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Subject: {ASSM} STORY: The Force, Part 4 of 4 - (mf, mff, ff, mc, inc, oral, anal)
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The Force	(mf, mff, ff, mc, inc, oral, anal)

by Dorsai


Copyright (c) 2001 - Dorsai


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Part 4

Over the next couple of months, a number of things happened. For my 
Senior Prom, I asked out the girl from school that I'd gone out with the 
most, and we had a great time. We finished up our evening with a three-
hour sex marathon at a local motel chain. When I got home, Holly and 
Diane were both still awake - and when I scanned them, both were envious 
of the girl, but not jealous of her. By way of compensation, I took the 
two of them to a local amusement park a couple of times, and all three 
of us had a blast.

The other major event was when I started getting back the results of my 
college applications. I was surprised that so many of them accepted me; 
Dad pointed out that he didn't think colleges got that many high school 
students that not only subscribed to the American Journal of Physics, 
but had letters to the editor published.

When I'd gotten all the responses back, I went to Dad and talked to him 
about where I should - and could - go to college. After a fairly lengthy 
discussion, I finally settled on going to a college in our state, even 
though I'd been accepted to CalTech. Dad made pretty good money at his 
job, but we weren't actually "rich". He could afford to send me to 
college, but not to CalTech; he reminded me that Holly would probably 
want to go to college to, and that he'd have to pay her tuition, as 
well. I understood, and didn't have any problem with it - the school I 
was going to had 90% of CalTechs' reputation, but at half the cost. The 
school was just over two hundred miles away; I could easily come home 
for weekends if I wanted, but wouldn't be able to actually live at home. 
Diane and Holly were both disappointed by that, but even happier about 
the fact that I was getting into such a good school.

After graduation, there really wasn't much for me to do. Dad and Mom 
gave me a *really* nice watch as a graduation present, while Holly and 
Diane put on a private sex show for me - then invited me to join in 
about the time I thought my dick couldn't get any harder. As it turned 
out, it could.

Mom and Dad were both fine with the idea of my just lazing around for 
the summer - *all* of us knew that I'd be busy enough when school 
started. Diane and Holly both found summer jobs - jobs that left them 
plenty of free time to spend with me, together and individually. I also 
had a few last dates with some of the girls that I'd taken out before; 
most of them were headed off to college, too, and we knew that we'd 
likely not see each other for a while, if ever.

The end of July, Uncle Jack and Aunt Paula invited us to their farm for 
a couple of weeks, and all three of us quickly accepted. As always, they 
gave us enough to do to keep us from getting bored, but not enough to 
actually _work_ us. We'd been there only a few days when Dad called to 
let me know that the college had sent a letter telling me that I'd been 
awarded a scholarship to cover my tuition. I'd told them that I planned 
to major in physics, and they'd put my name in for a scholarship; the 
person that had first crack at it had decided to go to MIT, instead, so 
it was being awarded to me, instead. When Aunt Paula and Uncle Jack 
learned that, both of them fairly beamed in pride in me. Even Diane and 
Holly looked mildly impressed.

Uncle Jack talked to me a few times about college. When he found out 
that I was planning to stay in the dorms to save Dad money, he gave me 
one of the few dirty looks I'd ever gotten from him. Then he promptly 
called Dad, and chewed on him for about 5 minutes about being stupid 
enough to agree to let me stay in the dorms - saying that Dad knew damn 
well that there would be so much noise and commotion that I'd never be 
able to get any proper sleep or studying.

Amazed at how Uncle Jack was talking to him, I listened as Uncle Jack 
went on: "Dammit, Bob, I know you're not made out of money, and you've 
only got a couple more years before Holly goes off to college, too. 
Yeah, I know you set up those college tuition accounts; but both of us 
know that it costs more to go to college now that you thought it would. 
And *I* know it's still not going to be easy for you.

"Bob, don't be any stupider than you have to be: ever since Paula and I 
learned we couldn't have kids, we planned to help Mike and Holly get 
through college. I know we didn't tell you - and we didn't just because 
we knew you'd be a damn fool and fuss about it like you are now! Fine, 
you've done your part to make sure he can _go_ to college. Now let me do 
MY part, and make sure he can do it right. Oh, quit bitching and listen 
to me! Mike's got *brains* between his ears, and he _uses_ them. This 
boy has half a chance, he's gonna do us ALL proud. You know that thing 
about stacking my hay? The Ag agent stopped by one day and saw it. He 
asked me why, and I told him. Then he asked me who, and I told him that, 
too. Impressed the hell out of him, it did. His exact words were "That's 
some smart kid." He didn't believe me when I told him Mike was in his 
senior year of HIGH school; had to show him that copy of Mike's last 
report card that you'd sent us to prove it. The next issue of the state 
Ag newsletter I got, there was Mike's idea, giving him full credit for 
it. I wouldn't be surprised if other states didn't pick up on it, too. 
Yes, it was THAT good!

"Now, are you going to let your pride get in the way, and send him off 
to do a half-assed job in college? Or let me chip in some of what I - 
and a bunch of other farmers - owe him, and let him do it *right*? I 
don't want to set him up in some penthouse apartment or anything; I just 
want to make sure he's got a quiet place to sleep and study - maybe 
share an apartment or something with some other kids."

With that, Uncle Jack got quiet for a couple minutes, and then finally 
said "Glad to hear it, Bob. Thank you. And now that your knickers aren't 
all bunched up, I'll tell you that Paula and me, we plan to do the same 
thing for Holly."

A few moments later, he followed that up by saying "To bad. We're gonna 
do it anyway. Like I said, your job is to get 'em INTO college; we're 
making it OUR job to see to it they have the best chance they can once 
they get there."

He listened for a minute, before telling Dad "Now you listen to me: 
these kids are the young 'uns that Paula and I couldn't have. They mean 
as much to us as they do to you, and we're both damn proud of 'em. We're 
gonna do whatever it takes to make sure they get the most they can from 
college. That means that all they should have to worry about is SCHOOL, 
and doing good in their studies. We ain't plannin' on paying for parties 
and trips to the Bahamas or that kind of nonsense - but we're damn well 
going to make sure that they aren't missing anything they really _need_, 
either. If the situation was the reverse, I know damn well you'd be 
doing the same for me, so there's no point in you arguing about it."

He listened a little more, and then said "That's fine. We understand 
each other, and we both know what's gonna happen. Okay. Yeah, that's 
fine with me. Okay. Yeah, we'll see you next time. Bye."

Hanging up the phone, he turned to me, and said "You just heard what I 
told your dad. Me and Paula, we're going to pay for you a place to stay 
off campus. I know you, Mike, and I know that you're not going to stay 
in some place where it's parties all the time. I know you'll be looking 
for fun, too, but I trust you not to let it get in the way of your 
schooling."

I nodded, and he went on "You're closer to being a man than most your 
age. There ain't a doubt in my mind that you're going to do right good 
at school, given a decent chance. And like you heard me tell your dad, 
me and Paula are going to make sure you get it - you AND Holly. Both of 
you kids have done us some kind of proud, and like I told your dad, we 
think of you like you were our OWN kids. You didn't know this, but it's 
in your dad's will that if anything happened to him and your mom, WE 
were the ones to take care of you. He didn't have to ask us to, we TOLD 
him we would."

