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Subject: {ASSM} STORY: Next Door Neighbor - NEW! - Part 5
Date: Mon, 27 Nov 2000 05:10:05 -0500
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Part Five

	The next few days were spent getting making sure I was well 
ahead of schedule on my work - and getting my strength back from 
everything that had happened the last couple of days. Also, I wanted 
to make sure that Sandra  had plenty of time to decide what she 
wanted to do; though she was a little more restrained than Robyn, I 
had the feeling that she wasn't going to let Robyn talk her into 
anything, either. They did stop by a couple times, but I was busy, 
and they had to content themselves with watching me as I worked my 
way through some tricky code; it didn't take long for it to get 
boring for them with me so focused on what I was doing.
	Lucy  came over a couple of times, and we did a fair share of 
kissing and making out, but it didn't go any farther than that, by 
mutual consent.
	Finally, though, Robyn and Sandra turned up at my door one 
afternoon, again wearing only their almost non-existent swimsuits - 
not surprising, considering the season and their love of the 
apartment complex's pool.
	I'd gotten ahead on my work, and was waiting for some hardware 
engineers to get their thumbs out, so had some free time to spare. I 
hadn't any more than let them in than Robyn unfastened her suit, and 
let it drop to the floor; Sandra quickly followed her example, 
without hesitation. Having not had the pleasure of their company for 
several days, I appreciated the views they gave me all the more - 
Robyn's dark complexion emphasized by her dark hair and the blue-
black shadow at the junction of her thighs, her orange-sized breasts 
with their small, dark areolas and nipples; Sandra with her all-over 
tan (now showing an ever-so-faint fading where she had to wear her 
swimsuit), larger breasts with medium-sized areolas just slightly 
darker than her skin, and her almost-white head and pubic hair. Both 
had smooth, flawless skin, without a blemish to be seen anywhere.
	As I stood there, burning their images into my brain, Robyn 
chimed in with "We know you've been busy, but we're hoping you might 
have some time for us, today." - soon followed by Sandra's nod of 
assent.
	I put a serious-thoughtful look on my face, and pretended to be 
doubtful about it - but couldn't keep from laughing when both of them 
developed worried looks on their faces. When I laughed, Robyn 
realized that I was teasing, and gave me a dirty look; Sandra simply 
looked relieved.
	I gestured toward the living room, and the they each took one 
of my arms, hugging it to them as they guided me to the couch before 
releasing me to turn me around, then sitting down next to me.
	To my surprise, Sandra was the first to speak, telling me "I've 
been thinking about what you said. You know, the other day, when we 
took the shower together?"
	I smiled at her, and said "Oh, yes, I remember!", with 
enthusiasm, making her blush furiously.
	"Well, I finally decided about that - about what you said. 
Robyn talked to me about it - not too much, only when I asked her to 
- and told me what it was like for her, and how nice and gentle and 
kind you were with her. I believe her, too;  even when we were in the 
shower, you were like that with me. I mean, I'm sitting here next to 
you, naked, and while I'm talking to you, you're looking into my 
*eyes*, and you're actually listening to what I'm saying!!"
	Here, Robyn chimed in with "Yeah, he's like that; you'll get 
used to it. The deal is, he figures we're cute and sexy and all that, 
but more than anything else, he _respects_ people - at least, until 
they do something to piss him off, then it's no more Mr. Nice Guy. 
You shoulda been here the night he took my mom and me out to dinner!"
	Sandra and I both looked at her in a way that made it clear we 
wanted her to stay quiet and out of the conversation; she took it 
gracefully enough, and sat back to listen as Sandra continued: "Like 
I said - I've decided. And my decision is that I *do* want to, uh, do 
more with you. I mean, I want you to be my first; I want you to be 
the one I give my virginity to."
	That set me back a bit - I really didn't think that she would 
just come out and say it that way. That, and my mind racing at the 
idea of spending time with the little vixen, left me speechless for 
several seconds. It was only when I noticed the look of apprehension 
on her face that I came back to reality to tell her "Sandra, if 
that's what you want, then that's what will happen. I don't know that 
we have time to actually *do* anything today" - Robyn checked the 
clock, and told us "Probably shouldn't try it..." - "You said you've 
been talking to Robyn about it, so I'm sure she can fill you in on 
the how and what and all that.", I continued. She nodded, and I went 
on "You've still got a week here, and I'm sure the right time and 
place and circumstances will come to us before you have to leave. But 
we're not going to push it, for a couple of reasons. First, and most 
important, is that if we're rushed, you won't be as relaxed about it 
as you should be, and that might make it more difficult or painful 
for you. Second, if we're not careful, there's a chance that Lucy, or 
someone else, might find out about it, and I could get into a lot of 
trouble about it; maybe even go to jail. I don't think either of us 
wants anything like either of these things to happen, so we'll just 
take it easy, and wait for the right chance, okay?"
	She readily agreed, then told me "Um, the last couple of days, 
Robyn and I have been, uh, trying stuff out, sorta."
	I looked at her, then Robyn, who told me "Remember when you 
said I should find someone I really trusted to find out about boys 
and girls? And I told you I thought I might know someone?". I nodded, 
and she went on "Well, Sandra is the one I was thinking of. We've 
been finding out what girls are like, sorta, and we both decided we 
like them. I still like boys - men! - better, though; and Sandra 
wants to find out which she likes, too."
	With that, I told Sandra "That's fine. It's your decision if 
you want Robyn to be there when it's 'that time', or not - you know 
that Robyn and I already do things, and I'll understand either way 
you decide."
	Sandra quickly told me "If we can, I think I'd like to have 
some time with all three of us, so that I can watch some of what you 
and Robyn do, so I know what might happen with me, okay?"
I, then Robyn, assured her that was fine, and she went on to say "Um, 
if it's okay, I'd like to do some stuff tomorrow. What Robyn and I 
have been doing feels really good, but I want to know what it's like 
when YOU do stuff, too. I mean, this all sounds so fun and 
everything, and it makes me *so* excited to think about it. See?", 
and leaning back to open her legs, showing me how her inner lips were 
peeking through her fleece, glistening slightly from her arousal.
