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 Nina

   Chapter 6

   Thursday came.  I took a half-day off, spent it with Nina fussing over a
simple white dress she'd bought to get married in.

   The "simple" wedding kind of mushroomed once word got out, and at five
PM on a Thursday in late spring, Nina and me, her grandmother, Jannie, her
husband, most of the office crew, and a good dozen of Nina's contemporaries
were seated in a meeting room at the First Baptist Church to watch us
exchange vows.

   It wasn't your classic wedding.  Let's see ...  my buddies from work
tended towards safety-toe shoes, khakis or jeans, and long-sleeved shirts.
Among Nina's party I saw a selection of carefully shredded jeans, logo'ed
shirts, including one or two that had the Baptist minister shaking his
head, a few pair of high-end sneakers, and one dress besides Nina's
grandmother, Helen.

   I wore my "Dan Gleason, respectable engineer" suit.  Nina, as I said,
was wearing a perfect white dress, simple lines, ending just above her
knee, a string of pearls that set like a pedestal to highlight that soft
rounded face, and hair that was shiny perfection.  As I stood beside her in
front of the minister, you could've paraded the entire female population of
the planet in front of me naked and I would not have taken my eyes off this
one (in my mind) perfect female.

   In keeping with the rush and the informality, our reception was one door
down in the church recreation building, and my credit card took a hit for a
caterer to throw together finger foods, pizza and soft drinks.  Soft
drinks? Yep.  Baptist church in the South.  To the guys from work, I
promised a barbecue with appropriate beverages at some indeterminate future
date.

   And we took off on our honeymoon.  Airline flight.  Cruise up the Inside
Passage to Alaska.  Yes, there were some marathons in the cabin.  But I
married a fledgling engineer, and there was more than one tour of the
cruise ship's engineering spaces, too.

   And a week later we were home.  OUR home.

   But there's another thing.  Remember that "small town" thing about news
traveling fast?  Well, the same network that spread the news throughout the
town also had a tendril that reached the ex-wife.  Nina and I were in a
hotel room, waiting for our cruise to depart the next day.

   I wasn't exactly on friendly terms with the ex.  She'd left me for an
old high school boyfriend, and the departure was NOT on the best of terms.
However, we did have a daughter in common, one little Miss Sandra, commonly
referred to as "Sandy", now ten, so we did stay in contact, and that's why
her name was attached to phone number on my cellphone.

   Which is why I made a face when my phone rang and I saw who it was.  My
face must have given me away.  Nina looked at me.

   "Ex," I said.

   Nina wasn't threatened.  No, Nina was smug.  "Tell 'er I said "hi"."

   I smiled at Nina and took a deep breath.  "Hello, Jennifer," I said.

   The voice at the other end was familiar.  Unfortunately, so was the very
perceptible edge of nastiness.  "Hello, Dan.  I just heard some interesting
news."

   Nina's ear was against mine so we could both hear the conversation.  Her
hand touched my thigh.  I looked.  She smiled.

   "And what news would that be, Jen?"

   "It seems as though you've acquired a wife, Dan." I pictured her face
twisted in a sneer I was all too familiar with from the divorce.  Her face
was actually quite pleasant without the sneer, but for some reason now, the
sneer was the default picture in my head.

   "Oh, good," I said.  "I was afraid it was another one of those gossipy
rumors you've been repeating back to me.  So what did you hear, and I will
tell you if it's true or not." I felt Nina's thigh against mine.  That's
all I needed for support.

   Jennifer started in.  I could picture the nasty smirk.  "My sources say
that YOU married some TEENY-BOPPER who's young enough to be your DAUGHTER,
and that she just graduated from high school last month."

   "Right.  WRONG.  Right."

   "What'd'ya mean, Dan?" There was an edge of venom.

   "Well, Jennifer," I said calmly, "We, that's Nina and I, did indeed get
married a week or so ago.  She is indeed eighteen, but she's far from a
teeny-bopper.  She had a 4.0 average, National Honor Society, and third in
her graduating class." I breathed then continued before Jen could crank
back up.  "And I already HAVE a daughter.  I married a kindred soul.  By
the way, how's YOUR hubby doing?"