He went on to say "You aren't going to tell your dad this, but we'll 
also be sending you a little extra money to make sure that you can have 
a _little_ fun, too. Paula and I both went to college, and know a body 
needs to have something to do besides study all the time. Like I said, 
it won't be enough to be throwing any parties or going on any trips, but 
if you have the _time_ to go to a movie or something, we're going to 
make sure you have the _money_ for it, too."

I thanked him, and he told me "That's all right. Like I said, your Aunt 
Paula and I have both been to college, and know what it's like. And 
that's why you're welcome to come here any time you want a good meal, 
too. That school you're going to isn't but an hour away, so if you need 
a meal or some fresh groceries, you know where to find us. As a matter 
of fact, I think Paula and I would BOTH feel better if you'd come here 
for Sunday dinner once or twice a month. We went to that school, and 
unless they've had some major improvements, the student cafeteria isn't 
fit to feed my hogs."

I assured him that I'd be happy to wrap myself around some of Aunt 
Paula's cooking, and he smiled at me before telling me "I figured. Okay, 
now that we got all that settled, let's head back to the kitchen and see 
what the women have been up to."

I got up, and together we found out that Aunt Paula and the girls had 
been making apple pies. So of course, we all had to sit down and 'test' 
one of them - with scoops of fresh ice cream to do it properly.

The rest of our time with them went by pretty much as usual. It was only 
on the day before we were supposed to leave that Uncle Jack asked me to 
go someplace with him. Of course I didn't hesitate, figuring that he 
needed some help with one of the animals or something. I got into the 
truck with him, but instead of heading toward some part of the farm, he 
headed toward town. As he was driving, I flexed my muscles a little bit, 
trying to loosen up for the carrying and hauling I expected to be doing 
- surely, we were going to be loading the truck with something.

Instead of the store or grain silo, though, he pulled into one of the 
few garages in town, being there primarily to serve the farmers. He got 
out, and I quickly followed him. As he approached the owner, Bill, he 
asked "She ready?", and got a nod in response. Uncle Jack headed over 
toward where a few of the local farmers were bunched around a pickup 
truck, looking it over. It was a few years old, and had obviously seen 
some use, but was in surprisingly good condition - even to having 
received a new paint job: a bright, BRIGHT red. 

When we got close to it, Uncle Jack asked me "Well, what do you think of 
her, Mike?"

I walked around it, looking it over - like I said, it was obviously 
used, but in even better shape than I'd first thought: no obvious nicks, 
dings, dents, or other body damage. New tires, new shocks (I bounced on 
the front bumper to check them), clean under the hood and in the cab. I 
asked "How long has she been sitting here?", and got the answer "Oh, 
couple of days" from one of the farmers. I knelt down and looked under 
the engine - not a fresh drop of oil or anything else to be seen: no 
leaks of any of the engine fluids.

"She _looks_ pretty good." I admitted, "but how's the engine?"

One of the farmers told me "Rebuilt a couple weeks ago. She's been drove 
enough to break her in, but that's it."

Another tossed me a set of keys, and said "Go ahead, start 'er up."

I climbed into the cab - the door closed with a satisfying dull 
'thunk' - and fired up the engine, which purred like a kitten. No smoke 
or anything else came out of the exhaust when I started it, or when I 
revved the engine a bit - which surprised me by how quickly it 
responded. Four-speed transmission, stick on the floor, proper gauges 
instead of idiot lights, the odometer showed a little over 80,000 miles. 
Yeah, it had been worked hard - but with the engine rebuilt, it was good 
for that many more, easily.

I shut the engine off, and climbed out, telling them "Sounds pretty 
good, too. Right nice."

The farmers all got grins on their faces, and Uncle Jack told me "Glad 
you like her, Mike. She's yours."

I stared at him, dumbfounded, as the grins got even wider.

Uncle Jack openly laughed at the expression on my face before telling me 
"Close your mouth, Mike, before a fly gets in!"

I picked my jaw up off the ground, and Uncle Jack told me "You heard me 
tell your dad, that was a right good turn you did us with that hay idea. 
It was my idea to give you a truck for your graduation; I figured that 
clunker you have is fine for around town, but didn't think it was 
something to take on the road" - I'd had the same thoughts - "and the 
boys here decided to dress it up some after you made the Ag paper."

As he was talking, the farmers moved around the truck so that they were 
generally lined up, facing me. Uncle Jack went on to tell me "Fred, 
there" - he took a step forward, and I shook his hand, thanking him - 
"put the tires on it. Gus" - another stepped forward, and I thanked him 
the same way - "covered the whorehouse paint job." - they all laughed at 
that - "Andy" - another farmer that I thanked - "came up with the engine 
and Al" - I shook his hand, too - "took care of getting it rebuilt. 
Tommy Smithers" - absent from the group - "chipped in by paying for 
getting the mechanical cleaned up and fixed. Bill, over there, spent 
some of his free time taking care of the bodywork. The title is in the 
glove box, and you've got the keys. She's all yours, Mike."

I looked all of them in the eyes before telling them "Thank you. Thank 
you *very* much."

It was Andy that told me "It's us thankin' you, Mike. We haven't had a 
single hay fire since we all took up your idea; and we'd usually have 
had a couple or more by now. Seems the stock is a little happier with 
it, too. Last winter, my milk cows output went up even more they have 
before, and I reckon it was the better fodder." The others were nodding 
as he was talking, letting me know that he was speaking for all of them.

A few moment went by, and Al spoke up, saying "I'm glad you like 'er, 
Mike. I'm glad I could get in for this, and glad to have met you again. 
But I'm sorry to say that I still got chores."

I quickly moved to shake his hand again; then as the others told us they 
had to go, too, with them as well. In each case, they looked at me in a 
way to let me know that they were thinking of me as more than just a 
high school kid - that I was one of them, after a fashion.

When they'd all left, I went over to thank Bill, too - who told me "Glad 
to do it, Mike. You do those folks a good turn, you're helping all of us 
here in town, too."

As Uncle Jack and I headed back to where his - and my! - trucks were 
parked, he clapped me on the shoulder, and said "I told you, Mike. 
You're a bunch more grown up that most your age. Those boys saw it, too. 
There isn't a one of them that wouldn't be happy to have you working on 
their farm, or sitting at their table. Now we'd best be getting back 
before your Aunt Paula starts getting worried, and so you can show the 
girls your new toy!"

I got in and started the engine again, letting it warm up a little 
before carefully putting it in gear to follow Uncle Jack back to the 
farm - with a grin plastered to my face the whole drive. When we pulled 
into the area where Uncle Jack and Aunt Paula parked their vehicles, 
Holly and Diane came out of the house to see who was with us - and 
shrieked their joy for me when Uncle Jack told them what had happened. 
While both of them were hugging me, I looked over to where Uncle Jack 
and Aunt Paula were both looking at me with obvious pride and affection.

The next day, they saw us off as we headed back home in MY truck. Before 
we left, they loaded us up with plenty of fresh fruit and vegetables - 
and the admonition to be careful. Diane and Holly took turns sitting 
next to me during the drive, my arm around their shoulders and my hand 
over a breast - at their insistence - as the three of us sang along with 
the radio in the truck.


A couple of days after we got back, Dad told me that he thought we 
should find me a place near college in the next few days. I said that it 
sounded like a good idea, and we made arrangements to do it that 
following Friday.

