissing her
shoulders and neck while I squeezed her breasts and pulled and pinched
her nipples. She finally started moving again, making it difficult for
me to continue kissing her, but I was able to keep my hands on her
breasts, cupping them and softly tweaking and squeezing her nipples as
she moved herself over me - first taking me all the way inside her, and
then raising herself up so that only the head of my penis was in her;
and sometimes even raising herself up even more so that the head of my
erect cock fluttered in and out the mouth of her vagina.

She was able to keep this up for several minutes before she started to
get tired; as I felt her start to slow down, I took her into my arms and
leaned forward, so that I could seat her on the couch, with me on my
knees in front of her. Once we were repositioned, she leaned back and
spread her legs even more, giving me free access to her vagina, which
still held my erect penis. I put my hands on the back of the couch to
steady myself, and started thrusting myself in and out of her. She moved
her hands up so that she was cupping her breasts, squeezing them and
pulling on her nipples as we both watched the way my erection seemed to
pull her vaginal lips into her when I entered her, and how they would
seem to cling to my cock when I withdrew. We both seemed to find the
sight of my erect penis glistening with her juices, and the sounds our
bodies made as we made love, arousing; before long, she was clasping at
my cock with her vagina as I nearly slammed into her on each inward
movement.

Finally, though, I couldn't stand it any longer, and pushed myself into
her as far as I could before jetting my first load of cum deep into her
hot, wet, tight tunnel. That seemed to be what she needed, too, and as I
was releasing my second wad, her climax started, milking my erection
with her vaginal muscles as she nearly screamed her pleasure. Only after
we'd caught our breath again was I able to lean forward and give her the
kind of kisses she deserved, and nuzzle her neck and shoulders. And it
was only when we started to feel cool from the air-conditioning did we
realize that the girls would be returning soon, and get up to quickly
put on our outer clothing.

We were both still slightly sweaty a few minutes later when the girls
came charging back into the apartment, full of the energy of youth.
Sandra didn't seem to notice anything, but I saw Robyn sniffing at the
air a bit, and the sly smile on her face when she realized what the
scent was. She quickly hustled Sandra into the bedroom, giving me and
Lucy a chance to make final adjustments to our clothing and compose
ourselves before they re-appeared, dressed.

I stayed and visited with them for a little longer, before claiming the
need to get up early the next morning. I caught Robyn giving me a
mischievous grin that widened when her mother said that she was feeling
a little tired, as well. With that, I bid them all good night, and went
home.

Early the next afternoon, Robyn stopped by to ask if I could join them
at the pool. I told her that I was a little busy and couldn't, but that
I appreciated her stopping by to ask. She seemed a bit disappointed, and
left.

A couple hours later, I heard a knock at my door, and when I answered,
found Robyn and Sandra standing there in their still-wet swimsuits.
Robyn informed me that she'd forgotten her key, and could I let them in
to rinse off in my bathroom? It sounded suspiciously familiar, but I
agreed, thinking that the presence of Sandra would keep things under
control. I was wrong.

No sooner had they come in and I'd closed the door than Robyn had
dropped her bikini top, and was in the process of taking off her bikini
bottoms; Sandra, with a somewhat hesitant look in her eyes, was
following suit, having undone the string at the front of her suit, and
being in the process of untying the one behind her neck. About the time
Robyn got her bikini bottoms free of her feet, Sandra had gotten the
string behind her neck undone, and simply let the suit drop to her feet
- leaving me standing there looking at two very sexy, very naked young
girls. Robyn, of course, I'd seen before - but Sandra was something else
entirely: as I'd thought, grapefruit-sized breasts (or perhaps a bit
smaller) standing firm on her chest, medium-sized areoles that were just
darker than her skin, smallish nipples, and a nicely-defined "V" of hair
the same shade as was on her head, rather short, but thick.

I quickly noted that Sandra didn't show any tan lines because she didn't
have any - her tan was uniform over her entire body: apparently, she
sunbathed nude regularly. With a giggle from Robyn, and a sudden look of
absolute serenity from Sandra, the two of them calmly walked in toward
the bathroom, giving me amply opportunity to enjoy the sight of two
young, very tight and nicely shaped asses in motion along the way -
leaving me standing there in near-total shock. After a couple of minutes
of hearing the shower running, I could hear Robyn calling out to me to
please bring them their suits, so they could rinse them out. I could see
what was coming, and quickly adjusted my erect cock before collecting
their suits and going into the bathroom - where I was met by the sight
of the two of them in the shower, washing each other off, and having fun
doing so.

Neither showed the slightest hesitation in turning toward me and giving
me a full view of their lithe young bodies as I handed them their suits.
Sandra spoke first, telling me that Robyn had told her about me, and how
much fun Robyn and I had had. Robyn then chimed in by telling me that
she knew her mother and I had "done it" the previous evening while the
two of them were at the pool. I said that we had (no point in denying
it), and Robyn replied by saying she was glad that I was able to make
her mother happy, and she hoped that I would be able to "make me and
someone else happy, too."

From the look of hesitant anticipation on Sandra's face, I could tell
that she was the `someone else'. Sandra came out and said that she
thought what Robyn and I had done sounded fun, and that she thought she
wanted to try it, too, but that she was afraid of getting hurt. Robyn
told her that it might hurt a little, but that I was very careful and
gentle, and that it wouldn't hurt much, and that the feelings she'd get
would be wonderful. Sandra still looked a bit dubious, but also more
interested. Robyn told her that I really was very careful and that I'd
been the one to take her cherry, and that she (Robyn) wouldn't be
jealous or anything - she just wanted Sandra to have fun like she did.
At that point, I interrupted by saying that something like that was
going to have to be Sandra's decision, and that I wasn't going to be
doing anything unless and until Sandra was really ready for it; so Robyn
should quit trying to push her into it, and let Sandra decide for
herself.

Robyn pouted a bit at that, and Sandra looked a little relieved; after a
few moments, Robyn said that even if Sandra wasn't ready yet, that
didn't mean that she couldn't at least find out what a man looked like,
and suggested that I join them in the shower. Sandra looked interested
and agreeable to this, so I decided to go ahead and join them - it isn't
often that one gets to have two lovely young females for shower toys!

As I was undressing, Robyn frankly watched me while Sandra feigned
disinterest - at least, until I started to take off my underwear. Once
naked, I quickly joined them in the shower, where Robyn didn't hesitate
to grab hold of my penis and start playing with it while I got myself
wet under the shower head. When I was about half-hard, Robyn let go of
me, and told Sandra to go ahead and try it - after a few moments of
hesitation, she did so; very delicately at first, but soon with more
confidence when she realized that she wasn't hurting me.