   That was a little sprinkling of salt into a wound.  Jen's new husband
was a notorious grand talker, perpetually just one step behind that One Big
Deal of a Lifetime.  I don't think they were doing particularly well
financially, and I suspected that the monthly child support checks I sent
were a significant portion of their income at times.

   "Jerry's doing just fine, thank you very much.  He's got a big used car
lot now, and he's angling towards getting a GM dealership."

   "That's gooood," I said.  I could do sarcasm, too, you know.  Nina
slapped me on the thigh.

   "Be nice," Nina mouthed silently.

   I continued, "So how's Sandy doing?  She hasn't called.  School's out."

   Jen sighed.  "Sandy's doing fine.  Straight A's.  Just like you.  Right
now she's upstairs listening to music.  YOUR music.  Bugging me about PIANO
lessons.  Wanna talk to her?"

   "You know I do.  In a second.  So what else do you want to talk about?
Wanna talk to my new wife?" I looked at Nina.  I was smiling, because Nina
was smirking.  "Because she's gonna be Sandy's step-mom.  Well, more like a
big sister."

   I knew pretty much who Jennifer's "source" for news was.  The source was
a long-time friend of Jen's (and mine, actually) who was a high-school
teacher.  I surmised that the source knew exactly what was what with Nina.
Further, I actually trusted that person to tell Jennifer the truth even if
it didn't particularly please Jen to hear it.  And the truth was that my
Nina was bright and intelligent and moral and I was sure those findings had
been given to Jennifer.

   Jen snorted.  "Yeah.  Let me talk to your sweetie." Sarcasm dripped.

   "Be nice.  Really.  I KNOW you can do it," I said.

   "I AM nice," Jen said.  "Lemme talk to her."

   I handed the phone to Nina, who jumped in with both feet.  "Hi, Mizz
Jennifer," Nina chirped, her voice dripping with youthful exuberance.  I
was listening, ear to Nina's.

   "You don't have to call me "Mizz," Jen said.  "You married my ex."

   "Yes ma'am," Nina grinned, "But my grandma taught me to be respectful to
my elders."

   I almost choked trying to stifle my laugh.  My eyes watered.

   "Babe," Jennifer battled back, "You married my ex.  You don't call him
"Mister" do you?"

   "I did, until, you know..." Nina countered with a decidedly girlish
giggle.

   There was a palpable pause.  "Good one," Jennifer said.  "Good one. 
Okay." She paused.  I heard the sigh.  "Let's retract our claws, dear.  Is
Sandy staying with you guys for a few weeks this summer going to be a
problem?"

   Nina looked at me.  I mouthed "okay".  We'd already had this talk
between ourselves.

   "Oh, certainly not.  Dan's told me about her, and I want to meet her
anyway."

   "But you and Dan being newlyweds..."

   Nina's mouth straightened.  Her "serious" look.  "Uh, Mizz ...  Sorry.
Jennifer, I am a person with a sense of propriety and decorum and morals.
Dan knows this.  Everybody around me knows this.  With Sandy here, I will
be her big sister or her step-mom, even, but she is Dan's child, and I
would never do anything to hurt a child, especially Dan's." She paused. 
"And yours." Another pause.  "And now, mine..."

   "Did HE tell you to say that?" Jen asked.

   "Nope.  He pretty much knows how I am, and if I wasn't like this, I
don't think he would have married me." Nina smiled at me as I stroked her
shiny hair.

   Jennifer admitted, "I actually heard nothing but good about you, you
know, except that you married Dan..."

   "Hold on there, cowgirl," Nina jumped in.  "I MARRIED Dan.  Like in
"forever" and all that.  He's not a weekend or a summer or whatever.  I
will be with him until the day I die.  Or he does."

   I knew that the "forever" comment had driven a stake through the heart
of my ex, and honestly, I don't think that Nina did it on purpose.

   "I'm sorry.  You're right, uh ...  Nina?" Jennifer was reeling, losing
the battle badly.  "He was single.  It's his choice.  And yours.  And
honestly, I heard nothing but good about you.  Can we be, you know, sort of
friends?"