During the drive, Dad and I had a chance to talk some more; I learned 
that he still wasn't *happy* about Uncle Jack's help, but had come to 
realize that it made sense. Then he did something that absolutely amazed 
me: he told me how proud he was of me. I always knew that he and Mom 
loved us and all that, and he'd even congratulated me when I did well in 
school. He even helped me with some of my school projects when he could 
- but he'd never come out and said anything like *THAT* to me.

He told me "Mike, I know I've never told you this before, but I'm proud 
of you, son. Real proud. You've always done well in school, and you've 
never caused me or your mother any worry - at least, nothing that ANY 
parent of a teenager doesn't worry about!" - that part with a wry grin - 
"You're not _great_ at sports, but you've been good enough to make the 
teams, and I could see that you *always* gave it your best shot. I 
worried about you going out with girls, but you've been smarter and more 
careful than I had any right to hope for: I don't think for a minute 
that you're still a virgin, but there haven't been any pregnancies or 
angry parents calling me up. I don't know how close you've gotten with 
Diane - but she seems happy enough, and she still comes over, so I'm not 
going to worry about it. She's a good person, and I think you could do a 
lot worse than having her as a girlfriend, if it comes to that. I don't 
know - and don't WANT to know! - about you and Holly. You're only a 
couple of years apart, and you both live in the same house. God knows, 
your mother and I have left you alone often enough. But I trust you, 
Mike - I trust you, and Holly, enough to believe that nothing has 
happened that would hurt either one of you. I think you've both got 
enough good sense not to get involved with anything really *wrong*. I 
heard about that kid that tried to rape Holly, and I heard that you did 
SOMETHING to him. I don't know what it was, and doubt that I ever will - 
but it proves to me that you wouldn't do anything to hurt her yourself, 
either.

"I know how much Paula and Jack love you, and how proud of you they are. 
Jack told me that he was going to give you a truck for graduation; what 
I didn't know was how good it was going to be. If he, and those other 
farmers, were so impressed with what you did that they're willing to go 
that far with it, I've got to figure that what you did was really 
something. Jack sent me a copy of the article about you from that 
magazine or newsletter he gets; and your idea really made an impression 
on some people.

He sighed, and went on "I guess the bottom line is that I know Jack was 
right. You're a good kid - no, young MAN - and you've got a good head on 
your shoulders. I can afford to send you and Holly to college. But I 
have to admit that Jack's help will make the difference between the two 
of you just _going_, and doing it RIGHT. And I'm proud enough of you - 
your good sense, your smarts, your *character* - to be willing to accept 
his help to make sure you get the best chance possible. I kind of knew 
it before, but didn't really SEE it until Jack told it to me: given half 
a chance, you're going to make us ALL proud - even prouder than we 
already are."

It was one long speech, coming from Dad - all I could do was say "Uh, 
thanks, Dad. I won't let you down."

He looked over at me and smiled, telling me "I know, Mike. I know.", his 
confidence and trust in me clear in his voice.

We got to the college around mid-morning. I didn't know it, but Dad had 
gotten some of the newspapers for the area and done a little research. 
We spent the morning looking at places, but neither one of us was really 
satisfied with any of them by the time we took a break for lunch. It was 
the second place we tried that afternoon that we hit pay dirt: a 
smallish 3-bedroom house a couple miles from school. The previous years, 
it had been home to a series of guys going to school - when one 
graduated, the ones left behind would find a replacement that would stay 
there until THEY graduated. It resulted in a certain degree of 
continuity with the landlord, who gave them a little bit of a break on 
the rent - and was quicker to respond to the very infrequent problem. 
Because of the continuity, and the fact that they behaved themselves, 
the neighbors were surprisingly tolerant of having a bunch of college 
students living there - it was actually a residential neighborhood. The 
previous year, there had been three of them, of course: a math major, a 
chemistry major, and an English major. The English major had graduated, 
so they were looking for someone to take his place; next to leave would 
be the chemist. They were initially a little hesitant about taking in a 
freshman, preferring sophomores - until they learned that I was there on 
a scholarship. Any last fears they had were calmed when Dad gave them 
his business card, and told them "I know there aren't going to be any 
problems. But if you have ANY questions or want to say ANYTHING to me 
about him being here, you can call me - collect, if you want. Whatever 
it is, I'll make it right. I know Mike is here to study, not party, but 
if it would make you feel better, I'll give you a blank check right now, 
to guarantee you don't get stuck for rent or anything like that."

His willingness to 'put it on the line' like that reassured them that I 
was a good risk, and we quickly settled on the details: I was to pay one 
third of the rent and utilities, including local phone. Long distance 
was separate; groceries were my own problem. The rules were pretty 
simple: everybody pretty much knew what they brought in to eat, but 
putting initials on things was a guarantee that it wouldn't be molested. 
Quiet hours were from 10:00 PM to 6:00 AM - but excessive noise at other 
times was still discouraged. I'd have the smallest bedroom (sparsely 
furnished, like the rest of the house), to start. As people graduated, 
the custom was that those left behind got to 'move up' to the next 
larger room. Everyone chipped in to clean the place on Saturday 
afternoons; the cleaning tasks were assigned by seniority - they showed 
me the list (used long enough that they'd had it laminated!) and people 
were identified only as A, B, and C. As new guy - C - I got the crud 
jobs, like cleaning toilets; but nothing I hadn't done at home. It was 
still expected for everyone to clean up after themselves - whether 
dishes, meals, or anything else - so none of the jobs was particularly 
tough or demeaning. The new guy was on probation for half of a term. To 
ensure we all followed the rules, it had been established that if 
someone violated them, that person would receive a written notice. 3 
such notices and the person was out. But because the two left behind 
would have to pick up the additional rent and utilities, there was 
reason for them not to abuse their nominal power. No drugs, no booze - 
not even beer. Girls were a gray area: as long as they didn't violate 
the rules, or cause other problems, it was up to the individual - but 
the clear implication was that anything more than an occasional sleep-
over was frowned on.

They even had all this typed up, and handed me a copy of it before we 
(okay, Dad) gave them a check for the first month's rent. With that 
done, they gave me a key to the place, and we worked out when I'd move 
in. At their suggestion, I agreed to move in a little over a week before 
registration - it would help me beat most of the rush, and would give me 
some time to get used to the area. Both of them offered to help guide 
when they could, and said they'd give me some tips to make registration 
faster and easier, too. They brightened considerably when I asked where 
I should park - both rode bicycles when the weather permitted, and 
riding a bus or catching a ride with a friend when they had to. 
Reassured that the vehicle was in good repair (specifically, a working 
muffler so the neighbors wouldn't be disturbed), they let me know that 
the driveway next to the house was fine - that they'd never had any 
trouble with vandalism or anything like that.

When we'd left the house, our next stop was a bank, where Dad helped get 
me set up with an account. The bank had something new - Automatic Teller 
Machines - that I could use to get money any time I needed. With that as 
an option, I decided to pass on actual checks: I didn't want even the 
*temptation* of overdrawing my account, and having just the ATM card 
would prevent that from happening. Dad seemed pleased at my reasoning.

Now that I had a place to stay and a bank to use, all that was left was 
for me to make sure I could find my way around. When Dad stopped at a 
gas station to fill up, I went inside and bought maps of the area to go 
along with the ones the college had sent me. To my surprise, Dad 
suggested that we drive around for a little while, so I could get an 
idea of where things were in relation to each other - I'd thought about 
doing that, but didn't want to bother him with it. I quickly agreed, and 
we spent the next couple of hours just finding our way around. I got a 
pretty good idea of where the nearest grocery and convenience stores 
were, where I could do my laundry, and where the libraries, parks, and 
so on were located.