	I couldn't help but lick my lips, and then asked her "If you 
want, I think we've got time for me to make you feel good, if you 
want."
	Sandra perked up considerably at that, and looked at Robyn, who 
nodded her head in approval, before saying "Well, if you're going to 
do Sandra, then I get to do you, right?", with a mischievous grin on 
her face. I barely had time to agree before Robyn had her hands on my 
belt, unfastening it.  I stopped her, reluctantly, and said "This 
would probably be easier on all of us if we organized it a little 
bit. Sandra, how about if you turn around a little bit, so that 
you're facing toward me more; I'll get undressed, and get on my knees 
in front of you. Robyn, you can sit on the floor, facing the same 
direction as Sandra. Okay?"
	Both nodded, and I stood up, quickly shedding my pants and 
underwear - Sandra's eyes widened at the sight of my semi-erect penis 
waving in the air, Robyn's eyes just twinkled in anticipation.
	I knelt down on the floor, and leaned forward to kiss Sandra 
gently on the forehead, surprising her a bit. Then I kissed each of 
her eyes, then her cheeks; only then did I touch my lips to hers, 
softly. She seemed to welcome it, and my next kiss was more solid, 
and the one after that harder still. She hesitantly put her arms 
around me, and when we kissed again, I parted my lips a bit; she 
followed my example, letting me touch my tongue to her lips. After a 
few seconds, she opened her mouth more, letting it in to begin a 
slow, gentle duel with her own tongue; I could feel her nipples start 
to harden as the kiss went on.
	As I was kissing Sandra, Robyn was kissing me - but 
considerably further down on my body: kissing and caressing my penis 
and testicles, applying little lip-bites to them, and so on. It 
didn't take long before she had me nearly completely erect, and 
concentrated her attentions on the end of my penis.
	When Sandra and I finally broke our kiss, I pulled back a bit 
to look into her face - and saw a combination of desire, acceptance, 
and nervousness. I smiled at her, and said "It's okay, Sandra. You're 
doing fine. I'm not going to hurt you; all I want to do is to make 
you feel good. If you don't like something, just tell me to stop, and 
I will. Okay?"
	She nodded, and visibly relaxed. At that, I lowered my head 
again, but this time to her breasts, taking first one, then the 
other, into my mouth to suck on them while I fluttered my tongue over 
her nipples. She moaned slightly, and put her hands on my head to 
both hold, and guide, me. As I did each breast, I held the other in 
my hand, savoring it's weight and firmness as I repeatedly ran my 
thumb and fingers over her nipple, bringing her areolas to erectness, 
too, forming small cones that tapered down to her hard nipples. After 
a couple of minutes, I could clearly smell her arousal, and decided 
to move on to my next objective.
	As I moved back, so that I could get my head down between 
Sandra's thighs, Robyn easily moved with me. She'd taken my erection 
in her mouth, and was slowly sliding her lips up and down its length 
as she used her tongue to caress the underside.
	Once in position, I gently guided Sandra's thighs a little 
farther apart, and lowered my head until I was face-to-face, as it 
were, with her womanhood: she had slightly thicker labia than Robyn, 
but they didn't protrude quite as much. Slightly parted, they 
glistened slightly with her arousal, barely visible in her blonde 
thatch. Lowering myself a little farther, I had the pleasure of 
finding out that her pubic hair, though thicker than Robyn's, was 
short, and incredibly soft and silky. Unlike the more common 'vee', 
It started at about her pubic bone, and flowed almost straight down 
between her legs - forming a relatively narrow strip that clouded, 
but didn't hide, her labia. Her scent was delightful: sweet and 
musky, with the freshness that only young girls have - truly, one of 
nature's best aromas.
	She watched me as I finally kissed her, ever so softly and 
gently, on her mons, then her labia, before easing my tongue out to 
trace a furrow between her inner lips, bottom to top, where I found 
her clitoral hood waiting for me. A few passes over it with my 
tongue, and she moaned deeply before spreading her legs even further, 
and putting her hands on her breasts so she could begin squeezing 
them, and pulling on her nipples.
	Her taste was so fresh, so delightful, that I simply couldn't 
resist returning to sample more of it, pressing my tongue farther 
into her so as to draw out as much of it as I could. When I did that, 
she moaned again, and hunched herself slightly, inviting me to do it 
again - which I gladly did, even as Robyn was increasing the suction 
that she applied to my penis, pausing at times to run her tongue 
along the underside of my glans, moving me along toward release.
	To push my own climax back, I focused on trying to do two 
things at once: sliding my tongue up and down and in and out of 
Sandra's vaginal opening, and rubbing her clitoris with my upper lip, 
so as to stimulate and arouse her even more. It seemed to be working, 
judging from the gasps and moans she was emitting more and more 
frequently. At least, the effort to stimulate Sandra was working; 
trying to fight off my own climax wasn't going as well: Robyn could 
hear Sandra's noises, and that only seemed to prod her into more and 
more intense activity on my erection - something that I simply 
*couldn't* ignore or resist.
	More than anything else, I wanted to bring Sandra to orgasm  
before I unloaded into Robyn's eager - and talented - mouth; I 
gradually moved the focus of my attentions from her vaginal opening 
to her clitoris, now fully erect, with a proportional increase in the 
gasping and moaning coming from Sandra. Finally, I had my mouth over 
her clitoris, pulling on it's hood with my lips as I flicked my 
tongue back and forth across it; perhaps only a minute or two later, 
I could feel it as she found her release. Her entire body froze as 
the first of several surprisingly strong spasms passed through her; 
all I could hear was a long, low, guttural moan come out of her with 
each wave,
	Even as I was applying the last few gentle nudges to Sandra's 
clitoris as her orgasm ended, Robyn managed to find a rhythm and 
motion and degree of suction that finally pushed me over the edge - 
as she felt my balls tighten up, she pulled back slightly so that 
only about half my penis was in her mouth, ready to receive the first 
of several long, hard spurts of semen that jetted into her mouth and 
throat, swallowing them as they arrived. As she felt the tightening 
of my balls before each flood of cum, she would suck on me, and rub 
her tongue under the head of my penis, making it even more intense 
for me.