Once Sandra was more comfortable, Robyn started telling her some of the
things that she'd learned - that the testicles were sensitive to
pressure, how the area behind and under the head was very sensitive, and
so on. Then Robyn suggested to me that maybe I could start touching
Sandra, so that Sandra could find out what it felt like to have someone
else touch her. Sandra quickly looked up at me, and when I smiled at her
and raised an eyebrow in question, decided that it would be okay, and
nodded to me. I slowly reached out, and put my hands on her shoulders -
which surprised her, I think - and started giving her a mini-massage.
Only when she relaxed a little did I start moving my hands in larger
motions, so that I was eventually caressing her breasts and making her
nipples stand up like pale pink pebbles. I could see her breathing start
to quicken, and I gradually moved my hands down so that I was caressing
and squeezing one of her buttocks with one hand while the other made
slow, gentle explorations of her pubis.

When my hands left Sandra's breasts, they were replaced by Robyn's - I
could see the smile on her face as she stood behind Sandra and held her
breasts, cupping them and playing with the nipples.

As Sandra's breathing got even quicker, and she became more and more
engrossed in what she was doing with my now- erect penis, I started
slowly moving my hand farther and farther between her legs, until I was
finally able to start softly stroking her vaginal lips, and making
gentle rubbing motions against her clitoris. It wasn't long before she
moved to spread her legs a bit, so that I could reach her more easily. I
felt her tighten up a little the first time I moved my finger between
her vaginal lips and into the opening of her vagina, but when she
realized that I wasn't going to do more than that, she soon relaxed
again.

After only a couple of minutes, her pelvis started moving, and she
started making low moaning sounds in her throat as I tended to her
vagina and clitoris while she continued to stroke and caress my penis
and testicles. It wasn't much longer before her attention was completely
on what I was doing to her vagina, and more importantly, to her clitoris
- she completely forgot what she was doing with my penis, and simply
stood there, holding it as I focused more and more on her clitoris.

After only a couple more minutes, I could feel her tense up as her
climax started - she would have collapsed with the first spasm if it
hadn't been for the fact that she was leaning against me, and Robyn was
helping to hold her up by continuing to hold and caress her breasts.
Sandra's legs clamped around my hand, making it difficult for me to
continue to softly massage her clitoris as she climaxed, but I was able
to do so by making only small, gentle motions of one finger in time with
her contractions.

When her orgasm finally ended, and she realized where she was and what
had happened, she looked up at me in fear and confusion; I smiled at
her, and told her that I was glad that she'd enjoyed what I had done,
but that I wasn't going to do anything to her that she didn't want me
to. She seemed relieved at that, and blushed as she told me "thank you -
that felt wonderful; even better than when I do it!" before blushing
even harder. I laughed and Robyn told Sandra what I'd told her - that
anyone who said they didn't do that was lying. With that, Sandra smiled
and turned to kiss Robyn - a kiss that seemed to heat up considerably as
it progressed.

When it finally broke, both girls looked at each other in a way that
seemed to say that there was more to come. Robyn turned to me and said
that it wasn't fair that Sandra got to cum, but I didn't, so she was
going to "take care of" me - and with that, kneeled down in the shower,
and took my still-erect cock into her mouth as Sandra looked on in
surprise.

As Robyn started sucking on me, Sandra quickly got over her surprise,
and then got a rather thoughtful look on her face before kneeling down
behind Robyn. I could see it as Sandra reached around Robyn with one
hand to play with her breasts while the other moved farther south to
begin administering to Robyn's vagina and clitoris.

As Robyn got more and more excited, she got more and more enthusiastic
about sucking on my cock, and it wasn't long before she was taking
nearly the entire length of it into her mouth as she jerked her hips in
time with Sandra's actions. The feeling of Robyn's warm mouth around my
cock, and the sight of Sandra's naked body as she made love to Robyn was
enough to bring me to the very edge of shooting my load in no time; when
Robyn felt my balls tighten up, she pulled her head back so that only
about half my erect cock was in her mouth, and started using her tongue
to tickle the head of it - and in turn, causing me to shoot load after
load of my sperm into her eager mouth, where she swallowed every drop of
it. After the last wad of my jism had gone down, she released my penis
from her mouth, and turned slightly so that she could give Sandra a deep
kiss as her orgasm hit her - a kiss that they kept going for the entire
duration of Robyn's climax.

When the two of them stood up again, I could see flecks of my semen
around Sandra's lips, as well as Robyn's - and the sight was nearly
enough to bring me to full erection again, right on the spot. Instead,
though, I pulled the two of them next to me and hugged them, before
picking up the soap and starting to lather them up. The next several
minutes were loads of fun - having Sandra standing right next to me in
front, so that I could feel her downy soft bush against my semi-erect
cock, while Robyn did the same to me in the back is one of the memories
that I will cherish for a long time - particularly when Sandra started
rubbing herself against my cock, making me even harder, which made her
spread her legs enough to let my erection rub up against the outside of
her vagina and clitoris while she pressed her firm young breasts against
my chest.

Sadly, though, the fun had to end - primarily because the hot water
started to run out. We quickly abandoned the shower, and started drying
each other off - with Sandra again surprising me by taking the
opportunity to suck on my semi-erect cock for a few moments when she
knelt down to dry my legs off.

When we were again dry, and finally dressed (well, them in their
swimsuits - hardly "dressed"!), we all sat down in the living room, and
talked a little bit about different things. It turned out that Sandra
was much like Robyn, in that she was fairly intelligent, interested in a
lot of things, and surprisingly well-informed about a number of world
events.

When I asked her about it, she admitted that she did like to sunbathe
nude as often as she could. After she had answered that question, she
summoned the courage to tell me that she thought that she'd like to "try
some more stuff - you know?" I told her that there wasn't any hurry or
rush, and that I wasn't going to do anything to pressure her or hurry
her. I suggested to her that she think about it for a few days - and
admonished Robyn against interfering - and make her decision then; that
if she really thought that she wanted me to be her `first', I would be
honored to do so - but ONLY if she were quite sure about it. She said
that she would think about it some more; and I told her that I thought
maybe it would be a good chance for her and Robyn to catch up on any
gossip and such, and that I still had some work to do. They got the
hint, and said goodbye to me before leaving.

The next few days were spent making sure I was well ahead of schedule on
my work - and getting my strength back from everything that had happened
the last couple of days. Also, I wanted to make sure that Sandra had
plenty of time to decide what she wanted to do; though she was a little
more restrained than Robyn, I had the feeling that she wasn't going to
let Robyn talk her into anything, either. They did stop by a couple
times, but I was busy, and they had to content themselves with watching
me as I worked my way through some tricky code; it didn't take long for
it to get boring for them with me so focused on what I was doing.

Lucy came over a couple of times, and we did a fair share of kissing and
making out, but it didn't go any farther than that, by mutual consent.

Finally, though, Robyn and Sandra turned up at my door one afternoon,
again wearing only their almost non-existent swimsuits - not surprising,
considering the season and their love of the apartment complex's pool.