As we drove, Dad and I talked. Not just about school, but about him, me, 
Holly, Diane, Mom, and anything else we thought of. Every so often, Dad 
would quiz me about where we were, and how to get to someplace else; 
after a couple of hours, it became clear that I wouldn't have any real 
problems finding my way around - at least, in a general sense. 
Apparently satisfied that I wouldn't run out of gas and die of 
starvation in the middle of an urban environment, Dad finally pointed 
the car toward home. Even on the drive back, we continued our 
conversation - by the time we pulled into the driveway, I felt even 
closer to him than I had before.

The last couple of weeks before I was to move, things were busy; even 
hectic at times. But there was never any real sense of 'out of control', 
either. Mom took me on a shopping spree for the stuff that I'd need: bed 
linens (the bed in the house was a different size than what I had at 
home), some basic cooking utensils, school supplies, clothes, and so on. 
Somehow, I managed to keep her from breaking the budget by pointing out, 
wherever I could, the things that I already had, and could take with me: 
towels, nearly all my clothing, my shelf-top stereo, the small TV in my 
room, my alarm clock, and so on. It was only by refusing to use it that 
I convinced her not to buy me a miniature fridge for my bedroom - she 
was worried that the other guys would eat everything I brought home, 
leaving me to starve. She finally gave in when I told her "Mom! This is 
COLLEGE - nobody's going to beat me up and take my lunch money, okay?"

Dad did his own part: handing me a couple of gas station credit cards, 
he told me "Here, Mike, I want you to have these. Don't be afraid to use 
them, either: I know you're not going to be driving all over for the fun 
of it, and if someone offers to give you a couple bucks for taking them 
somewhere, I trust you to accept it. But there are other things you'll 
probably need them for, too, like oil and that kind of thing. And here's 
a card for our phone. You call us with that any time you want; it 
guarantees the cheapest rate, and gets billed here. You know how your 
mother will get if you don't call her often enough - and I'll want to 
hear from you, too."

A couple of days later, he brought home a new computer. Not the top-of-
the-line model, but not missing it by much, either. He told me "This is 
yours, Mike. If anyone in this house can put it to use, you can. If 
there's anything you need to go with it, let me know." 

I was busy doing my own thing, too. Holly got the keys and title to my 
car - she'd been hinting at Dad that she'd like one, and it got Dad off 
the hook: I knew he had enough other things to worry about. She knew 
about its few quirks, and would never be far from help if she needed it.

I really didn't have anything to give Diane - except _me_. Every moment 
I could spare was given to her, and to a lesser extent, Holly. Both of 
them understood, and neither of them asked for more than what they got. 
On several occasions, I *made* the time to be with Diane. 

On the last one - a couple days before I was to leave - Diane and I were 
sitting in the yard by the pool, her in my lap and my arms around her. 
My hands were inside the light robe she was wearing, cupping her 
breasts, and neither of us noticed when Dad came out - until he cleared 
his throat. Both of us looked up at him in surprise, and Diane gave out 
a small squeak. Pointedly not looking at her, he told me "Mike, I've got 
something else for you - one of my credit cards. It's for emergencies, 
and I trust you to know what constitutes an 'emergency'. Use it if you 
need it, then let me know, okay?", and stuck his hand out. In it, I 
could see the card that he hardly used, referring to it as his 'gotta 
have it' card - meaning that he kept it in reserve for emergencies or 
for when he HAD to have something and didn't want to risk going over the 
limit on his other cards. He was _meticulous_ about keeping a zero 
balance on THIS one.

Diane was shivering slightly in my lap, waiting for him to say 
something, but he was careful not to notice where my hand mysteriously 
appeared from when I took the card from him - other than to give me a 
wink that Diane couldn't see before heading back into the house.

Diane was amazed when he left - she's fully expected him to say 
*something* to her, or me, about the situation we'd been in when he 
found us. She turned her head to ask me "Uh, am I imagining things, or 
did your dad just catch us with your hands on my tits, and not say or do 
ANYTHING about it?"

"No, you're not imagining things. While I was at college with him, he 
came out and TOLD me that he figured we might have been doing stuff - 
and that he was cool with it. He didn't use those words, of course, but 
it was clear enough."

She gave me a doubtful look, and I explained "Really, he did. He even 
said he thought you were a pretty good person, and that he thought I 
could do a lot worse than having you as my girlfriend."

"And what do you think?"

"I think he's right. That's why I was going to ask you if you would - be 
my girlfriend, that is."

"WHAT?!"

"Look, I know the timing is lousy, with me going of to college. But I'll 
be coming home pretty often, and you really are pretty important to me. 
I love you."

Diane stared at me for several long, long seconds. I know that I could 
have scanned to find out what her answer was, or even GIVEN her the 
answer I wanted. But with her and Holly both, I'd deliberately avoided 
scanning them or putting thoughts in their heads any more than 
necessary. Yes, I'd influenced them - on several occasions. But I had 
NEVER outright *pushed* them. And the more I really got to know them, 
the less I wanted to do anything like that TO them.

So I was most definitely nervous when Diane finally opened her mouth to 
give me an answer: "Yes, Mike, I'll be your girlfriend" - leaving me 
with a sense of incredible relief that she'd agreed.

What surprised me, though, was when she followed that by asking "But 
what about college, Mike? I know you're going to meet girls there. What 
happens then?"

I'd thought about it, of course. Long and hard, in fact. So I was ready 
with my answer.

"Then I'll meet them. Same as you're going to MEET guys. Doesn't much 
mean anything either way - unless something happens. I don't think I'm 
likely to meet anyone that could mean as much to me as you do, though. 
And I can promise you, I'm certainly not going to be *trying* to meet 
one, much less looking."

She looked deep into my eyes for a bit. Satisfied with what she saw 
there, she nodded, and said "Fair enough. You're not promising me it 
won't happen, and that's fine - you couldn't control that, anyway. Your 
word about the rest of it is enough for me. I know there will be places 
you'll want to go, and things you'll want to do, that you'll take a girl 
with you. But I know that you'll only take her because *I* won't be 
there, and nothing more. I love you, too, Michael - more than I really 
knew before tonight. So yes, I'll be delighted to be your girlfriend."

We looked into each other's eyes for a few moments before she moved into 
my arms, and the two of us shared a hug and a long, loving kiss. When 
that happened, I realized that I didn't know how much I loved her, 
either, until that night.

We stayed out there for quite a while, content just to be in each 
other's arms. Only when it started to get late did we finally get up, 
and head inside holding hands. We stopped at the end of the hallway, 
next to the bottom of the stairs; I think Dad must have talked to Mom 
somewhere along the line: she deliberately avoided looking at us as she 
wished us a good night. I knew that it wasn't because she was upset with 
us; rather, she just wasn't wildly enthusiastic about the idea, and 
didn't want us to think she was. Dad DID look at me - us - and gave us a 
slight nod of his head before wishing us the same. Behind him, Holly had 
a big grin on her face, and mimed applauding us. The two of us said our 
goodnights to them, and headed up the stairs, still hand in hand.

Once in my room, I closed the door behind us - I didn't bother locking 
it because I knew that no one would disturb us before morning. With our 
relationship essentially out in the open, Diane and I both felt more 
comfortable and relaxed as we undressed. I was wearing only shorts and 
sandals; she a bikini under her robe. It didn't take long before we were 
both naked and facing each other.