	Finally, though, I simply didn't have any more to give her, and 
she slid her lips off, allowing my rapidly-deflating penis to fall 
free. By the time she did, Sandra had recovered enough to roll over 
on her side, so she could watch what Robyn was doing. Robyn turned to 
look at her, a big grin on her face and a small trickle of my semen 
in the corner of her mouth; Sandra suddenly realized that nobody had 
taken care of HER.
	With only a slight glance in my direction as I moved to sit 
down on the floor, Sandra moved to the floor, as well. Sandra told 
her "I think it's your turn now!", and Robyn smiled at her in 
agreement before turning around to lay on the floor, her head on my 
lap. Sandra quickly moved between Robyn's thighs, fastening her lips 
to Robyn's vaginal opening and reaching up to take Robyn's breasts 
into her hands, massaging them as she began her ministrations to 
Robyn's sex.
	In only a few moments, I could hear Robyn's breathing quicken, 
and not long after that, she began moaning and slowly hunching her 
pelvis into Sandra's face. Watching as Sandra used an apparently 
enthusiastic and skillful tongue to bring Robyn to climax was 
_almost_ enough to get me hard again - and if Robyn hadn't been so 
enthusiastic about making sure I had a good climax, it probably would 
have been enough. Still, the sight of Sandra's pale hair against 
Robyn's dark complexion, and the view of Sandra's mouth soundly 
fastened to Robyn's crotch, was phenomenal. In only a few minutes, 
Sandra had Robyn on the edge of an orgasm - then spent a couple of 
minutes holding her there before finally letting Robyn find her 
release.
	As Robyn came down from her orgasm, Sandra moved up to lay next 
to her, and over the next little while the two of them kissed as I 
caressed both of them.
	Finally, though, Robyn looked up at me, and said "As nice as 
that was, I think we probably need to take a shower before Mom gets 
home, huh?"
	I nodded in agreement and moved to get up; the two of them slid 
down a bit so that I could stand up, then I reached down to help both 
of them to their feet before they moved one to each side of me as we 
held each other on our way to the bathroom.
	After the shower, we dried off, and went back into the living 
room, where the girls put on their swimsuits again, and the three of 
us sat down and chatted. We were still there, me in a chair, Robyn 
and Sandra on the couch, when there was a knock at the door. I went 
to open it, and found Lucy standing there - she'd apparently decided 
to knock off from work a bit early. I invited her in, and she came 
into the living room with us; waiting until I'd sat down, she didn't 
hesitate to plant herself on my lap as Robyn and Sandra watched. When 
she looked at them, she found that both of them were smiling at her, 
perfectly comfortable with the situation.
	We chatted for a few seconds before Lucy spoke up, saying that 
she was thirsty; Robyn asked if anyone else wanted anything, and when 
we all did, heading into the kitchen, reappearing a few moments later 
with cold cans of Coke for all of us.
	I asked Lucy how her day had been, and she told me how her day 
at work had gone. When she was done, Robyn and Sandra took turns 
telling her what they'd done that day - just not *everything* they'd 
done.
	When we'd all finished our drinks, Lucy told the girls that it 
was getting close to supper, and that they should head home to change 
clothes for dinner. When they groaned in mild complaint, she 
laughingly told them that if that was their attitude, then they could 
start supper, as well: hot dogs and macaroni and cheese, which seemed 
to cheer them up a bit.
	After they left, Lucy continued to sit on my lap for a few 
minutes, letting me hold her as she ran her fingertips up and down my 
arm - apparently deep in thought. Eventually, she 'came to', and got 
up, heading for the door, with me not far behind her. She opened the 
door, and when I moved in to give her a kiss, put her hand on my 
chest, saying "Not right now. I've got something I need to get 
straight in my mind, okay?" I nodded, and after a Significant Look, 
she left.
	It was about 8:30 when I heard a knock at the door, and on 
opening it, found Lucy standing there. I quickly invited her in, and 
we headed for the living room, where we sat on opposite ends of the 
couch.
	I just sat there, looking at her as she made a couple of starts 
before finally saying "Okay, I know _something_ happened here this 
afternoon. What was it?"
	"What do you mean? What makes you think something happened?", I 
asked, fearing I knew the answer.
	"What I mean is that I could smell it the second you opened the 
door - the odor of hot-and-ready female. I damn well know it wasn't 
me, so it must have been one of THEM.  I don't know which one it was, 
but it's pretty obvious that both of them must have been in on it."
	When I didn't say anything for several seconds, she went on 
"Look, I'm not pissed. Well, yes, I am, but not enough to make any 
trouble for you. I spent the last couple of hours thinking about 
this, and what you've done for me, and Robyn; and the things that 
we've talked about, and what kind of person you've shown me you are. 
I even thought about the things that *I've* said, and done, just to 
make sure I was being honest and fair."
	"The thing that pisses me off, though, is that something is 
going on with Robyn, or Sandra, and I don't know what it is. You do, 
and I want to know what it is.", she continued.
	I looked at her for a few seconds, and finally said "First, I 
haven't said anything to you about what - if anything - is happening 
with Robyn because I'm trying to respect and honor the trust she 
shows me by talking to me about the things she does - _the same way I 
don't talk to her about what happens between us, or what we talk 
about_."
	She had the decency to blush slightly as I continued "As for 
what happened this afternoon was that Sandra experienced her first 
orgasm from a boy; well, man. She FIRST proposed it a couple days 
ago, but I told her that I wasn't going to do anything to her then, 
and to go away and think about it first, VERY carefully. Apparently, 
she did, because she came back today, ready to give it a try. I gave 
her several chances to change her mind, and even tried to put it off 
again, but she didn't want to. Rather than just jump on her and start 
banging away, I took the easy way out and just used my mouth on her. 
It'll probably come back and bite me on the ass, but that was the 
decision I made."
	Lucy looked at me, only slightly mollified, and asked "So what 
was Robyn doing here, then? What was her part in it?"
	I sighed, and asked "DO you *really* want to know?" - cluing 
her in that the answer might not be to her liking.
