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Subject: {ASSM} RP: Next Door Neighbor - updated/revised - Parts 3 and 4
Date: Mon, 27 Nov 2000 05:10:04 -0500
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Part 3

   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 lovemaking 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, 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 cousin 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 summerweight 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 muchneeded 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.  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 pushed Lucy and Robyn 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 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 Tshirt 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.

   Part 4 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 cousin 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 scary thing about
those clods in Washington is: if they all fell over dead tomorrow, we could
probably have another bunch just like them elected within a month." *****
***** ***** ***** ***** ***** *****

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