I took her hand in mine, drawing it up to my lips so I could kiss it 
softly. When I was done, she slowly moved into my arms so we could share 
another that was more personal, more loving. Several seconds later, 
holding hands again, we moved to the bed where Diane guided me to lay 
down. A few moments later she lay down, too - then continued on until 
she was lying on top of me: her legs straddling my waist and her breasts 
pressing against my chest as she lay face to face with me.

Taking my face in her hands, she told me "Michael, as long as you will 
have me, I'm yours. You are the one who made me a woman, and showed me 
what it was like to really CARE about someone. You know what I have with 
Holly, and you don't mind - if anything, you almost encourage it, 
because you seem to know it's something *special*. I know that Holly and 
I BOTH teased you a lot, there at the beginning. But you never, _ever_ 
said or did anything to push us or make us uncomfortable. You've been 
incredibly patient and gentle and caring and LOVING with both of us. 
There isn't a doubt in my mind that if it had been me, instead of Holly, 
with Charlie Wilkins, you would have done the same thing - and I can't 
tell you how much that means to me. I know that you've gone out with 
some of the girls from school, and 'been' with them. I'm okay with that 
- I know that you wouldn't do it unless you cared about them, at least a 
little bit, and that's fine with me. I've gotten to know you, Michael, 
and I know that if you cared about them enough to want to be with them 
like that, then they were good people. And now you've asked ME to be 
your girlfriend. Not just somebody to go out on dates with, but your 
*girlfriend*. You know that I've been out on dates with some of the guys 
from school. I even let some of them kiss me goodnight - but ONLY 
goodnight kisses. I never did anything more with ANY of them for one 
simple reason: they weren't YOU. I really didn't understand that until 
tonight: then, I just thought that it didn't seem right, or that I 
wasn't that interested in them; it was only tonight that I understood 
the REAL reason. You tease me mercilessly, you tell me your bad jokes, 
and sometimes you just make me crazy - but you're always there for me, 
too: loving and gentle and caring. When I'm in your arms, I feel safe, 
and loved - and more than anything else, HAPPY. Yes, Michael, I'll be 
your girlfriend. Knowing that I'm yours, and that you're mine, well... I 
can't think of anything else that seems so *right*."

I took her into my arms, and held her as I guided her onto her back 
while I lay on my side next to her. I put my hand on her cheek and told 
her "Yes, Diane- I'm yours, just as you said you were mine. What I first 
noticed about you was this" - I moved my hand long enough to gesture 
along her body, then put it back - "But what I fell in love with was 
what's inside: here" - a finger to where her heart was - "and here" - 
another to her temple, indicating her mind. I went on to say "You gave 
me your virginity - TWICE. Both times, it was even more special to me 
because it was YOU making the offer. You told me that all you've had 
with other guys has been goodnight kisses, and I believe you. But even 
if it had been more, I wouldn't mind - because I know you wouldn't give 
yourself that way to anyone that you didn't think worthy of your gift. 
But I'm YOURS now, and I have absolutely no interest in changing that in 
any way. 

I went on to tell her "Yes, I DO believe that what you and Holly have is 
special. You saw her just now: she was actually *happy* that we're going 
to be together. If she can be that enthusiastic about OUR happiness, 
I've got no interest in getting in the way of HERS. You're both female - 
and delightfully so! But that doesn't matter to ME except for any 
problems it causes you because of other people. If it happens that the 
two of you decide that all you want is to be able to be friends and not 
lovers, then that's up to you - it's not for ME to decide either way. 
All that matters to me is that both of you are happy. What you do, or 
don't do with Holly; what you've done or not done with other guys - none 
of it matters to me now. I'm yours, and you're mine, from this moment 
on."

By the time I finished, Diane was starting to leak a little bit around 
the eyes. I quickly scanned her, making sure that they were GOOD tears, 
not bad. Then I leaned down to kiss them away - and kept kissing her, 
anyplace I could fit my lips. Eyes, ear, nose, forehead, cheeks - all 
were targets for my attentions.

And when she moved my hand from her cheek to her breast, I knew that she 
wanted to consummate our new, deeper, relationship.

I looked into her eyes, and she gave me a small nod of her head to 
confirm what I'd thought. I nodded slowly in return, letting her know 
that I accepted - and respected - her decision. I lowered my head again 
to place a feather-light kiss on her lips before moving over her. She 
readily moved her legs apart to make room for me; resting on my knees 
and elbows above her, I started kissing her again: first on the point of 
her shoulder, then the base of her neck. Her collarbone was next, then 
the top of her shoulder. Back to the base of her neck, and up to her 
earlobe. Forward to her temple, then to the corner of her jaw. Along her 
jaw line to the other side, with a brief side trip to her throat. The 
top of her ear, then the earlobe. Her collarbone was next, followed by 
the base of her neck. The point of her shoulder, and back to the point 
of her jaw. Every square inch of her face, in random order. Down to the 
base of her throat, and back again, stopping at her lips where we shared 
a soft - but passionate - kiss. Raising myself over her, I took her 
hands in mine, kissing the back of each of her fingers softly before 
turning her hands over to kiss their palms. Releasing them, I lowered 
myself again to begin kissing her body - starting at the upper edges of 
her chest.

 From one side to the other, I kissed my way across her body - each pass 
from one side to the other a trifle lower than the one before. In a 
couple of minutes, I'd worked my way to the upper slopes of her breasts, 
accompanied by Diane's rapid breathing. Closer now to my first goal, I 
carefully switched over to a series of circles and curves and spirals; 
using my lips to gently nibble at her breasts. Ever so slowly, I went 
from one to the other, and back again - spiraling up one breast only to 
stop halfway, and nibble my way over to the base of the other. Each 
time, I started slightly higher on her breast, and broke off my actions 
that much closer to her areolas and nipples, which were clearly erect 
with her arousal. Finally, it was time: when I'd spiraled my way to the 
edge of her areola, I pulled my lips away, only to take her nipple in my 
mouth a moment later, accompanied by her gasp of pleasure. I sucked on 
the end of her breast softly as I fluttered my tongue across its nipple 
and 'chewed' on it with my lips. Diane's response was to bury her hands 
in my hair and hold me in place, encouraging me to continue. I did for a 
while - but I didn't want the other breast to feel neglected, and moved 
to repeat my actions on it, as well. For the next couple of minutes, I 
switched back and forth between them, until I had both of her nipples 
hard and erect. After giving each of her nipples a lick with my tongue, 
I moved on to something else: moving my mouth to different parts of her 
breast - other than her nipples - and gently sucking them partway into 
my mouth before releasing them with a soft lick. Sides, bottoms, tops - 
the entire surface of her breasts received my attentions.

Again I had a plan in mind, and as I finished my ministrations, I eased 
my way into a pattern across her lower torso. From there, I moved to a 
series of soft kisses across her belly, again easing my way down her 
body with infinite patience as she panted her arousal. I paused for a 
little while to pay special attention to her belly button - an 'innie', 
and as cute to me as she was. From there, it was on to her abdomen - one 
hip to the other, and back again, I showered her with small kisses. 
Finally, I knew that I was nearing my final goal: I could feel the 
softness of her pubic hair gradually tickle its way up my throat to 
under my chin, and under my lips. I carefully kissed my way around the 
dark, dense mass of her pubis, down along the crease between her thigh 
and pelvis.