	She thought about it for a few moments, and finally said "Yes, 
I do. I don't think I'm going to like it, but I think I have* to - 
she's my _daughter_ dammit!"
	I watched her for a few seconds, and saw the determination on 
her face, before I finally told her "Robyn was here to provide 
support and reassurance for Sandra. The two of them have been 
'experimenting' with each other, and Sandra wanted her there."
	"And?"
	I sighed, and said "And when I was done with Sandra, she pretty 
much repeated what I'd done to her, to Robyn, with pretty much the 
same results."
	Lucy lost all expression on her face as she thought that one 
through. After a bit, she looked at me again, and asked "So you were 
alone with two naked, teenage girls, and didn't hump either one of 
them? Am I supposed to believe that?"
	"No, I didn't hump either one of them. It's true, so whether 
you believe it or not is irrelevant.", I replied.
	She looked at me closely, and finally decided that I was 
telling her the truth. A moment later she asked "And if Sandra, or 
Robyn, wants more? What then?"
	"I'll decide when the time comes. Remember, I'm *not* trying to 
hustle either of them into bed - Robyn is your daughter, and I *like* 
you, a lot. I know they're both young girls - maturing quickly, I 
think, but still young, and I don't need that kind of legal trouble, 
either. Like I said, I'm not the one pushing for anything to happen; 
_they_ are."
	She caught what I'd said, and quickly responded "You said 
'they'. I take it that means that Robyn has been after you, too?"
	"Yes. She's made it more than clear that she wants me to have 
sex, or make love, with her." Okay, I was splitting hairs by leaving 
out the fact that we already HAD made love. I didn't want to hit Lucy 
with all of this all at once.
	Lucy sighed, and said "So what happens now?"
	"I can see only 3 possible outcomes. First, I try to keep 
putting them off. I think you know as well as I do how well that will 
work. Second, I verbally chase them away. If I do that, I figure one 
of two things will happen: either they'll get mad and tell someone 
what did happen, and perhaps even accuse me of more; or they'll 
decide that they're going to get what they want, and find someone 
else to go to."
	"You said 3 possibilities, and you've only mentioned two. 
What's the third?"
	I looked surprised, and said "I thought that was obvious: let 
it continue the way it has - I keep giving them chances to back out 
and go somewhere else, while trying to slow things down as much as I 
can."
	"There's a fourth choice, you know.", she told me.
	"What's that?", I asked.
	"*I* go to the law and make the complaint."
	"You told me earlier that you weren't pissed enough to make any 
trouble for me, so I didn't include that one.", I replied. "If you're 
that pissed after all, then yes, it's another choice."
	She made a face at me, and said "I think you're right about 
trying to put it off - it'll only make them that more determined, 
until they get tired of waiting, then they'll likely get mad and do 
something they'll regret later. Trying to push them away will only 
land you in jail faster."
	She thought some more, and finally said "I know, I think, what 
kind of guy you are. I know that you're not the one instigating this, 
and I know that you're not pushing it - hell, I damn near had to 
throw myself at you before you'd do ME, so I *know* you're not going 
to risk jail for a couple of teenyboppers. I know you're kind, and 
gentle and patient, so I guess the only thing to do is to trust that 
you'll be even more considerate of them, and let it happen. It gripes 
the hell out of me, but I like you, too, and don't want to see 
anything happen to you. Dammit, I just wish to hell I'd seen what was 
happening!"
	I didn't think she was in any mood to be held, so I just took 
her hand in mine and asked "When you were that age, did you have any 
secrets from YOUR folks?"
	"Damn right I did!"
	"They ever find out?"
	Seeing where I was going, she reluctantly admitted "No, they 
never did, really."
	I let her sit there, getting used to the idea, until she looked 
at me again, and asked "You know what's going to be the bitch about 
this, don't you?"
	"What?"
	"Wondering what you're going to do, and wondering if I'll know 
when it happens. I damn well know that YOU'LL never tell me!", she 
said, grumpily.
	I smiled, and told her "From what I've seen of Sandra, I 
suspect that she'll tell you - not in words, but from her behavior. 
If it happens with Robyn," - "When it happens, I think!", Lucy 
declared - "I don't know. She might tell you in words, you might be 
able to guess from the way she acts, or you might make yourself crazy 
wondering if or when it happens or happened at all."
	She gave me a rueful smile, and said "I think you're probably 
right about Robyn, and me. I know Sandra only enough to realize that 
I *don't* know her - I would never have thought she'd do anything 
like this."
	That settled, she glanced at her watch, and said "Oh, hell. I'd 
better get back to make sure they go to bed on time.", followed a 
moment later with "Well, I guess that explains the moans I heard the 
last couple of nights - I thought maybe Sandra was having a bad 
dream, but now I know better, I guess. At least now I know what's 
going on, so I won't barge in on them to comfort whichever one was 
having a nightmare."
	Then, a few seconds later, she glanced at me, blushed slightly, 
and said "Actually, it kinda makes me hot, knowing what they're doing 
- even if it IS my daughter involved. That Sandra is the cutest thing 
I've ever seen; I wish *I'D* looked like that at her age!" With that 
admission, she blushed again, and quickly found her way to the door, 
and went home.
The next morning, Friday, I finally got a call from my client, 
letting me know that their engineers had finally settled on 
something, and informing me that they would be emailing me the 
changes. Since my contracts were for a fixed price on the software, I 
always made sure to include a penalty clause in it so the client 
would have motivation not to leave me hanging while they got their 
act together in situations like this.
	A few minutes later, my email client beeped, announcing that 
the new specifications had arrived as promised. I looked them over, 
and saw that some of the design parameters had changed - pretty 
normal for this client, I thought, knowing that another clause of the 
contract specified an additional charge when the specs changed. I let 
them know that I'd received the changes, and reminded them of the 
additional charge they'd incurred. Their reply accepted the 
additional charges, and I went to work. Fortunately, I knew enough 
about what they were doing to anticipate the change, and had written 
my code accordingly. It wasn't going to be easy making the necessary 
changes, but it sure wasn't going to be the hassle it could have 
been, either.