   Nina took that hit.  "Uh ...  yeah," and then threw her own.  "Yeah, we
have something in common." Pause "A little girl named Sandy.  'Friends'
would be best for Sandy, I think."

   "Yeah," Jennifer said.  "And be good to her dad, okay?"

   "Absolutely," Nina answered.

   "Can I talk to him for a second?" Jennifer asked.

   Nina looked at me and then said, "Dan, Jennifer wants to talk to you,"
acting like I hadn't heard every word that had been spoken between them.

   "Okay, Jen," I said.  "I heard you get a little idea of how Nina is."

   "Yeah I did.  Dan, she's something.  At least that's what I heard."

   "She had to be something, Jen," I said.  "She cracked quite a shell to
get to me." I paused.  "So when are we getting Sandy?"

   Jen said, "How about a couple or three weekends from now?  We can meet
you halfway."

   "Last weekend in June sounds fine.  How long can we have her?"

   "Three or four weeks?" Jen stated.

   "Four, I'm thinking.  We'll see how Sandy and Nina hit it off.  I'm
thinking it'll be fine."

   "Okay, Dan," she said.  "Anything else?"

   "Nope," I said.  "Can I talk to Sandy now?"

   "Sure," Jen said.

   I heard her call Sandy's name, then footsteps, then "Hi, Daddy!"

   "Hi, baby," I said.  "I heard you did all A's in school."

   "Yessir," she said.  "It's not that hard." She paused.  "Mom said you
got married."

   "Yes, baby," I said.  "I did."

   "Mom said she was young.  Like high school."

   "She is, baby.  Her name is Nina.  And she graduated this year.  Do you
want to say hi to her?"

   "Sure." That was my little girl.  Sometimes I saw things that were
purely her mother's and sometimes I saw myself at that age.  Her matter of
fact tone?  That was me.

   I handed the phone to Nina.

   "Hi, Sandy," Nina said.

   "Hi," Sandy said.  "Uh, what am I s'posed to call you?  Like "Mom" or
"Miss Nina" or what?"

   "Call me just plain "Nina", Sandy.  You have a mom already."

   "Okay then, Nina.  Do you work?"

   "I don't have a job right now, Sandy.  I start college in the fall. 
Why?"

   Sandy was thinking.  I could tell.  "'Cuz dad'll have like a week of
vacation and we can ALL do stuff, and then when he goes back to work, I can
hang out with you.  Can I?" Sandy paused.  "That's if you don't have, like
HORNS on your head or something..."

   Nina's laughter tinkled.  "I don't have horns, sweetie.  And I'd love to
hang out with you."

   "'Kay," Sandy said.  "It's nice meeting you.  Can I talk to my dad now?"

   "Sure, babe!  We're gonna have a good time." Nina handed me the phone.

   "She doesn't have horns, Sandy.  Her species has the scales and forked
tail."

   "Da-aad!  You were LISTENING!" She sounded exasperated as only a
precocious ten-year old ("ALMOST eleven!") could sound.

   "I was listening to the two women I love most in life.  And yes, we will
have at least a week of vacation time for all of us together, okay.  Maybe
two.  And I've rented a beach house."

   The squeal almost burst my eardrum.  "The BEACH!?!?!?  I LOVE the
BEACH!"

   "I know that, princess.  That's why I rented it."

   "Okay, Dad!  I love you!" she squealed.  "Did you get us a sailboat,
too?"

   "I love you too, baby," I said.  "Yes, I got us a sailboat."

   "Oh, good!  I love sailboats.  I can't WAIT!"

   "Us neither, Sandy."

   "Okay, Dad.  Tell Nina bye," she said, then "Wait!  Mom wants to say
something."

   Jennifer's voice.  "Sounds like she's taking this better than..."

   "Better than what?" I asked.

   "Nothing," Jennifer said.  "Nothing.  I hope you and Nina are happy, and
I'm happy that it sounds like Sandy is okay with it."

   "Thank you," I said.  "Nina?"

   Nina smirked.

   "Nina says, "Nice to meet you," and all that," I said.  "Bye..."

   "Bye, Dan." Click.