I'd gotten ahead on my work, and was waiting for some hardware engineers
to get their thumbs out, so had some free time to spare. I hadn't any
more than let them in than Robyn unfastened her suit, and let it drop to
the floor; Sandra quickly followed her example, without hesitation.
Having not had the pleasure of their company for several days, I
appreciated the views they gave me all the more - Robyn's dark
complexion emphasized by her dark hair and the blue-black shadow at the
junction of her thighs, her orange-sized breasts with their small, dark
areolas and nipples; Sandra with her all-over tan (now showing an ever-
so-faint fading where she had to wear her swimsuit), larger breasts with
medium-sized areolas just slightly darker than her skin, and her almost-
white head and pubic hair. Both had smooth, flawless skin, without a
blemish to be seen anywhere.

As I stood there, burning their images into my brain, Robyn chimed in
with "We know you've been busy, but we're hoping you might have some
time for us, today." - soon followed by Sandra's nod of assent.

I put a serious-thoughtful look on my face, and pretended to be doubtful
about it - but couldn't keep from laughing when both of them developed
worried looks on their faces. When I laughed, Robyn realized that I was
teasing, and gave me a dirty look; Sandra simply looked relieved.

I gestured toward the living room, and the they each took one of my
arms, hugging it to them as they guided me to the couch before releasing
me to turn me around, then sitting down next to me.

To my surprise, Sandra was the first to speak, telling me "I've been
thinking about what you said. You know, the other day, when we took the
shower together?"

I smiled at her, and said "Oh, yes, I remember!", with enthusiasm,
making her blush furiously.

"Well, I finally decided about that - about what you said. Robyn talked
to me about it - not too much, only when I asked her to - and told me
what it was like for her, and how nice and gentle and kind you were with
her. I believe her, too; even when we were in the shower, you were like
that with me. I mean, I'm sitting here next to you, naked, and while I'm
talking to you, you're looking into my eyes, and you're actually
listening to what I'm saying!!"

Here, Robyn chimed in with "Yeah, he's like that; you'll get used to it.
The deal is, he figures we're cute and sexy and all that, but more than
anything else, he respects people - at least, until they do something to
piss him off, then it's no more Mr. Nice Guy. You shoulda been here the
night he took my mom and me out to dinner!"

Sandra and I both looked at her in a way that made it clear we wanted
her to stay quiet and out of the conversation; she took it gracefully
enough, and sat back to listen as Sandra continued: "Like I said - I've
decided. And my decision is that I do want to, uh, do more with you. I
mean, I want you to be my first; I want you to be the one I give my
virginity to."

That set me back a bit - I really didn't think that she would just come
out and say it that way. That, and my mind racing at the idea of
spending time with the little vixen, left me speechless for several
seconds. It was only when I noticed the look of apprehension on her face
that I came back to reality to tell her "Sandra, if that's what you
want, then that's what will happen. I don't know that we have time to
actually do anything today" - Robyn checked the clock, and told us
"Probably shouldn't try it..." - "You said you've been talking to Robyn
about it, so I'm sure she can fill you in on the how and what and all
that.", I continued. She nodded, and I went on "You've still got a week
here, and I'm sure the right time and place and circumstances will come
to us before you have to leave. But we're not going to push it, for a
couple of reasons. First, and most important, is that if we're rushed,
you won't be as relaxed about it as you should be, and that might make
it more difficult or painful for you. Second, if we're not careful,
there's a chance that Lucy, or someone else, might find out about it,
and I could get into a lot of trouble about it; maybe even go to jail. I
don't think either of us wants anything like either of these things to
happen, so we'll just take it easy, and wait for the right chance,
okay?"

She readily agreed, then told me "Um, the last couple of days, Robyn and
I have been, uh, trying stuff out, sorta."

I looked at her, then Robyn, who told me "Remember when you said I
should find someone I really trusted to find out about boys and girls?
And I told you I thought I might know someone?". I nodded, and she went
on "Well, Sandra is the one I was thinking of. We've been finding out
what girls are like, sorta, and we both decided we like them. I still
like boys - men! - better, though; and Sandra wants to find out which
she likes, too."

With that, I told Sandra "That's fine. It's your decision if you want
Robyn to be there when it's 'that time', or not - you know that Robyn
and I already do things, and I'll understand either way you decide."

Sandra quickly told me "If we can, I think I'd like to have some time
with all three of us, so that I can watch some of what you and Robyn do,
so I know what might happen with me, okay?"

I, then Robyn, assured her that was fine, and she went on to say "Um, if
it's okay, I'd like to do some stuff tomorrow. What Robyn and I have
been doing feels really good, but I want to know what it's like when YOU
do stuff, too. I mean, this all sounds so fun and everything, and it
makes me so excited to think about it. See?", and leaning back to open
her legs, showing me how her inner lips were peeking through her fleece,
glistening slightly from her arousal.

I couldn't help but lick my lips, and then asked her "If you want, I
think we've got time for me to make you feel good."

Sandra perked up considerably at that, and looked at Robyn, who nodded
her head in approval, before saying "Well, if you're going to do Sandra,
then I get to do you, right?", with a mischievous grin on her face. I
barely had time to agree before Robyn had her hands on my belt,
unfastening it. I stopped her, reluctantly, and said "This would
probably be easier on all of us if we organized it a little bit. Sandra,
how about if you turn around a little bit, so that you're facing toward
me more; I'll get undressed, and get on my knees in front of you. Robyn,
you can sit on the floor, facing the same direction as Sandra. Okay?"

Both nodded, and I stood up, quickly shedding my pants and underwear -
Sandra's eyes widened at the sight of my semi-erect penis waving in the
air, Robyn's eyes just twinkled in anticipation.

I knelt down on the floor, and leaned forward to kiss Sandra gently on
the forehead, surprising her a bit. Then I kissed each of her eyes, then
her cheeks; only then did I touch my lips to hers, softly. She seemed to
welcome it, and my next kiss was more solid, and the one after that
harder still. She hesitantly put her arms around me, and when we kissed
again, I parted my lips a bit; she followed my example, letting me touch
my tongue to her lips. After a few seconds, she opened her mouth more,
letting it in to begin a slow, gentle duel with her own tongue; I could
feel her nipples start to harden as the kiss went on.

As I was kissing Sandra, Robyn was kissing me - but considerably further
down on my body: kissing and caressing my penis and testicles, applying
little lip-bites to them, and so on. It didn't take long before she had
me nearly completely erect, and concentrated her attentions on the end
of my penis.

When Sandra and I finally broke our kiss, I pulled back a bit to look
into her face - and saw a combination of desire, acceptance, and
nervousness. I smiled at her, and said "It's okay, Sandra. You're doing
fine. I'm not going to hurt you; all I want to do is to make you feel
good. If you don't like something, just tell me to stop, and I will.
Okay?"

She nodded, and visibly relaxed. At that, I lowered my head again, but
this time to her breasts, taking first one, then the other, into my
mouth to suck on them while I fluttered my tongue over her nipples. She
moaned slightly, and put her hands on my head to both hold, and guide,
me. As I did each breast, I held the other in my hand, savoring it's
weight and firmness as I repeatedly ran my thumb and fingers over her
nipple, bringing her areolas to erectness, too, forming small cones that
tapered down to her hard nipples. After a couple of minutes, I could
clearly smell her arousal, and decided to move on to my next objective.