	I hadn't any more than gotten myself organized when the 
doorbell rang; when I answered, I found Sandra and Robyn on the 
doorstep. I invited them in, and showed them the email that I'd 
received before explaining to them that I was going to be pretty busy 
for the next couple of days. Both looked disappointed, but with the 
evidence of the email, they accepted the necessity fairly well. 
Still, I made time for them, and we sat in the living room for a few 
minutes, talking, as we had something to drink - coffee for me, Kool 
Aid for them. When they'd finished their drinks, both gave me a kiss 
and hug before heading for the pool so that I could get to work. And 
I did work, over the entire weekend, making the changes needed to get 
my client back on track for their project. Another clause in my 
contract called for a bonus if my software was finished ahead of 
their development schedule, so I was quite willing to work over the 
weekend.
	That's not to say that I didn't have some 'time off' - Lucy 
invited me over for supper on Saturday evening, and the four of us 
enjoyed a nice meal of sub sandwiches and chips while we watched a 
couple of movies on their VCR. For the first one, Lucy let Robyn and 
Sandra sit next to me on the couch while she pretended not to notice 
the occasional bit of touching and groping. For the second movie, she 
insisted on her right to be with me, too, and the two of us lay on 
the couch, me behind her, while covered with a sheet ("to block off 
some of the draft from the air conditioner" was her excuse - one the 
girls saw right through). During the second movie, Lucy and I had a 
tough time following the plot, since we were engaged in some mutual 
molestation which the girls wisely didn't comment on, even though 
they clearly knew what we were doing. In fact, they even did a little 
molesting, themselves. I know Lucy saw some of it because I could 
feel her nipple get even harder in my hand when they did it; and she 
would press herself back against my erection.
	When the second movie ended, Lucy had Robyn and Sandra rewind 
the movies and generally clear up our supper dishes as she and I got 
ourselves 'back together' - her, to fasten her clothing, me, to let 
my erection subside.
	The girls, of course, suspected the reason, and had the 
courtesy to take their time about getting things done; something that 
I, at least, appreciated: despite the end of her groping, my nearness 
to Lucy slowed down the process of letting my penis deflate to 
something less noticeable.
	Finally, though, it was down to a manageable size, and Lucy got 
up, saying "You two can have a bowl of ice cream, then it's time for 
bed." The accepted her pronouncement well, and when they left the 
room, whispered to me "If you don't mind, I'll be over after they go 
to bed.", to which I replied "Mind? Hell, no!", earning me a grin, 
and gentle nudge in the ribs, from her.
	With that, I told the girls 'goodnight', and made my way back 
to my own apartment; a half hour later, there was a soft knock at the 
door, which I knew to be Lucy. I opened the door for her, and after 
she came in, we hugged and kissed before heading into the living 
room.
	Once seated on the couch - her tucking into my side, my arm 
around her - she told me "I saw those two. You know, *touching*. All 
evening. When they were sitting with you - and don't think I didn't 
see you touching back, either, Mister! - and when they were on the 
floor. I hate to admit it, but it made me kinda horny, you know?"
	"Why do you hate to admit it?", I asked.
	She looked up at me, surprised, and said "Huh? What do you 
mean?"
"You just said you hated to admit that it made you kinda horny. Why 
do you hate admitting it?", I replied.
She thought about it a moment, and told me "Well, for starters, it 
was two _girls_. YOUNG girls. And one of them, in case you forgot, is 
my *daughter*."
"So? When we watched *that video* that night, you admitted that girl-
girl sex was kind of a turn-on for you, so that reason won't wash.
They're young? So what? Neither one of them seemed particularly 
nervous about it, other than worrying that you might see them and say 
something; they're friends, they like each other, and neither one 
seemed to be doing anything to force the other. Which makes it 
consensual - as in, BOTH of them were willing participants. Again, by 
your own admission, they're fairly mature; and you *know* that 
they've already been with each other, so that's no excuse, either. 
One of them is your daughter? Again, so what? One of them *wasn't* - 
and as the old saying goes, "It takes two to Tango". Just a couple 
days ago, you told me that you wished you looked like Sandra at her 
age; clearly, you think she's attractive. I'll bet that you'd admit 
that Robyn isn't anything close to ugly, either - and the next step 
past that is to admit that she's pretty, too. So the only thing that 
you could hate about admitting that watching them turned you on was 
the underlying idea that you found them - BOTH of them - sexually 
attractive, in a way; and particularly attractive with _each other_."
That earned me a nervous look, and a slight blush, which prompted me 
to ask "Okay, it's true, then. So what happened to YOU that makes 
this such an issue with you?"
She started, and looked up at me asking "How the hell could you know 
something happened to me?", nervously.
I smiled, and said "Remember, I'm in business for myself: I *have* to 
be able to read and understand people, at least a little, if I have 
any hope or plan of getting their business. I'm a computer programmer 
- which implies a certain fluency in basic logic: what fits, what 
doesn't, and why. Something you said here, something there, how you 
respond to certain situations; it's all parts of a puzzle - all I did 
was put the pieces together the way they seemed to fit, and read the 
answer."
Slightly amazed, she asked "And what other answer did solving the 
puzzle tell you?"
"That whatever happened to you probably happened when you were about 
that age. That whatever it was, it didn't particularly damage you in 
any way, and that whatever it was, you don't feel like you ever 
really finished it."
She got a look of absolute amazement on her face, so I continued by 
telling her "I 'know' the approximate age because of the way you're 
reacting to THEIR ages. It didn't hurt you any because you didn't go 
off the deep end the other day when I told you what they'd been up 
to; nor did you go off on me when they were here that afternoon. I 
don't think you finished what you were involved in because you seem 
willing to let them continue - something you didn't get to do. So, do 
you want to tell me about it?"