Even before I'd gotten as far as her navel, I could smell her - the 
thick, rich, heady scent of female lust. Now, as I got nearer and nearer 
the source, the aroma grew stronger and more defined. Slowly and gently, 
I closed in on my target. As I did, Diane spread her legs, drawing them 
up toward her body to make room for me between her firm young thighs.

 From the crease of her thigh and pelvis, I eased my way down her thigh: 
at the end of each kiss of her smooth skin, I'd use my lips to give her 
a feather-light nibble, barely disturbing the surface of her warm flesh. 
As my lips blazed a trail along the inside of her thigh, my hand was 
mapping the rest of her leg. From her toes to her knees to her hips, 
there wasn't a bit of her that wasn't subjected to my Braille 
explorations. By the time my lips reached mid-thigh, she was all but 
quivering under my ministrations; I slowly reversed course back toward 
the dark wedge that covered her mons, but did nothing to conceal her 
arousal - her vaginal lips were extended and well parted, the gap 
between them faintly glistening.

Once again at her pelvis, I moved from one side to the other of her 
mons, pausing only long enough to give her inner lips a soft lick that 
barely disturbed them as I collected a small sample of her musky, spicy-
sweet oils.

I duplicated my actions on her other leg - kissing my way toward her 
knee as my fingers danced across her soft skin. This time, though, as I 
neared the mid-point of her thigh, she *did* start quivering. I 
backtracked to the where I started from, then a little farther: directly 
under my lips, her fully-extended labia flowed downward from her erect 
and exposed clitoris as they framed the visibly wet entrance to her 
womanhood.

Taking a quick look up at her, I saw that she had her hands full of bed 
covers and her eyes were closed as her head slowly turned from side to 
side; she was anxiously - eagerly - waiting what she knew was next.

I didn't disappoint her.

Lowering my head, I licked her cleft from bottom to top, tasting the 
exotic oils she was producing for me, before letting my tongue deal a 
dancing blow to her hardened clitoris. When that happened, her eyes flew 
open as she released a loud gasp and her hips snapped off the bed in 
response. As her hips slowly lowered to the bed again, I fastened my 
mouth on her steamy opening: softly sucking precious nectar from her as 
I let my tongue trace the delicate folds of her vaginal opening. She 
groaned deeply as she spread her legs, opening herself to me even more. 
For perhaps a minute, I delighted in the flavor that Diane shared with 
all women, yet was uniquely hers.

With the essence of Diane still on my taste buds, I expanded my efforts 
to include her clitoris. I started by licking at it *ever* so softly and 
briefly, then gradually increasing the pressure and time I spent on it. 
I continued that until I heard Diane start moaning with a combination of 
arousal and pleasure; only then did I gradually change over to circling 
her clitoris with my tongue, in varying patterns and pressures - from 
slow firm circling pressure to a rapid flutter across it, and anything 
and everything else I could think of, it all pleased her.

When my tongue started to tire, I went back to her labia and the opening 
they guarded. I'd take one of them into my mouth and gently suck on it 
as I used my lips to 'chew' on the rest - then pause to lick and suck at 
her hot and wet vaginal entrance before doing the same to the other. 
Back and forth - and between them - I went, until I felt that my tongue 
was sufficiently recovered.

When she felt me probing at her opening with it, she again lifted her 
hips, then spread her thighs in welcome.  Forming a rod with my tongue, 
I pressed it into her as deeply as I could - and getting myself a fresh 
taste of her woman's nectar. For the next couple of minutes, I used my 
tongue on - and in - her in every way I could: making love to her with 
it as though it were my penis, trying to curl and flex it inside her, 
and simply lapping at her as though she were an ice cream cone. Only 
when I felt her pressing her pelvis against my mouth as she tried to get 
more of me inside her did I slow, then stop, my actions.

When I left her pelvis, she emitted a soft groan of disappointment; when 
she felt me move over her, she quickly opened her eyes - then smiled 
when she saw that I was moving over her, my erection softly swaying 
beneath me.

When we were again face to face, I lowered myself to rest on my elbows 
as Diane raised her head to give me a kiss - tasting her own flavor on 
my lips and tongue. As the kiss went on, she put her arms around me, 
hugging me tightly. Only when we had to come up for air - both of us 
panting slightly - did she loosen her grip.

We looked into each other's eyes for several long moments before I felt 
Diane move under me: rubbing her pubis against my erection where it was 
resting on her mons. Our eyes still locked, I lifted myself slightly 
then eased back a bit so that my penis hung down, the head touching her 
labia near her clitoris. Her eyes stayed on mine as I felt her lift her 
hips slightly, positioning herself to that I was at her entrance. Our 
eyes still on each other, and still in each other's embrace, we silently 
agreed that it was time.

I gently pressed myself against her slightly, making sure that we were 
lined up properly. Satisfied that we were, I pushed again, more firmly; 
feeling it as I started to slip past the tight ring of her entrance. For 
her part, Diane spread her thighs again to make it easier for me; I 
could *feel* it as she consciously relaxed herself to take me in. In 
only a couple of seconds, I was through, and I felt the muscles at her 
vaginal entrance tighten around my penis as she released her control of 
them. What I'd been doing to her had made her incredibly hot and wet 
inside - I knew that I wouldn't have any trouble getting the rest of 
myself into her. What pleased me most, though, was how wonderfully tight 
she felt around me: if I hadn't been the one to deflower her, I would 
have thought that she might still be a virgin.

With the change in our relationship, I wanted to make this time even 
more special than it already was: the last time we'd be able to be 
together before I left for college. Both of us knew that it would be 
several weeks before I'd be back.

I entered her slowly, gently, and carefully. I slid myself into her a 
fraction of an inch, then back out again slightly to spread her ample 
oils. Back in, a little further, then not as far back out. Over the next 
minute, I took my time:  easing myself into her, patiently. It wasn't 
until I felt my pelvis against hers that I saw her eyes close as a smile 
of satisfaction crossed her face. We stayed like that for several 
seconds, locked with each other, before her eyes opened again. When they 
did, I could see in them how happy she was; how pleased with what I'd 
just done; and how much joy she felt at being there with me.

We had no time limit, no worries about being 'caught', no need to rush. 
For the first time ever, we were free to take our time and please each 
other without having to concern ourselves about anything else. The times 
we'd had before were good - even great. All of our time before had been 
loving; but this - this was LOVE.

And that was what we did: made LOVE.

Both of us watched as I started moving in her: her labia extended as I 
withdrew from her, clasping at me as though trying to hold me inside. 
Then, when I pressed myself back into her, they reversed direction as 
though guiding me. A few more strokes, and I was thoroughly wetted with 
her juices; when that happened, Diane's vaginal lips relaxed their grip 
on me, changing position only slightly as my glistening penis slid 
between them. I couldn't resist the temptation, and scanned Diane: she 
was surprised at how wet she was, and how her labia had changed as we 
made love. She was delighted with the sight of my glistening penis 
sliding between her vaginal lips as she felt me alternately filling and 
emptying her womanhood.

With not hurry or pressure, we took our time as we made love - neither 
of us feel any need to rush things, which left us free to not just 
enjoy, but _savor_ the sensations we were creating in each other. Our 
lovemaking was slow and gentle and patient; when I started to feel a 
little tired, Diane knew it, and we changed positions by unspoken 
agreement.