As I moved back, so that I could get my head down between Sandra's
thighs, Robyn easily moved with me. She'd taken my erection in her
mouth, and was slowly sliding her lips up and down its length as she
used her tongue to caress the underside.

Once in position, I gently guided Sandra's thighs a little farther
apart, and lowered my head until I was face-to-face, as it were, with
her womanhood: she had slightly thicker labia than Robyn, but they
didn't protrude quite as much. Slightly parted, they glistened slightly
with her arousal, barely visible in her blonde thatch. Lowering myself a
little farther, I had the pleasure of finding out that her pubic hair,
though thicker than Robyn's, was short, and incredibly soft and silky.
Unlike the more common 'vee', It started at about her pubic bone, and
flowed almost straight down between her legs - forming a relatively
narrow strip that clouded, but didn't hide, her labia. Her scent was
delightful: sweet and musky, with the freshness that only young girls
have - truly, one of nature's best aromas.

She watched me as I finally kissed her, ever so softly and gently, on
her mons, then her labia, before easing my tongue out to trace a furrow
between her inner lips, bottom to top, where I found her clitoral hood
waiting for me. A few passes over it with my tongue, and she moaned
deeply before spreading her legs even further, and putting her hands on
her breasts so she could begin squeezing them, and pulling on her
nipples.

Her taste was so fresh, so delightful, that I simply couldn't resist
returning to sample more of it, pressing my tongue farther into her so
as to draw out as much of it as I could. When I did that, she moaned
again, and hunched herself slightly, inviting me to do it again - which
I gladly did, even as Robyn was increasing the suction that she applied
to my penis, pausing at times to run her tongue along the underside of
my glans, moving me along toward release.

To push my own climax back, I focused on trying to do two things at
once: sliding my tongue up and down and in and out of Sandra's vaginal
opening, and rubbing her clitoris with my upper lip, so as to stimulate
and arouse her even more. It seemed to be working, judging from the
gasps and moans she was emitting more and more frequently. At least, the
effort to stimulate Sandra was working; trying to fight off my own
climax wasn't going as well: Robyn could hear Sandra's noises, and that
only seemed to prod her into more and more intense activity on my
erection - something that I simply couldn't ignore or resist.

More than anything else, I wanted to bring Sandra to orgasm before I
unloaded into Robyn's eager - and talented - mouth; I gradually moved
the focus of my attentions from her vaginal opening to her clitoris, now
fully erect, with a proportional increase in the gasping and moaning
coming from Sandra. Finally, I had my mouth over her clitoris, pulling
on it's hood with my lips as I flicked my tongue back and forth across
it; perhaps only a minute or two later, I could feel it as she found her
release. Her entire body froze as the first of several surprisingly
strong spasms passed through her; all I could hear was a long, low,
guttural moan come out of her with each wave.

Even as I was applying the last few gentle nudges to Sandra's clitoris
as her orgasm ended, Robyn managed to find a rhythm and motion and
degree of suction that finally pushed me over the edge - as she felt my
balls tighten up, she pulled back slightly so that only about half my
penis was in her mouth, ready to receive the first of several long, hard
spurts of semen that jetted into her mouth and throat, swallowing them
as they arrived.

As she felt the tightening of my balls before each flood of cum, she
would suck on me, and rub her tongue under the head of my penis, making
it even more intense for me.

Finally, though, I simply didn't have any more to give her, and she slid
her lips off, allowing my rapidly-deflating penis to fall free. By the
time she did, Sandra had recovered enough to roll over on her side, so
she could watch what Robyn was doing. Robyn turned to look at her, a big
grin on her face and a small trickle of my semen in the corner of her
mouth; Sandra suddenly realized that nobody had taken care of HER.

With only a slight glance in my direction as I moved to sit down on the
floor, Sandra moved to the floor, as well. Sandra told her "I think it's
your turn now!", and Robyn smiled at her in agreement before turning
around to lay on the floor, her head on my lap. Sandra quickly moved
between Robyn's thighs, fastening her lips to Robyn's vaginal opening
and reaching up to take Robyn's breasts into her hands, massaging them
as she began her ministrations to Robyn's sex.

In only a few moments, I could hear Robyn's breathing quicken, and not
long after that, she began moaning and slowly hunching her pelvis into
Sandra's face. Watching as Sandra used an apparently enthusiastic and
skillful tongue to bring Robyn to climax was almost enough to get me
hard again - and if Robyn hadn't been so enthusiastic about making sure
I had a good climax, it probably would have been enough. Still, the
sight of Sandra's pale hair against Robyn's dark complexion, and the
view of Sandra's mouth soundly fastened to Robyn's crotch, was
phenomenal. In only a few minutes, Sandra had Robyn on the edge of an
orgasm - then spent a couple of minutes holding her there before finally
letting Robyn find her release.

As Robyn came down from her orgasm, Sandra moved up to lay next to her,
and over the next little while the two of them kissed as I caressed both
of them.

Finally, though, Robyn looked up at me, and said "As nice as that was, I
think we probably need to take a shower before Mom gets home, huh?"

I nodded in agreement and moved to get up; the two of them slid down a
bit so that I could stand up, then I reached down to help both of them
to their feet before they moved one to each side of me as we held each
other on our way to the bathroom.

After the shower, we dried off, and went back into the living room,
where the girls put on their swimsuits again, and the three of us sat
down and chatted. We were still there, me in a chair, Robyn and Sandra
on the couch, when there was a knock at the door. I went to open it, and
found Lucy standing there - she'd apparently decided to knock off from
work a bit early. I invited her in, and she came into the living room
with us; waiting until I'd sat down, she didn't hesitate to plant
herself on my lap as Robyn and Sandra watched. When she looked at them,
she found that both of them were smiling at her, perfectly comfortable
with the situation.

We chatted for a few seconds before Lucy spoke up, saying that she was
thirsty; Robyn asked if anyone else wanted anything, and when we all
did, heading into the kitchen, reappearing a few moments later with cold
cans of Coke for all of us.

I asked Lucy how her day had been, and she told me how her day at work
had gone. When she was done, Robyn and Sandra took turns telling her
what they'd done that day - just not everything they'd done.

When we'd all finished our drinks, Lucy told the girls that it was
getting close to supper, and that they should head home to change
clothes for dinner. When they groaned in mild complaint, she laughingly
told them that if that was their attitude, then they could start supper,
as well: hot dogs and macaroni and cheese, which seemed to cheer them up
a bit.

After they left, Lucy continued to sit on my lap for a few minutes,
letting me hold her as she ran her fingertips up and down my arm -
apparently deep in thought. Eventually, she 'came to', and got up,
heading for the door, with me not far behind her. She opened the door,
and when I moved in to give her a kiss, put her hand on my chest, saying
"Not right now. I've got something I need to get straight in my mind,
okay?" I nodded, and after a Significant Look, she left.