She looked down, and said "You're right. About all of it. I was 
actually only 14 - halfway between their ages! My best friend and I 
were both boy-crazy, but neither one of us had the slightest idea of 
what was going on, or what to do about it. After a LOT of late-night 
talk during sleepovers, we finally decided that the best idea was to 
'practice' - kissing, mostly, since that was the first thing that 
interested us. It started off innocent enough, but after a couple of 
weeks, we realized that in most of the 'grown up' movies we saw, the 
boy would put his hand on the girl, on her breast, and that they 
would open their mouths. So that was what we finally did - open our 
mouths. It was only a little at first, and we didn't touch tongues or 
anything - at least, not until we added the touching each other part. 
We did it like they did in the movies: first we'd start kissing, then 
we'd each put a hand on the other's breast. I liked it, it felt good; 
and I'm *positive* that my friend, Patricia, liked it, too. Both of 
us were nervous as hell about it, but we damned well weren't going to 
stop. We were so *gentle* with each other, and it felt so good, that 
it didn't take long before we DID start touching tongues. It was 
accidental, I think, the first time; but when it happened, it felt 
like a jolt of electricity ran through me - right to my nipples and 
between my legs. I think Patty felt the same thing, since we pulled 
back a little bit when it happened, but SHE was the one that leaned 
back in toward me to kiss me again. Make no mistake though - she sure 
as hell didn't have to force me; I was more than willing to have it 
happen again!"
She went on, saying "I think I was the first one to do more than just 
hold my hand on her breast; my own nipples were literally _aching_, 
and couldn't stop myself from using my thumb to see if Patty's were 
as hard as mine felt. They were, and she didn't hesitate to rub my 
nipple, back. From there, it wasn't long before we were French 
kissing like nobody's business, and playing with each other's tits to 
no end. As we did it more and more, I kept getting more and more 
excited, and could feel that between my legs, I was getting wetter 
and wetter, and I just couldn't get enough pressure where my 'button' 
was. Again, I figured Patty might be having the same problem, and as 
I was sliding my hand down her front so that I could touch her 
between her legs, we were interrupted."
"What happened?"
"It was my mom, knocking on the door to see if we wanted a snack or 
anything. Scared the hell out of both of us, and embarrassed us both 
to no end. It took me a minute to get over it, and tell Mom that 
yeah, we would like something to eat and drink. Both of us kind of 
shied away from each other, and put on our housecoats to go down to 
the kitchen where Mom had some pie and milk for us. The whole time we 
were eating, we kept looking at each other, then looking away, like 
we were afraid of each other. By the time we got back to my room, it 
was like we were two strangers; when we went to bed, both of us moved 
to the edge of the bed, so that we weren't touching - usually, we'd 
lay right NEXT to each other, and even hold hands. The next morning, 
instead of getting dressed together, like we normally did, Patty took 
her clothes into the bathroom, and got dressed there. After that, we 
kind of avoided each other for the next few days. Those few days 
turned into weeks, then months", she finished, crying slightly at the 
memory.
I tilted her head up to look at me, and told her "I don't see that 
you did anything wrong. What you and Patty had was a lot like what 
Robyn and Sandra have. The only difference is that they've been able 
to follow through on what they started, and they don't seem ashamed 
or embarrassed by it. What happened to you was bad luck, pure and 
simple. From the sound of it, I'd guess that you and Patty would have 
found out that you liked girls just fine - but that it wouldn't have 
stopped either one of you from enjoying boys, too; at least, if what 
you've done with me is any indication."
She smiled at that, and I went on "I don't think there's anything 
wrong with you for getting turned on by watching Sandra and Robyn 
play. Both of them are more than passably attractive, both because of 
their youth, and their natural good looks. If you wanted to drag one 
or the other of them into bed with you to finish what you started 
with Patty, I wouldn't like it much - but ONLY if you forced them in 
some way. If one or the other WANTED to, then I'd say 'go for it, and 
have fun'. So there's no reason for you to 'hate to admit' that you 
find the sight, or idea, of them together turning you on."
She looked up at me again, and said "You just said 'one or the other 
of them' - you mean even if I wanted to have sex with my own 
daughter, you wouldn't be disgusted?", wonderingly.
"Nope - as long as she was old enough to make the choice for herself, 
of her own free will. If the two parties are both interested, and 
there's no chance of pregnancy or disease, then I'm fine with it - as 
far as I'm concerned, it's just two people making each other happy, 
and feel good, and act of LOVE, to some degree. Beyond that, it's 
none of my business; I've got my hands full being in charge of ME", 
that last part earning me a smile.
She got another thoughtful look on her face for a few seconds, then 
looked up at me, saying "Well, that's enough of that. I didn't come 
over here to have you solve _all_ my problems, just *one*."
"And what would that be?"
As she told me "I have this itch that I was hoping you could 
scratch", she got up off the couch, and started to undress, telling 
me "You see, it's in a spot that I _can't_ _quite_ _reach_ by myself; 
but I know that you have *just* the right 'tool' to take care of 
it.", making a pun of her desire and intentions as she let her 
panties drop to the floor.
I stood up, too, and in my best Southern Drawl, told her "Well, 
Ma'am, I'd be right happy to scratch your itch, if'n that's what you 
want." - "Oh, it is!", she teased. - "But I'm a-feared it might git 
kinda messy, if'n you know what I mean."
"Oh, that's fine - All I care about is this *darn* _itch_", she 
replied as she used her hand to rub the outside of her vagina, and 
her clitoris, as the other teased one of her nipples to erection.
By this time, I'd gotten naked, too, and told her "Well, Ma'am, I'd 
be plum happy to help you out, but it looks like my itch scratchin' 
tool is kinda out of commission at the moment."
She smiled, and as she dropped to her knees, told me "Well, Stranger, 
I think I might be able to help you out with that little problem." 
before taking the end of my semi-erect penis into her mouth and 
softly sucking on it.
As I started to get harder, she was able to begin sliding her lips up 
and down the length of me - and starting a slight swaying motion in 
her breasts that I found both interesting and highly erotic, which 
only served to make her ministrations that much more effective.
When I was fully hard, and glistening with her saliva, she released 
me from her lips, and lay back on the floor, spreading her legs to 
show me how wet and ready she was before saying "I don't need 
anything more, or anything fancy - I just need this damn ITCH taken 
care of!"