   As I sat the phone down, Nina slid into my lap and put her arms around
my neck.  And smiled.  "Well!" she said, "That went better than expected."

   I said, "I'm a little surprised myself.  She had her claws out when she
called." I kissed Nina's nose.  "But YOU..." I laughed.  "When you said
"respectful to my elders"?  I thought I was going to die..."

   Nina giggled.  "Don't nobody mess with MY man, Dan.  Nobody.  Just
because she's your ex doesn't mean I will put up with any crap." She
paused. "Well, when it comes to Sandy..."

   "Sandy's not going to be a problem?"

   "I don't think so, Dan.  Not from what you've told me, and how she
sounds on the phone."

   "Good, babe.  She IS my daughter."

   "I know, honey," Nina said.  "And I know you want to do your best with
her.  And so do I.  So we will." Then Nina wiggled.  Her lip came out in a
pout.  "What kind of luck is it that I start my honeymoon while I'm having
a period?"

   "No luck at all..."

   She laughed.  "I know ...  established principles and parameters at
work..."

   I kissed her long and hard, her form melting into my arms.  She was
completely nude except for panties.  I didn't let them deter my hands for
feeling her butt.  Her teeth nibbled at my ear.

   "I wish you were inside me, Dan," she whispered.

   "Babe, I can be..."

   "No," she said.  "I know you told me that some women do that, but not
me. Not on my period.  Her eyes locked into my own.  "A couple more days.
We'll be in the cabin, and, mmmmmm, okay?"

   "Okay," I said.

   She raised up and resettled astraddle my lap.  I lived and died in the
beauty of her face, eyes twinkling, that smile, her arms encircling my
neck, her small, firm breasts pressing against my hairy chest.  Another
wiggle and I was hard.  Very hard.  Obviously hard to a young girl wiggling
her butt in my lap.

   This was considered to be a very good thing and her hands were planted
against my chest, pushing me backward.  She was grinning, her pink tongue's
tip protruding between her teeth as she slid down.  "You don't think I'm
gonna, like, let you build up all that pressure, do you?"

   "I could, you know..." I was being truthful.  I could.  I wouldn't want
to, but I could.  And I'd have to paddle that cute butt for parading around
almost naked in front of me every time we got in a private venue.

   "Well, maybe I'll let you charge up the night before this stupid period
is over," she said.  She stripped my briefs off and her head bobbed down
and I was in heaven as her mouth took me in.

   "Oh, godddd, babe," I moaned.  "I feel like I'm taking advantage of
you..."

   "Nuh-uh..." she was looking up into my eyes, smiling.  "You're not
forcing me.  I LIKE doing this." Her grin made that quite believable, as
did the enthusiasm with which teeth and tongue and lips worked on me,
showing me with feelings from my dick and my balls and the insides of my
thighs.  I don't know if it was just intuitive to her, or she was paying
careful attention to the involuntary spasms of pleasure, or what, but she
had me racing to orgasm in a matter of minutes.  As her fingers expertly
squeezed and tugged at my balls, my dick spewed jet after jet of semen into
her sucking mouth.

   She was smiling when she crawled back up and kissed me.  "I love you,
Dan," she said.  "You know, I was almost worried about the first time I was
going to talk to your ex.  But I know that you're mine, and together we're
up to anything."

   "I knew we had to do that sooner or later, babe.  She can be quite the
bitch at times.  I'm just glad she wasn't today.  I hate to think of anyone
making you unhappy."

   "We're gonna win, babe." She kissed me.  "We have each other.  You know,
I'm actually looking forward to having Sandy over this summer."

   "She's a good kid, babe.  Smart.  Like you.  I'm thinking that the two
of you will hit it off well.  But me and you, we need to exercise some
restraint and decorum, you know."

   "Oh, I know that, babe.  No running around naked, no groping."

   "Yeah, kissing and hugging is okay, though."

   "Like this?" she giggled, wrapping me in long, slender legs, her hands
grabbing my softened dick and balls.

   "Maybe not quite THAT enthusiastic."

   Giggle.  "I'll be good, babe.  That's what doors are for."