It was about 8:30 when I heard a knock at the door, and on opening it,
found Lucy standing there. I quickly invited her in, and we headed for
the living room, where we sat on opposite ends of the couch.

I just sat there, looking at her as she made a couple of starts before
finally saying "Okay, I know something happened here this afternoon.
What was it?"

"What do you mean? What makes you think something happened?", I asked,
fearing I knew the answer.

"What I mean is that I could smell it the second you opened the door -
the odor of hot-and-ready female. I damn well know it wasn't me, so it
must have been one of THEM. I don't know which one it was, but it's
pretty obvious that both of them must have been in on it."

When I didn't say anything for several seconds, she went on "Look, I'm
not pissed. Well, yes, I am, but not enough to make any trouble for you.
I spent the last couple of hours thinking about this, and what you've
done for me, and Robyn; and the things that we've talked about, and what
kind of person you've shown me you are. I even thought about the things
that I've said, and done, just to make sure I was being honest and
fair."

"The thing that pisses me off, though, is that something is going on
with Robyn, or Sandra, and I don't know what it is. You do, and I want
to know what it is.", she continued.

I looked at her for a few seconds, and finally said "First, I haven't
said anything to you about what - if anything - is happening with Robyn
because I'm trying to respect and honor the trust she shows me by
talking to me about the things she does - the same way I don't talk to
her about what happens between us, or what we talk about."

She had the decency to blush slightly as I continued "As for what
happened this afternoon was that Sandra experienced her first orgasm
from a boy; well, man. She FIRST proposed it a couple days ago, but I
told her that I wasn't going to do anything to her then, and to go away
and think about it first, VERY carefully. Apparently, she did, because
she came back today, ready to give it a try. I gave her several chances
to change her mind, and even tried to put it off again, but she didn't
want to. Rather than just jump on her and start banging away, I took the
easy way out and just used my mouth on her. It'll probably come back and
bite me on the ass, but that was the decision I made."

Lucy looked at me, only slightly mollified, and asked "So what was Robyn
doing here, then? What was her part in it?"

I sighed, and asked "DO you really want to know?" - cluing her in that
the answer might not be to her liking.

She thought about it for a few moments, and finally said "Yes, I do. I
don't think I'm going to like it, but I think I have to - she's my
daughter dammit!"

I watched her for a few seconds, and saw the determination on her face,
before I finally told her "Robyn was here to provide support and
reassurance for Sandra. The two of them have been 'experimenting' with
each other, and Sandra wanted her there."

"And?"

I sighed, and said "And when I was done with Sandra, she pretty much
repeated what I'd done to her, to Robyn, with pretty much the same
results."

Lucy lost all expression on her face as she thought that one through.
After a bit, she looked at me again, and asked "So you were alone with
two naked, teenage girls, and didn't hump either one of them? Am I
supposed to believe that?"

"No, I didn't hump either one of them. It's true, so whether you believe
it or not is irrelevant.", I replied.

She looked at me closely, and finally decided that I was telling her the
truth. A moment later she asked "And if Sandra, or Robyn, wants more?
What then?"

"I'll decide when the time comes. Remember, I'm not trying to hustle
either of them into bed - Robyn is your daughter, and I like you, a lot.
I know they're both young girls - maturing quickly, I think, but still
young, and I don't need that kind of legal trouble, either. Like I said,
I'm not the one pushing for anything to happen; they are."

She caught what I'd said, and quickly responded "You said 'they'. I take
it that means that Robyn has been after you, too?"

"Yes. She's made it more than clear that she wants me to have sex, or
make love, with her." Okay, I was splitting hairs by leaving out the
fact that we already HAD made love. I didn't want to hit Lucy with all
of this all at once.

Lucy sighed, and said "So what happens now?"

"I can see only 3 possible outcomes. First, I try to keep putting them
off. I think you know as well as I do how well that will work. Second, I
verbally chase them away. If I do that, I figure one of two things will
happen: either they'll get mad and tell someone what did happen, and
perhaps even accuse me of more; or they'll decide that they're going to
get what they want, and find someone else to go to."

"You said 3 possibilities, and you've only mentioned two. What's the
third?"

I looked surprised, and said "I thought that was obvious: let it
continue the way it has - I keep giving them chances to back out and go
somewhere else, while trying to slow things down as much as I can."

"There's a fourth choice, you know.", she told me.

"What's that?", I asked.

"*I go to the law and make the complaint."

"You told me earlier that you weren't pissed enough to make any trouble
for me, so I didn't include that one.", I replied. "If you're that
pissed after all, then yes, it's another choice."

She made a face at me, and said "I think you're right about trying to
put it off - it'll only make them that more determined, until they get
tired of waiting, then they'll likely get mad and do something they'll
regret later. Trying to push them away will only land you in jail
faster."

She thought some more, and finally said "I know, I think, what kind of
guy you are. I know that you're not the one instigating this, and I know
that you're not pushing it - hell, I damn near had to throw myself at
you before you'd do ME, so I know you're not going to risk jail for a
couple of teenyboppers. I know you're kind, and gentle and patient, so I
guess the only thing to do is to trust that you'll be even more
considerate of them, and let it happen. It gripes the hell out of me,
but I like you, too, and don't want to see anything happen to you.
Dammit, I just wish to hell I'd seen what was happening!"

I didn't think she was in any mood to be held, so I just took her hand
in mine and asked "When you were that age, did you have any secrets from
YOUR folks?"

"Damn right I did!"

"They ever find out?"

Seeing where I was going, she reluctantly admitted "No, they never did,
really."

I let her sit there, getting used to the idea, until she looked at me
again, and asked "You know what's going to be the bitch about this,
don't you?"

"What?"

"Wondering what you're going to do, and wondering if I'll know when it
happens. I damn well know that YOU'LL never tell me!", she said,
grumpily.

I smiled, and told her "From what I've seen of Sandra, I suspect that
she'll tell you - not in words, but from her behavior. If it happens
with Robyn," - "When it happens, I think!", Lucy declared - "I don't
know. She might tell you in words, you might be able to guess from the
way she acts, or you might make yourself crazy wondering if or when it
happens or happened at all."

She gave me a rueful smile, and said "I think you're probably right
about Robyn, and me. I know Sandra only enough to realize that I don't
know her - I would never have thought she'd do anything like this."

That settled, she glanced at her watch, and said "Oh, hell. I'd better
get back to make sure they go to bed on time.", followed a moment later
with "Well, I guess that explains the moans I heard the last couple of
nights - I thought maybe Sandra was having a bad dream, but now I know
better, I guess. At least now I know what's going on, so I won't barge
in on them to comfort whichever one was having a nightmare."