I pulled free of her, and Diane readily moved to her hands and knees - 
after pausing to quickly lick her juices off my erection. I moved behind 
her and easily slid myself back into her before reaching down and 
forward to take her soft/firm breasts in my hands. Before I could begin 
moving in her, Diane took charge, easing herself forward to let my 
again-shiny penis slip out of her until only the head was inside her 
before rocking herself back toward me again. As her rocking motions 
slowly sped up, I continued to caress and softly squeeze her breasts, 
and gently pull on her nipples. We spent many long, pleasurable minutes 
with Diane slowly impaling herself on me as I let my hands gently wander 
across her back and sides and hips and thighs and body, delighting in 
the soft smoothness of her skin where it covered the rubbery-firm muscle 
underneath.

After a while, I could tell that it was Diane's turn to feel the effects 
of her efforts; again, no word were necessary as I guided her to lay on 
her back where she happily spread her legs for me in invitation. I eased 
myself between her thighs, and then moved her legs so they were draped 
over my own - leaving me essentially sitting on the bed with Diane 
laying in front of me. She quickly understood what I was planning to do, 
and carefully scooted herself 'down' until my manhood was resting on her 
dense muff. I eased myself back a bit as I guided my member between 
Diane's vaginal lips while she used one hand to hold herself open for 
me. We looked into each other's eyes as we felt me slip into position, 
then on through the elastic opening of her femininity. When I let myself 
slip forward to the place I'd been in before, we found that we were in 
perfect position: just over half of my male sword was surrounded by her 
female sheath. With very little effort, I would be able to plumb the 
depths of her hot cavern; as an additional benefit, it left both of us 
with our hands free to explore each other's bodies.

A few minutes later, I leaned forward so that the two of us could share 
a long, deep, and loving kiss as we continued our lovemaking. When the 
kiss ended, I made a small detour so that I could start licking and 
sucking on Diane's puckered breasts and erect nipples as she lightly 
dragged her fingernails across my back and sides.

By the time I lifted my head again, I could feel Diane's vagina clasping 
at my erect penis as it slipped in and out of her. The sensation of her 
tightening around me felt terrific, and it didn't take much of it before 
I could feel myself beginning to respond. As the pace of my thrusts 
increased slightly, I raised my body again so that I could look down at 
Diane; her breasts were swaying *ever* so slightly in time with my 
penetrations. With the change in my movement in her seemed to have a 
reciprocal effect on Diane - it took only a couple of minutes before I 
watched as she began playing with her own breasts, squeezing them and 
pulling and pinching her nipples. A few more minutes, and she was 
lifting her hips in response to my thrusts. The change in angle that I 
was entering her at helped stimulate me even more, as did the sight of 
her open labia as they 'flexed' in response to my actions.

As I felt myself start down the 'home stretch', I leaned forward again, 
holding myself over Diane while she kneaded the muscles in my arms and 
chest.

We'd been making love for well over half an hour; but still, neither one 
of us was in any rush to bring an end to it. Along with the physical 
joining, we were also sharing an _emotional_ bond - and it was that 
union of our *hearts* that we wanted to prolong for as long as possible.

As my arousal increased, my distance over Diane decreased - until we 
were face-to-face with each other. Back and forth, we took turns kissing 
each other. Lips, face, nose, ears, shoulders, and throat; all were 
subject to kisses and lip-nibbling.

Our lips had parted and I was enjoying the feeling of her erect nipples 
drawing SpiroGraph designs on my chest when I finally felt my balls 
tighten up in the last stage before I unloaded in her. I made a few more 
slow steady strokes into Diane as she kissed my shoulder, then it was 
time: pressing myself into her as deeply as I could, I felt the first 
shot of my hot semen travel the length of my erection to explode into 
her wet cavern. That seemed to be all Diane needed, and I felt her hot 
sheath tighten around me as her own climax took her over. Even as I felt 
her vagina clamp down on me, making her even tighter than she'd been 
when I took her virginity, I felt her teeth sink into the base of my 
neck as she all but screamed her release into it - and rake her 
fingernails across my back, as well.

With each gush of my cum into her, Diane would clamp her jaws on me 
again as she released a deep, guttural grunt of pleasure. Our lovemaking 
had been leisurely - and so was our release: instead of a sudden plunge 
off a cliff, our climaxes were more like a long, slow earthquake of 
pleasure. What they lacked in power, they more than made up for in 
depth. I felt as though I'd emptied pints or quarts of my semen into her 
by the time I was finished.

To my surprise, I stayed almost completely hard inside her as Diane's 
orgasm slowly tapered off. Only when I felt her release her toothy grip 
on my neck did I feel Diane stir under me as she slowly let her hips and 
head lower to the bed, and her arms relax around me. I held myself over 
her, softly kissing her lips and closed eyelids, giving her a reference 
point in reality as she recovered from what was obviously an extremely 
powerful orgasm for her.

After a couple of minutes, her eyes fluttered open; and when she saw me 
there, she started crying as she quickly wrapped her arms around me 
again, hugging me fiercely. I gently - but firmly - hugged her back, 
muttering soft words of reassurance to her until she again released me 
to lie back on the bed.

Only then did she seem to realize that I was still nearly completely 
erect, and inside her. When it hit her, I saw her eyes widen in surprise 
before she asked me "You're still inside me? Like *that*?"

"Yes - to both." I answered, grinning, and I carefully wiped the tears 
from her face.

"I know you shot; I felt it, it was what made it happen for ME. How come 
you're still hard?"

"Just lucky, I guess", I teased.

She gave me a little bit of a dirty look, and said "No, really - I want 
to know."

"Honestly?" - she nodded her head - "I don't really know, for certain. 
I'm sure part of it is how good it feels to be inside you like this. 
Part of it is how long it took before it happened. How much of what 
else, I really don't know; I'm just glad it happened - or isn't 
happening." That last part earned me a small grin.

The little bit of explanation I had seemed to satisfy her, and she 
lifted her head to give me a kiss before telling me "Um, If we can do it 
without *disturbing* things, I'd like to stretch my legs out."

I readily agreed - feeling the need, myself - and after a little 
experimentation, we figured out how to let both of us straighten our 
legs without losing our intimate embrace. As we were doing that, I heard 
Diane give a small gasp. When I was again facing her, she looked sad and 
unhappy.

I asked "What's the matter?"

She started to cry again as she told me "Mike, I'm *so* sorry! I didn't 
mean to hurt you!"

I looked at her, puzzled, and she went on to say "There, on your neck - 
and I think on your back, too, even though I didn't get a very good 
look."

Using one hand, I checked my neck - knowing where I'd felt her sink her 
teeth in my neck, it didn't take me long to realize that I'd have one 
HELL of a bruise and sore spot for a few days. I went on to flex my back 
a little bit, and decided that she'd left at least a few scratch marks 
on it. From the feel of it, she'd broken the skin, and probably even 
drawn a little blood, but it didn't feel particularly bad, either.

When I looked down at her again, she was still quietly crying, and 
looking at me as though she was afraid of something. I smiled at her in 
reassurance, and said "It's okay, Diane. It's not bad at all."

She looked at me doubtfully, and said "It sure doesn't look 'not bad' 
from here."

"Maybe that's so - I can't see. All I can tell you is that it doesn't 
FEEL bad."

"You're sure? I mean, you're not just trying to make me feel better?"

"Yes, I'm sure - and no, I'm not just saying it to make you feel better. 
But if it DOES make you feel better, then that's fine, too."