   Honeymoon?  In a word, beautiful.  Nina's idea as much as mine for the
destination, and we had a blast.  Interacting with other passengers, we
were "that funny couple, older guy, young girl, that you can't pry apart".
We went ashore and marveled at the touristy things, devoured the
spectacular scenery, shot endless amounts of video of orcas, and as
previously mentioned, we wasted no time in locating the ship's engineer for
a "show us how this thing works" tour.  And after he found out that I was
an engineer myself, we REALLY got the tour.

   Seeing Nina every day, the sky was a deeper blue, the scents of the
breeze were more fragrant, food tasted better ...  Can you tell I was in
love?

   And a day into the trip, the period was over and after dinner and a
little time on deck marveling at the scenery, a soft hand grasped mine and
tugged.  When I turned to look at that face, the eyes were twinkling and
the smile was sublime and the reason was obvious.

   I don't think that the cabin door was locked before her clothing was
fluttering to the floor and she was helping me to undress and I was
victimized by a wanton teen girl.  Oh, the horror ...  two hours later I
was drained, having come twice.  Nina?  Poor babe had to settle for...

   "How many times did you come this evening, babe," I asked.

   A sigh, an arm tossed across my chest, a purr...  "Gee, honey, five,
six..." giggle.  "Does your tongue still work?"

   That night we didn't go to sleep.  Instead, we slipped into a shared
sexually dissipated coma.  Loving Nina was an exercise in a dimension of
sexuality that my imagination never generated in even my most fevered,
hormone-addled mind.  "Insatiable" is not the word for how things were
between us.  To me, it sounds crude and uncontrollable.  We were mutually
aroused and mutually satisfied with each other.  At the end of the evening
all we had left of each other was soothing caresses as we fell into sleep.

   I woke first the following morning, propped up on one elbow, drinking in
the disheveled beauty next to me, her dark brown hair splayed on her
pillow, the roundness of her shoulder blending into her smooth, firm back,
the sheets up to her waist.  My small movement, even though it didn't wake
up my young beauty, did wake up my bladder.  I got out of bed as quietly as
I could and went to the bathroom to relieve myself.  Concentrating on my
task, I didn't hear Nina arise, so her presence at the door was a bit of a
shock, but she smiled, kissed me quickly and pushed past me to unload her
own pressure.

   Awake, we showered.  For some reason our bodies smelled of sex.  Once
cleaned up enough to be presentable, we dressed and went to breakfast and
the day's activities, strolling around the deck hand in hand, greeting and
chatting with people we recognized.

   All too soon, the cruise was over and we worked our way back home. 
Tired out, we spent a two-hour layover nestled together in adjacent airport
chairs, her head on my chest, my arm around her shoulder.  In between
snoozes we had a running discussion of the "wildlife".

   The last flight was short and half-empty.  The flight attendant, seeing
us sitting side by side informed us that we could spread out and sit in
less crowded comfort.

   "Oh, no, thank you," Nina said.  "Last day of our honeymoon.  We kinda
belong like this." And I smiled.

   The attendant bent over and whispered, "The last two rows are empty."
And she smiled.  Nina looked at me and grinned.

   "Thank you," Nina said.  We got up and moved to the last row and were
ignored for the forty minute flight.  I guess a more adventurous couple
might have tried the "Mile-High Club" but neither Nina nor I was THAT
adventurous.  The idea, however, was subject of much giggling and laughing
and ultimately a bunch of tickling and power hugging.  And a squeeze or
two...

   And home.  Of course, having been gone a week, the cat was guarding the
door when we walked in.  Nina stopped to begin the slow process of catching
him up on a week's missed skritches and I unloaded the bags and started
stowing what needed stowing.  I was stopped in mid-stow by a pair of hands
covering my eyes from behind.

   Inseparable?  I mean to tell you.  I bought a second kayak.  We went
kayaking.  Her old bicycle went to a charity and I bought her a new one and
weekends found us on the roads through the woods together.

   "Guess who," she said, giggling.

   "Katerina, Tsarina of All the Russias," I said, "and I am only Igor,
your unworthy servant..."

   Giggle.  "Igor, I tire from my travels.  I require a bahth." In a
horrible fake Russian accent.