Then, a few seconds later, she glanced at me, blushed slightly, and said
"Actually, it kinda makes me hot, knowing what they're doing - even if
it IS my daughter involved. That Sandra is the cutest thing I've ever
seen; I wish I'D looked like that at her age!" With that admission, she
blushed again, and quickly found her way to the door, and went home.

The next morning, Friday, I finally got a call from my client, letting
me know that their engineers had finally settled on something, and
informing me that they would be emailing me the changes. Since my
contracts were for a fixed price on the software, I always made sure to
include a penalty clause in it so the client would have motivation not
to leave me hanging while they got their act together in situations like
this.

A few minutes later, my email client beeped, announcing that the new
specifications had arrived as promised. I looked them over, and saw that
some of the design parameters had changed - pretty normal for this
client, I thought, knowing that another clause of the contract specified
an additional charge when the specs changed. I let them know that I'd
received the changes, and reminded them of the additional charge they'd
incurred. Their reply accepted the additional charges, and I went to
work. Fortunately, I knew enough about what they were doing to
anticipate the change, and had written my code accordingly. It wasn't
going to be easy making the necessary changes, but it sure wasn't going
to be the hassle it could have been, either.

I hadn't any more than gotten myself organized when the doorbell rang;
when I answered, I found Sandra and Robyn on the doorstep. I invited
them in, and showed them the email that I'd received before explaining
to them that I was going to be pretty busy for the next couple of days.
Both looked disappointed, but with the evidence of the email, they
accepted the necessity fairly well. Still, I made time for them, and we
sat in the living room for a few minutes, talking, as we had something
to drink - coffee for me, Kool Aid for them. When they'd finished their
drinks, both gave me a kiss and hug before heading for the pool so that
I could get to work. And I did work, over the entire weekend, making the
changes needed to get my client back on track for their project. Another
clause in my contract called for a bonus if my software was finished
ahead of their development schedule, so I was quite willing to work over
the weekend.

That's not to say that I didn't have some 'time off' - Lucy invited me
over for supper on Saturday evening, and the four of us enjoyed a nice
meal of sub sandwiches and chips while we watched a couple of movies on
their VCR. For the first one, Lucy let Robyn and Sandra sit next to me
on the couch while she pretended not to notice the occasional bit of
touching and groping. For the second movie, she insisted on her right to
be with me, too, and the two of us lay on the couch, me behind her,
while covered with a sheet ("to block off some of the draft from the air
conditioner" was her excuse - one the girls saw right through). During
the second movie, Lucy and I had a tough time following the plot, since
we were engaged in some mutual molestation which the girls wisely didn't
comment on, even though they clearly knew what we were doing. In fact,
they even did a little molesting, themselves. I know Lucy saw some of it
because I could feel her nipple get even harder in my hand when they did
it; and she would press herself back against my erection.

When the second movie ended, Lucy had Robyn and Sandra rewind the movies
and generally clear up our supper dishes as she and I got ourselves
'back together' - her, to fasten her clothing, me, to let my erection
subside.

The girls, of course, suspected the reason, and had the courtesy to take
their time about getting things done; something that I, at least,
appreciated: despite the end of her groping, my nearness to Lucy slowed
down the process of letting my penis deflate to something less
noticeable.

Finally, though, it was down to a manageable size, and Lucy got up,
saying "You two can have a bowl of ice cream, then it's time for bed."

They accepted her pronouncement well, and when they left the room, Lucy
whispered to me "If you don't mind, I'll be over after they go to bed.",
to which I replied "Mind? Hell, no!", earning me a grin, and gentle
nudge in the ribs, from her.

With that, I told the girls 'goodnight', and made my way back to my own
apartment; a half hour later, there was a soft knock at the door, which
I knew to be Lucy. I opened the door for her, and after she came in, we
hugged and kissed before heading into the living room.

Once seated on the couch - her tucking into my side, my arm around her -
she told me "I saw those two. You know, touching. All evening. When they
were sitting with you - and don't think I didn't see you touching back,
either, Mister! - and when they were on the floor. I hate to admit it,
but it made me kinda horny, you know?"

"Why do you hate to admit it?", I asked.

She looked up at me, surprised, and said "Huh? What do you mean?"

"You just said you hated to admit that it made you kinda horny. Why do
you hate admitting it?", I replied.

She thought about it a moment, and told me "Well, for starters, it was
two girls. YOUNG girls. And one of them, in case you forgot, is my
daughter."

"So? When we watched that video that night, you admitted that girl-girl
sex was kind of a turn-on for you, so that reason won't wash.

They're young? So what? Neither one of them seemed particularly nervous
about it, other than worrying that you might see them and say something;
they're friends, they like each other, and neither one seemed to be
doing anything to force the other. Which makes it consensual - as in,
BOTH of them were willing participants. Again, by your own admission,
they're fairly mature; and you know that they've already been with each
other, so that's no excuse, either. One of them is your daughter? Again,
so what? One of them wasn't - and as the old saying goes, "It takes two
to Tango". Just a couple days ago, you told me that you wished you
looked like Sandra at her age; clearly, you think she's attractive. I'll
bet that you'd admit that Robyn isn't anything close to ugly, either -
and the next step past that is to admit that she's pretty, too. So the
only thing that you could hate about admitting that watching them turned
you on was the underlying idea that you found them - BOTH of them -
sexually attractive, in a way; and particularly attractive with each
other."

That earned me a nervous look, and a slight blush, which prompted me to
ask "Okay, it's true, then. So what happened to YOU that makes this such
an issue with you?"

She started, and looked up at me asking "How the hell could you know
something happened to me?", nervously.

I smiled, and said "Remember, I'm in business for myself: I have to be
able to read and understand people, at least a little, if I have any
hope or plan of getting their business. I'm a computer programmer -
which implies a certain fluency in basic logic: what fits, what doesn't,
and why. Something you said here, something there, how you respond to
certain situations; it's all parts of a puzzle - all I did was put the
pieces together the way they seemed to fit, and read the answer."

Slightly amazed, she asked "And what other answer did solving the puzzle
tell you?"

"That whatever happened to you probably happened when you were about
that age. That whatever it was, it didn't particularly damage you in any
way, and that whatever it was, you don't feel like you ever really
finished it."

She got a look of absolute amazement on her face, so I continued by
telling her "I 'know' the approximate age because of the way you're
reacting to THEIR ages. It didn't hurt you any because you didn't go off
the deep end the other day when I told you what they'd been up to; nor
did you go off on me when they were here that afternoon. I don't think
you finished what you were involved in because you seem willing to let
them continue - something you didn't get to do. So, do you want to tell
me about it?"