I dropped to my knees, then, and moved to position myself between her 
legs before leaning forward to support myself on my hands and arms. 
Once I was in position, she reached down between us and took my 
manhood in her fingers, guiding it to her opening. Without another 
word, I pressed forward, and both of us watched as my entire length 
slid into her in a single, slow, continuous movement, ending only 
when our pubic hair was merged.
That done, we looked into each other's eyes as I withdrew from her 
slowly, savoring the feel of her warm insides as they slid along my 
length. When only the head was still inside her, I paused for a 
moment before pushing myself back into her as she raised her pelvis 
in welcome.
Over the next several minutes, I slowly increased the speed that I 
moved in and out of her; and with her vocal encouragement, increased 
the force of my motions, as well. She raised her knees until they 
were nearly touching her breasts, which tilted her pelvis up, and 
spread her legs even further, giving me maximum freedom to move, and 
maximum penetration into her. She was hot and tight and wet enough 
that it didn't take long before I began to feel a faint stirring in 
my balls - but I knew that as aroused as she was, she still wasn't 
close to having an orgasm. Not wanting to disappoint her, I lowered 
myself onto my elbows, which put my mouth near her ear - and I began 
to talk to her about something I KNEW would get her going:
"Think about it Lucy - even while we're here, making love, Sandra and 
Robyn are probably doing the same thing in their room."
"Just imagine, Lucy - Robyn is laying back on the bed, and Sandra is 
between her legs, licking and sucking on her, and playing with her 
breasts, just like I did to you before."
"Lucy, maybe they're in a '69' now. Just think: Sandra is laying 
there on her back, with Robyn over her, both of them with their heads 
buried between the other's thighs, licking and kissing and getting 
juices all over their faces."
"You can see what they look like, Lucy - both of them young and 
smooth; their firm breasts, their soft mounds, their hard nipples as 
they touch and kiss each other."
Even as we were making love, I gave Lucy a verbal description of what 
might be happening between Robyn and Sandra, and how they looked; and 
with each description, I could feel her responding underneath me, 
becoming more and more excited, and wetter and wetter, so that the 
scent of her arousal filled the room, and the liquid sound of our 
lovemaking became louder and louder. It was as she was getting closer 
and closer to orgasm, and I was describing to her what they must 
smell like as they made love, that I finally felt the start of my 
climax; the first splash of my semen into her womanhood was enough to 
push Lucy into her own powerful orgasm. An orgasm powerful enough 
that she wrapped her legs around me to hold me in place as she bit 
the side of my neck to muffle her screams of release. While spasm 
after spasm passed through her, her vagina tightened down on me even 
more, enough so that I didn't dare try to move in her - but that was 
okay, since the sensation of her internal muscles clasping at me was 
more than enough to make sure that she got every drop of semen that I 
had to give.
Even as my penis began to soften, she was still having fluttering 
aftershocks of release; I continued to hold her there, covering her 
body with my own, until she finally unlocked her ankles and let her 
feet rest on the floor while she held me close, gasping.
Only when she'd caught her breath did she release me enough so that I 
could raise up enough to look down into her face, still flushed from 
our lovemaking.
Looking deep into my eyes, she told me "You really pushed some 
buttons there, fella."
I smiled, and answered "Well, it seemed like a good idea, at the 
time. I was getting close, and I didn't want to leave you behind, so 
I just did something that I figured would help you catch up."
"Oh, I caught up, all right! That was the best orgasm I've had in, 
oh, FOREVER."
"Glad I was able to help you get that itch taken care of, then.", I 
teased.
She laughed a bit, and said "It's taken care of, all right. For about 
the next month, I think!"
I put a mock frown on my face, and said "Yeah, that's the problem 
with being so good at what you do - repeat business goes to hell!", 
in an aggrieved tone.
She laughed at the teasing, and answered "No need to fish for 
compliments. You did good, and you damn well know it, if those are my 
teeth marks I see on your neck. You're probably going to have a 
bruise there tomorrow morning."
"A price I willingly pay, if that's what it takes to make you 
happy.", I teased back, before lowering myself to rest against, but 
not on, her again. She put her arms around me, and as she gave me a 
number of soft kisses where she'd bitten me, we both savored the 
sensation of my penis still inside her until it finally shrank enough 
to pull free of her. When that happened, she gently nudged up again, 
telling me "If you'll get off of me, I can keep from staining your 
carpet" as she pressed a hand against her opening, holding our 
combined juices inside.
I eased my way off of her, and stood up before reaching down to offer 
her a hand up, saying "I'm not worried about it, but if it would make 
you feel better, then that's what we'll do. Want to join me in a 
quick shower?"
When she was standing again, hand cupping her crotch, she smiled at 
me, and said "Yeah, it would make me feel better. Uh, how about you 
give me a couple minutes, and join ME in the shower?"
I agreed, and told her that when she was ready, I'd be there with 
balls - er, bells - on. She laughed and the joke, and said to bring 
along something to drink - she felt 'like I've lost a couple quarts 
of *something*'.
I agreed, and as she headed off toward the bathroom, delayed her long 
enough to give her a kiss and a small pat on the butt before heading 
into the kitchen to get us some drinks - LARGE bottles of water would 
be needed, I figured.
Sure enough, a couple minutes later, I heard her call my name, and I 
headed into the bathroom where we shared a quick, but fun, shower, 
where she was able to take a closer look at the damage she'd done to 
my neck - and then apologize for it, telling me that the teeth marks 
were plain as day, and that it was already starting to bruise. I had 
to reassure her several more times before she finally quit saying she 
was sorry.
When we'd dried off, we made our way back to the living room, and 
snuggled on the couch until Lucy started to fall asleep. She quickly 
woke herself up, and told me "I'd better get home, so I'll be there 
when the girls wake up."
I reluctantly agreed, and watched as she got up, then put her blouse 
and shorts on, minus her bra and panties. When she was done, I stood 
up, too, and gave her a kiss and a hug - both of which she returned 
enthusiastically - before walking her to the door. After she'd left, 
I found my way to the bedroom, and fell asleep.