   Grunt.  "Oh, Mistress, Igor says bath not good for Mistress.  Shower
much better." I turned around.  "Mistress" was completely naked and
giggling.

   "That's quite possibly the most horrible Russian accent I've ever heard.
Come on, babe.  Let's go shower and then..." Her eyes twinkled and her
smile deepened to "dimple" range.  The laundry could wait.

   "And by the way, lady, your Russian accent is horrible, too."

   She hauled my face to hers.  "How about my French?" Giggle.

   After a long, hot kiss, I opined "Your French is perfect..." We washed
each other lovingly and retired to the bedroom.  Clothes?  Nope.

   Nina tossed the covers off the bed in a grand move and fell backward
onto it, her arms and legs spread.  "Do you KNOW how much I need you,
babe?"

   I took her invitation and crawled into her arms.  Youthful, perfect,
willing.  No, forget "willing".  Make that "excited".  Our mouths met and
welded.  Then our bodies followed.  Mated.  Frantically.  Half an hour
later we were lying back, her head on my chest, my lips brushing the
shining beauty of her hair.  A planted kiss caused me to turn her face to
mine.  There was that smile, full of life and promise, those eyes, blue
wells that in mere weeks had pulled in my soul.

   "I love you, Nina," I said.

   "You'd better, Dan.  Because these are the only man's arms I will ever
be in..."

   "I can promise you, little one," I said.  "From the first time I saw
you, your face has been in my head."

   "You silver-tongued devil," she purred.  She rolled over on top of me
and kissed me, her hair hanging to frame her face and tickle my cheeks.

   I stroked her head and brushed the hair away from her face and kissed
her back.

   "You're kinda the same way with me, babe," she said.  "Just so you
know."

   "I know, babe.  We're pretty much an "US" now, aren't we?"

   "Yep," she grinned.  "And "us" Is hungry, aren't we?" She smiled
demurely.  "Let's order a pizza!"

   "Works for me," I said.  I watched her shapely ass bounce out the door
and into the office to fire up the desktop computer.  I molested her while
the computer booted.

   "Stop that," she giggled.  "You're gonna make me stain the chair." She
was right.  Her bare ass was on my computer chair and my Nina was very
juicy when aroused.  I got up and came back with a towel.  She raised up
and I covered the chair.  "Now you can molest me with impunity," she
giggled.  I was nibbling on her neck, a move that disintegrated any
self-control she might have had, when the computer finished booting.

   "Order pizza!" I said.

   "Uh ...  you beast!  Here I was thinking you were totally absorbed in my
beauty, and you were watching the darned computer?"

   "Got to have priorities, babe," I chuckled.

   "Beast," repeated, giggling, turning to the screen.  A few clicks and
keystrokes and she stood up.  "You can lick me senseless now, babe.  The
food's on the way.

   I put my hands on her waist and she hopped up, wrapping those long legs
around me.  She was correct.  Fifteen minutes later she was bucking against
my tongue.

   "Good boy" she said, kissing my juice-covered face.  I donned a
terrycloth robe to wait for the pizza's arrival.

   She slipped on an identical one, followed me into the living room and
knelt between my legs when I sat on the sofa.  She was grinning as her
tongue and lips teased and played.  "You know," she said, "that the pizza's
gonna come before YOU do..." She moved up to straddle my now-hard dick and
in one move sheathed it deep inside wonderful hot wetness.  A smile
enlarged on her face.  "You know how much I love you inside me."

   "Ohgodyes," I said.

   She didn't move a muscle and neither did I, except our mouths.  That's
where we were when we heard a car pull into the drive.

   She didn't have a hard-on to care for, so she made sure her robe was
closed and answered the door.  Opening it, she saw the delivery boy.  "Oh,
uh ...  Hi, Brandon!" 'Brandon' was wearing the uniform shirt of the pizza
company.  I could only imagine Brandon to be one of Nina's classmates.

   "Uh, hi, Nina.  I heard you got married.  Is this where you live now?"
he asked.

   "Yes, it is." She half-turned.  "Babe, come meet Brandon.  We went to
school together."