She looked down, and said "You're right. About all of it. I was actually
only 14 - halfway between their ages! My best friend and I were both
boy-crazy, but neither one of us had the slightest idea of what was
going on, or what to do about it. After a LOT of late-night talk during
sleepovers, we finally decided that the best idea was to 'practice' -
kissing, mostly, since that was the first thing that interested us. It
started off innocent enough, but after a couple of weeks, we realized
that in most of the 'grown up' movies we saw, the boy would put his hand
on the girl, on her breast, and that they would open their mouths. So
that was what we finally did - open our mouths. It was only a little at
first, and we didn't touch tongues or anything - at least, not until we
added the touching each other part. We did it like they did in the
movies: first we'd start kissing, then we'd each put a hand on the
other's breast. I liked it, it felt good; and I'm positive that my
friend, Patricia, liked it, too. Both of us were nervous as hell about
it, but we damned well weren't going to stop. We were so gentle with
each other, and it felt so good, that it didn't take long before we DID
start touching tongues. It was accidental, I think, the first time; but
when it happened, it felt like a jolt of electricity ran through me -
right to my nipples and between my legs. I think Patty felt the same
thing, since we pulled back a little bit when it happened, but SHE was
the one that leaned back in toward me to kiss me again. Make no mistake
though - she sure as hell didn't have to force me; I was more than
willing to have it happen again!"

She went on, saying "I think I was the first one to do more than just
hold my hand on her breast; my own nipples were literally aching, and
couldn't stop myself from using my thumb to see if Patty's were as hard
as mine felt. They were, and she didn't hesitate to rub my nipple, back.
From there, it wasn't long before we were French kissing like nobody's
business, and playing with each other's tits to no end. As we did it
more and more, I kept getting more and more excited, and could feel that
between my legs, I was getting wetter and wetter, and I just couldn't
get enough pressure where my 'button' was. Again, I figured Patty might
be having the same problem, and as I was sliding my hand down her front
so that I could touch her between her legs, we were interrupted."

"What happened?"

"It was my mom, knocking on the door to see if we wanted a snack or
anything. Scared the hell out of both of us, and embarrassed us both to
no end. It took me a minute to get over it, and tell Mom that yeah, we
would like something to eat and drink. Both of us kind of shied away
from each other, and put on our housecoats to go down to the kitchen
where Mom had some pie and milk for us. The whole time we were eating,
we kept looking at each other, then looking away, like we were afraid of
each other. By the time we got back to my room, it was like we were two
strangers; when we went to bed, both of us moved to the edge of the bed,
so that we weren't touching - usually, we'd lay right NEXT to each
other, and even hold hands. The next morning, instead of getting dressed
together, like we normally did, Patty took her clothes into the
bathroom, and got dressed there. After that, we kind of avoided each
other for the next few days. Those few days turned into weeks, then
months", she finished, crying slightly at the memory.

I tilted her head up to look at me, and told her "I don't see that you
did anything wrong. What you and Patty had was a lot like what Robyn and
Sandra have. The only difference is that they've been able to follow
through on what they started, and they don't seem ashamed or embarrassed
by it. What happened to you was bad luck, pure and simple. From the
sound of it, I'd guess that you and Patty would have found out that you
liked girls just fine - but that it wouldn't have stopped either one of
you from enjoying boys, too; at least, if what you've done with me is
any indication."

She smiled at that, and I went on "I don't think there's anything wrong
with you for getting turned on by watching Sandra and Robyn play. Both
of them are more than passably attractive, both because of their youth,
and their natural good looks. If you wanted to drag one or the other of
them into bed with you to finish what you started with Patty, I wouldn't
like it much - but ONLY if you forced them in some way. If one or the
other WANTED to, then I'd say 'go for it, and have fun'. So there's no
reason for you to 'hate to admit' that you find the sight, or idea, of
them together turning you on."

She looked up at me again, and said "You just said 'one or the other of
them' - you mean even if I wanted to have sex with my own daughter, you
wouldn't be disgusted?", wonderingly.

"Nope - as long as she was old enough to make the choice for herself, of
her own free will. If the two parties are both interested, and there's
no chance of pregnancy or disease, then I'm fine with it - as far as I'm
concerned, it's just two people making each other happy, and feel good,
and act of LOVE, to some degree. Beyond that, it's none of my business;
I've got my hands full being in charge of ME", that last part earning me
a smile.

She got another thoughtful look on her face for a few seconds, then
looked up at me, saying "Well, that's enough of that. I didn't come over
here to have you solve all my problems, just one."

"And what would that be?"

As she told me "I have this itch that I was hoping you could scratch",
she got up off the couch, and started to undress, telling me "You see,
it's in a spot that I can't quite reach by myself; but I know that you
have just the right 'tool' to take care of it.", making a pun of her
desire and intentions as she let her panties drop to the floor.

I stood up, too, and in my best Southern Drawl, told her "Well, Ma'am,
I'd be right happy to scratch your itch, if'n that's what you want." -
"Oh, it is!", she teased. - "But I'm a-feared it might git kinda messy,
if'n you know what I mean."

"Oh, that's fine - All I care about is this darn itch", she replied as
she used her hand to rub the outside of her vagina, and her clitoris, as
the other teased one of her nipples to erection.

By this time, I'd gotten naked, too, and told her "Well, Ma'am, I'd be
plum happy to help you out, but it looks like my itch scratchin' tool is
kinda out of commission at the moment."

She smiled, and as she dropped to her knees, told me "Well, Stranger, I
think I might be able to help you out with that little problem" before
taking the end of my semi-erect penis into her mouth and softly sucking
on it.

As I started to get harder, she was able to begin sliding her lips up
and down the length of me - and starting a slight swaying motion in her
breasts that I found both interesting and highly erotic, which only
served to make her ministrations that much more effective.

When I was fully hard, and glistening with her saliva, she released me
from her lips, and lay back on the floor, spreading her legs to show me
how wet and ready she was before saying "I don't need anything more, or
anything fancy - I just need this damn ITCH taken care of!"

I dropped to my knees, then, and moved to position myself between her
legs before leaning forward to support myself on my hands and arms. Once
I was in position, she reached down between us and took my manhood in
her fingers, guiding it to her opening. Without another word, I pressed
forward, and both of us watched as my entire length slid into her in a
single, slow, continuous movement, ending only when our pubic hair was
merged.

That done, we looked into each other's eyes as I withdrew from her
slowly, savoring the feel of her warm insides as they slid along my
length. When only the head was still inside her, I paused for a moment
before pushing myself back into her as she raised her pelvis in welcome.

Over the next several minutes, I slowly increased the speed that I moved
in and out of her; and with her vocal encouragement, increased the force
of my motions, as well. She raised her knees until they were nearly
touching her breasts, which tilted her pelvis up, and spread her legs
even further, giving me maximum freedom to move, and maximum penetration
into her. She was hot and tight and wet enough that it didn't take long
before I began to feel a faint stirring in my balls - but I knew that as
aroused as she was, she still wasn't close to having an orgasm. Not
wanting to disappoint her, I lowered myself onto my elbows, which put my
mouth near her ear - and I began to talk to her about something I KNEW
would get her going:

"Think about it Lucy - even while we're here, making love, Sandra and
Robyn are probably doing the same thing in their room."

"Just imagine, Lucy - Robyn is laying back on the bed, and Sandra is
between her legs, licking and sucking on her, and playing with her
breasts, just like I did to you before."