Late the next afternoon, Sunday, she stopped by to let me know what 
had happened after she left my apartment:
"I didn't any more than get the front door open, than I could hear 
the two of them in the bedroom - I mean, it sounded like they were 
having as good a time as I just did, only with each other! But I was 
careful not to make any noise, or anything, because I didn't want to 
disturb them; besides, how was I going to tell them I'd just had the 
orgasm of my life if they asked where I'd been?
Anyway, I went ahead and went to bed; those two little devils kept at 
it for a while longer, until they both got worn out from the fun they 
were having. Geez, I envy the energy they have!"
The next morning, I started to wake them up like I usually do - but 
when I the door to Robyn's room open, the smell of their activities 
was thick enough to cut with a knife. I also found them both naked, 
and tangled up together on the bed: Robyn's head was laying on the 
inside of Sandra's thigh, and Sandra was curled around so that her 
hand was holding Robyn's breast. It was all I could do not to go in 
there and crawl between them. Anyway, so I didn't let them know that 
I knew what was going on, I closed the door, then knocked on it so 
they'd think I hadn't seen them. Sandra was the one to answer, and 
told me they'd be out in a minute - you never heard such commotion in 
your life while the two of them rushed around trying to clean up the 
evidence of what they'd been doing! I heard it as both of them 
cleaned up a little in the bathroom before they came out to join me 
for breakfast. We sat there and chatted a little as we ate, until I 
finally asked them which one had the nightmare last night. Both of 
them looked puzzled, and I told them that I'd woken up to hear 
moaning, and figured that one of them had a bad dream - and, boy, did 
they blush! I pretended not to notice it, of course, but it was still 
fun watching them. I don't care if they keep going, or not - I just 
want them to be a little more discreet, and quiet, about what they 
do."
I laughed at her description, and at what she'd said and done to make 
her point. I also had to tell her yet again that the now-obvious 
bruise and tooth marks on my neck weren't anything to worry about, 
after she saw the green-and-purple blotch on me.
Monday morning, I emailed the corrections and updates I'd made to the 
code for my client, and got confirmation from them that they'd 
received it intact. That out of the way, I was sitting in the living 
room, enjoying a leisurely cup of coffee when the doorbell rang, and 
when I went to see who it was, my suspicions were confirmed when I 
saw Sandra and Robyn standing there - though dressed in halter tops 
and shorts, for a change. I invited them in, and we were chatting in 
the living room when the phone rang. I answered it, and was surprised 
to discover that it was Lucy.
I listened as she explained to me that one of her companies customers 
was suddenly having trouble with one of THEIR customers, and wanted 
'someone' to go to their customer's site and do an audit of their 
books. I asked her what was going on, and she admitted that she was 
the 'someone' they'd selected to supervise the accountants that would 
be doing the actual work. She wouldn't be doing anything except 
acting as *her* company's 'presence', and summarizing the 
accountant's results. The expectation was that she'd be out of town 
for as few as 2 days, but perhaps as many as 4. I asked her if she 
wanted me to watch after the girls, and she laughed, saying "Yeah. I 
know it breaks your heart, but could they stay with you while I'm 
gone? I'd trust either one of them alone in my apartment, but not 
together - particularly with what's going on between them."
I said that it wouldn't be any problem, and she said "I'll bet. I 
know you're not going to just start jumping their bones, but could 
you at least wait until I clear the parking lot?"
I laughed, and said "You will recall that I *do* have a large bed - 
easily large enough for the girls - and that my couch is plenty large 
and comfortable enough for ME."
"Yeah, right. Okay, we'll both pretend that's gonna happen - but 
you'll excuse me if I don't bet cash money on it, right?"
I laughed again, telling her "Yeah, that's probably a pretty good 
idea."
She answered "Look, I'm cool with it. I know you're not going to push 
either one of them into anything; if anything, you'll try to talk 
them out of it. But I know what they're going to be like at their 
age, and I don't believe for a minute that you're going to get 
through these next few days with your good intentions intact."
With that, she asked to talk to the girls. I asked if she minded if I 
put her on the speakerphone, and she agreed that it was a good idea. 
I gestured to the girls to the girls to come over, and as they did, I 
got the phone switched over. When they got there, I told Lucy that we 
were all there, and she started to tell them what was going on. At 
first, they were disappointed that she was going to be out of town, 
but quickly cheered up again when they heard her tell them that they 
were going to be staying with me while she was gone.
With all of us working from the same page, we were able to get the 
initial details worked out in fairly short order; other stuff would 
have to wait until Lucy got home with more details. That settled, 
Lucy told us she'd talk to us when she got home, in a couple of 
hours, and hung up.
I told the girls to go ahead and go back to the apartment and get 
enough clothes for a couple of days - including going out in public - 
along with their nightgowns and robes. Both looked at me as though 
I'd lost my mind, but left. A short while later they were back, each 
with a knapsack full of clothing. I had them put their stuff in the 
bedroom, and got out a set of linens to use on the couch. This time, 
they fussed a little, and I finally took a moment to explain to them:
 "Look, do you *want* Lucy to think we're going to spend the entire 
time humping each other's brains out? If we don't at least _pretend_ 
that nothing's going to happen, she's going to spend the entire trip 
worrying about what's happening HERE, instead of what she's 
_supposed_ to be doing, and that's not going to be good for *her*. So 
are you going to listen to me, and do what I say; or are you going to 
keep making faces at me, and have all this probably turn out bad, 
instead of good, like it should?"
That seemed to get them settled down, and the rest of the wait until 
Lucy got home went pretty smoothly.
	When she got home, Lucy filled me in on the details I needed to 
know - when she was due at the airport, where she was going, and 
where she'd be staying when she got there. She also tried to leave me 
some money to help pay for their food, and got a little testy with me 
when I simply laughed at her before telling her "You know better than 
that. Keep your money; you might find you need it where you're 
going." She grudgingly admitted the possibility, but it was still a 
few minutes before it left her mind. Still, we all managed to get 
everything straightened out well ahead of the arrival of the 
transportation her company had arranged for her. That left the two of 
us plenty of time to do a little snuggling - and even some making out 
- before she had to leave.


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"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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