   I got up and walked to the door.  "Hi, Brandon.  I'm Dan Gleason." He
balanced the pizza bag on one arm and shook my hand.

   "Pleased to meetcha," he said.

   Nina took the pizza from him and I signed the ticket, adding a healthy
tip.

   "Thanks, Mister Dan," he said.  And he turned and left.

   I locked the door and went to the kitchen where Nina was putting hot
cheesy slices on plates for us.  I fixed a couple of cokes over ice.  We
sat at the table to eat.

   "One of the guys from school," she said.  "Just a plain ol' middle of
the class guy.  Now he's delivering pizza."

   "Give 'im credit for doing SOMETHING," I said.  "Even though running my
own car up and down the road for tips might not be the smartest choice."

   "What about me, Dan?  Should I try and get a job?" She looked at me as
she sucked on her straw.

   "Let's think about that, sweetie.  First, you told Sandy that you
weren't working and you'd be able to spend time with her when she came. 
That's gonna be your month of July."

   "You're right.  I remember that."

   "And as far as spending money ...  You have your own car and you've got
a credit card and I trust you to spend our money wisely.  So it's not the
money."

   "Uh-huh," she said.

   "And what kind of job are you going to go after?  Second assistant fry
cook at Mickey D's?  Other than people skills, what's that going to do for
you?"

   "You're right.  I'm a fledgling engineer." Her brow wrinkled for a
second.  That was her "I'm thinking" face.  "Uh ...  library."

   "Library?"

   "Yeah, I can go help out with the summer reading program at the library.
I did that last summer." She smiled.  "Grandma put me up to it."

   "That'll get you out of the house a little.  Volunteer as much as you
want.  And when Sandy's here, maybe she can go with you."

   She smiled.  "That's what I'll do.  I can call tomorrow."

   "Next summer, though, we can see about getting you an internship
somewhere if you want."

   She smiled.  "Maybe your assistant?"

   "I think most of my managers would see through that ploy, angel.  And
how would I keep my professional distance all day?"

   "Just a thought," she said.  "And you're right.  It would be bad for
workplace morale if they found you doin' an intern in a closet." Giggle. 
"Even worse if they found the intern doing YOU."

   We finished our pizza and cleaned up our mess, then settled in for some
quiet music and a game of cards.  Easing towards nine o'clock, we put the
cards up and I followed a bouncy little ass into the bedroom.  We shed the
bathrobes and she pushed me backward onto the bed.  "Uh, I think I owe you
an orgasm, baby doll," she grinned.  "How do you want it?"

   I was erect.  I took her hand and guided her astraddle me.

   "You know how I love this way," she smiled.  Kneeling over me she teased
the head of my dick with the wet lips of her pussy, smearing her juices on
me, mixing them with my own as I leaked in anticipation.  "It'll be..." she
slid down over me until our pubic bones met.  "I'll come..." her hands
supported her as her back arched.

   I bent upward to lick a nipple and her right hand left my chest to pull
my face against her.

   "OH god, Dan.  You drive me wild."

   I had my hands on her hips, riding her pounding pussy as she worked us
together towards ecstasy.  With her nipple in my mouth, all I could
communicate was "Mmmmm".  I pushed upward in response to her active hips,
matching her thrusts with my own.  I felt the head of my dick deep inside
her colliding with her cervix as we mated.

   My mouth left her tit and I saw her biting her bottom lip, her nostrils
flaring.  I knew my Nina was close.  I could feel the tingling in the head
of my dick that presaged my own orgasm.  "Come on, baby doll, let's do it,"
I hissed.

   "Mmmm, yeah ...  ogodohgodohgad ...  Dannnnnn!" and he pussy slammed
hard onto me.  I felt the ripple of her muscles and the first squirt jetted
into her.  "Eeeee, I feel it, Dan!  Do it!"

   I did it, thrusting short strokes into her as she glowed.  She collapsed
into my arms.  I held onto her.

   "Dan, I love you," she sighed.

   "And I love you, Nina.  You're my perfect dream, you know."

   She curled up into my chest.  "I didn't know WHAT to dream until we got
together, Dan."
   And that's the way to go to sleep.