"Lucy, maybe they're in a '69' now. Just think: Sandra is laying there
on her back, with Robyn over her, both of them with their heads buried
between the other's thighs, licking and kissing and getting juices all
over their faces."

"You can see what they look like, Lucy - both of them young and smooth;
their firm breasts, their soft mounds, their hard nipples as they touch
and kiss each other."

Even as we were making love, I gave Lucy a verbal description of what
might be happening between Robyn and Sandra, and how they looked; and
with each description, I could feel her responding underneath me,
becoming more and more excited, and wetter and wetter, so that the scent
of her arousal filled the room, and the liquid sound of our lovemaking
became louder and louder. It was as she was getting closer and closer to
orgasm, and I was describing to her what they must smell like as they
made love, that I finally felt the start of my climax; the first splash
of my semen into her womanhood was enough to push Lucy into her own
powerful orgasm. An orgasm powerful enough that she wrapped her legs
around me to hold me in place as she bit the side of my neck to muffle
her screams of release. While spasm after spasm passed through her, her
vagina tightened down on me even more, enough so that I didn't dare try
to move in her - but that was okay, since the sensation of her internal
muscles clasping at me was more than enough to make sure that she got
every drop of semen that I had to give.

Even as my penis began to soften, she was still having fluttering
aftershocks of release; I continued to hold her there, covering her body
with my own, until she finally unlocked her ankles and let her feet rest
on the floor while she held me close, gasping.

Only when she'd caught her breath did she release me enough so that I
could raise up enough to look down into her face, still flushed from our
lovemaking.

Looking deep into my eyes, she told me "You really pushed some buttons
there, fella."

I smiled, and answered "Well, it seemed like a good idea, at the time. I
was getting close, and I didn't want to leave you behind, so I just did
something that I figured would help you catch up."

"Oh, I caught up, all right! That was the best orgasm I've had in, oh,
FOREVER."

"Glad I was able to help you get that itch taken care of, then.", I
teased.

She laughed a bit, and said "It's taken care of, all right. For about
the next month, I think!"

I put a mock frown on my face, and said "Yeah, that's the problem with
being so good at what you do - repeat business goes to hell!", in an
aggrieved tone.

She laughed at the teasing, and answered "No need to fish for
compliments. You did good, and you damn well know it, if those are my
teeth marks I see on your neck. You're probably going to have a bruise
there tomorrow morning."

"A price I willingly pay, if that's what it takes to make you happy.", I
teased back, before lowering myself to rest against, but not on, her
again. She put her arms around me, and as she gave me a number of soft
kisses where she'd bitten me, we both savored the sensation of my penis
still inside her until it finally shrank enough to pull free of her.
When that happened, she gently nudged me up again, telling me "If you'll
get off of me, I can keep from staining your carpet" as she pressed a
hand against her opening, holding our combined juices inside.

I eased my way off of her, and stood up before reaching down to offer
her a hand up, saying "I'm not worried about it, but if it would make
you feel better, then that's what we'll do. Want to join me in a quick
shower?"

When she was standing again, hand cupping her crotch, she smiled at me,
and said "Yeah, it would make me feel better. Uh, how about you give me
a couple minutes, and join ME in the shower?"

I agreed, and told her that when she was ready, I'd be there with balls
- er, bells - on. She laughed at the joke, and said to bring along
something to drink - she felt 'like I've lost a couple quarts of
something'.

I agreed, and as she headed off toward the bathroom, delayed her long
enough to give her a kiss and a small pat on the butt before heading
into the kitchen to get us some drinks - LARGE bottles of water would be
needed, I figured. Sure enough, a couple minutes later, I heard her call
my name, and I headed into the bathroom where we shared a quick, but
fun, shower, where she was able to take a closer look at the damage
she'd done to my neck - and then apologize for it, telling me that the
teeth marks were plain as day, and that it was already starting to
bruise. I had to reassure her several more times before she finally quit
saying she was sorry.

When we'd dried off, we made our way back to the living room, and
snuggled on the couch until Lucy started to fall asleep. She quickly
woke herself up, and told me "I'd better get home, so I'll be there when
the girls wake up."

I reluctantly agreed, and watched as she got up, then put her blouse and
shorts on, minus her bra and panties. When she was done, I stood up,
too, and gave her a kiss and a hug - both of which she returned
enthusiastically - before walking her to the door. After she'd left, I
found my way to the bedroom, and fell asleep.

Late the next afternoon, Sunday, she stopped by to let me know what had
happened after she left my apartment:

"I didn't any more than get the front door open, than I could hear the
two of them in the bedroom - I mean, it sounded like they were having as
good a time as I just did, only with each other! But I was careful not
to make any noise, or anything, because I didn't want to disturb them;
besides, how was I going to tell them I'd just had the orgasm of my life
if they asked where I'd been? Anyway, I went ahead and went to bed;
those two little devils kept at it for a while longer, until they both
got worn out from the fun they were having. Geez, I envy the energy they
have!"

The next morning, I started to wake them up like I usually do - but when
I got the door to Robyn's room open, the smell of their activities was
thick enough to cut with a knife. I also found them both naked, and
tangled up together on the bed: Robyn's head was laying on the inside of
Sandra's thigh, and Sandra was curled around so that her hand was
holding Robyn's breast. It was all I could do not to go in there and
crawl between them. Anyway, so I didn't let them know that I knew what
was going on, I closed the door, then knocked on it so they'd think I
hadn't seen them. Sandra was the one to answer, and told me they'd be
out in a minute - you never heard such commotion in your life while the
two of them rushed around trying to clean up the evidence of what they'd
been doing! I heard it as both of them cleaned up a little in the
bathroom before they came out to join me for breakfast. We sat there and
chatted a little as we ate, until I finally asked them which one had the
nightmare last night. Both of them looked puzzled, and I told them that
I'd woken up to hear moaning, and figured that one of them had a bad
dream - and, boy, did they blush! I pretended not to notice it, of
course, but it was still fun watching them. I don't care if they keep
going, or not - I just want them to be a little more discreet, and
quiet, about what they do."

I laughed at her description, and at what she'd said and done to make
her point. I also had to tell her yet again that the now-obvious bruise
and tooth marks on my neck weren't anything to worry about, after she
saw the green-and-purple blotch on me.

Monday morning, I emailed the corrections and updates I'd made to the
code for my client, and got confirmation from them that they'd received
it intact. That out of the way, I was sitting in the living room,
enjoying a leisurely cup of coffee when the doorbell rang, and when I
went to see who it was, my suspicions were confirmed when I saw Sandra
and Robyn standing there - though dressed in halter tops and shorts, for
a change. I invited them in, and we were chatting in the living room
when the phone rang. I answered it, and was surprised to discover that
it was Lucy.

I listened as she explained to me that one of her companies customers
was suddenly having trouble with one of THEIR customers, and wanted
'someone' to