She didn't look like she was quite ready to believe it, but she knew 
that I'd never lied to her before, either. After a few moments, I 
watched as she took a deep breath - punctuated by a hiccup that made her 
start to giggle - before she visibly relaxed.

When I saw that, I told her "Besides, what's wrong with a righteous 
hickey on my neck to show people that I'm a real stud that pleases his 
lady?"

THAT gave her a fit that alternated between bouts of the giggles, and 
mortal trepidation at the realization that that was just *exactly* what 
people would think when they saw it - particularly our folks.

When she finally calmed down again, she looked up at me with a mock-
stern expression on her face and said "Michael, you are SUCH a turd!"

I responded by getting my own pretend surprised expression, and asking 
"Now, where have I heard that before..." in a thoughtful tone - and 
getting laughter in response.

By that time, I'd finally softened enough that both of us could feel me 
starting to pull free of her intimate grip. She frowned slightly, and 
told me "THIS is the part of being with you that I don't care for much - 
I always feel so *squishy* and _leaky_ when you're not in me; I'm always 
afraid some of it is going to leak out and make a mess on something."

"So some of it leaks out. That's not something that I think we have to 
worry about, any more." I told her.

She got a thoughtful look, and a moment later, replied "You're right. 
I'm still thinking like it's something we have to keep secret, when we 
DON'T any more."

I suddenly got an idea, and reached over to grab one of my pillows. When 
Diane looked at me, I said "If you'll lift up a bit, we can slide this 
under your butt; that will keep it inside you long enough for me to grab 
a towel. After that, we can put on our robes and take a shower, if you 
want."

She nodded her understanding, and said "Yeah, I _would_ like a shower - 
but just a short one, okay? What I want to do more than anything else is 
lay here and snuggle with you tonight, for as long as possible."

I smiled at her, and answered "Yeah, I'd like that, too. Okay, on three 
- one... two... three!" and both of us raised up far enough for me to slip 
the pillow under her. A little minor adjustment, and it was perfect. I 
carefully pulled free of her, and quickly collected a couple of towels 
from the linen closet in the hallway.

When I came back into my room with TWO towels, Diane looked at me 
quizzically. I just told her "One for now, and a spare in case anybody 
gets any ideas later!"

To my surprise, she blushed furiously before taking the towel I offered 
her. Together, we managed to collect everything that leaked out over the 
next few minutes as we held each other. When the flow was all but 
stopped, Diane indicated that she was ready for the shower.

As agreed, our shower _was_ quick - for the two of us sharing it, that 
is. Dried off, and back in my room, we quickly shed our robes so that we 
could share a skin to skin embrace as we kissed yet again. When it 
broke, I watched as Diane moved to turn down the covers on my bed, then 
lay on it before gesturing for me to join her. It took only a moment 
(!!), and I had her in my arms again: the two of us laying on our sides, 
spoon fashion, with me behind her. She was resting her head on one of my 
arms while the other was draped across her, her hand on top of mine as I 
cupped her breast. She wiggled around a little bit, and finally 
succeeded in nestling her smooth, warm butt in my 'lap', trapping my 
flaccid penis between her ass cheeks. We lay there like that for quite a 
while, softly discussing our love and future before we slowly drifted 
off to sleep.

I woke up the next morning to the wonderful sensation of Diane's breasts 
pressing into my back, and her lush pubic mound tickling the top of my 
ass. Having her there like that made me so happy, so proud, that I 
couldn't bear the thought of disturbing her - even though I 
*desperately* had to use the bathroom.

We must have laid like that for a half hour or more before there was a 
soft knocking at my door. I felt Diane wake up behind me, and indicated 
that I was awake. Then I heard Mom tell me "Mike, it's time for 
breakfast, if you're hungry." I thanked her, and said I'd be right down. 
As I listened to her footsteps fade away, I felt Diane move away from me 
a little, and quickly turned over to face her.

I told Diane "Its okay. Mom knows you're in here, even if she didn't say 
anything."

"How do you know?" she asked.

"I know because that's the first time in my LIFE that she hasn't stuck 
her head in the door to talk to me directly. If she didn't look in here, 
it's because she knew she didn't want to see what was here."

"She's upset that I'm here?"

"No, I don't think 'upset' - just getting used to it. I expect that her 
and Dad have talked about it, and she's still getting her mind around 
the idea that her 'little boy' is grown up enough to be thinking about 
girls - particularly you, who she likes - *that way*."

About that time, there was another small knock at the door, and when I 
answered, Holly stuck her head in. Seeing us awake, she opened the door 
enough to slip into my room, and leave some clothing on the chair by my 
desk, telling us "I thought I'd save you some time and trouble by 
bringing some clothes for Diane."

Diane blushed slightly, and both of us thanked her for her 
thoughtfulness. She smiled in reply, and quickly made her way back out, 
closing the door behind her.

Diane and I *almost* didn't make it to breakfast. We started 'helping' 
each other get dressed, and it nearly turned into another lovemaking 
session before my stomach growled, telling BOTH of us that we needed 
nourishment.

When we got downstairs, and seated at the table, Mom and Dad were both 
careful not to notice - thus have to comment on - the giant bruise on my 
neck, or the tooth marks that bore witness to how it got there. Holly's 
eyes got HUGE, and it was all she could do not to stare - at either or 
both of us. She only managed to get herself back together when Mom gave 
her a Look as she handed Holly one of the dishes of food.

Diane tried to help Mom with the dishes when breakfast was over, and got 
chased out of the kitchen for her efforts as Mom told her "Now you just 
go on, Diane - I'm sure you'd rather be with Mike than me."

Diane and I spent most of the morning in the backyard, splashing around 
in the pool; a little before lunch, I took her home - and went inside 
with her so the two of us could tell her parents we were a Couple. Both 
of them actually seemed pleased at the news, and her dad even went as 
far as to shake my hand.

That afternoon, I went about the task of making sure my truck was ready 
for the trip - changing oil, topping off the various fluids, giving it a 
bath, cleaning it out, and so on. While I was working, Holly came out to 
talk with me for a while. At one point, she put her hand on my back and 
saw me flinch; she quickly pulled my shirt back and looked at the wounds 
Diane's fingernails had left. She didn't say anything to me, but her 
eyes again got big at the sight.

That evening, the last before I left for school, Mom and Dad took me and 
Holly out for dinner. When we got back, I was surprised when it was Mom 
that asked me if I'd like to call Diane and invite her over.

I didn't hesitate to make the call, and went over to pick up Diane in my 
truck. She invited me in when I got there, and I spent a couple of 
minutes talking with her folks before she came in with a small overnight 
bag in her hand.

She asked if I was ready, and after I nodded that I was, she told her 
parents "I'll be spending the night with Mike, and tomorrow morning with 
Holly. I'll give you a call if I'm going to be any later than lunchtime, 
okay?"

They easily agreed, and the two of us wished them good night.

Once in the truck and on the way home, I asked Diane "Okay, I'll play - 
what was that all about?"

She looked a bit sheepish, then defiant, before she told me "This 
afternoon, Momma and I talked for a little while - about me, and you - 
because she saw the big hickey on your neck, and figured I gave it to 
you. I told her that you'd asked me to be your girlfriend, and after she 
asked me, I confessed that you were the one I gave my virginity to - and 
that you were the ONLY one I've 'been' with. I was surprised when she 
just told me that she was glad that I was on the Pill, and that I was 
being so careful about who I was with. She said she'd talk to Daddy, and 
a little while later, they called me into the living room."

I nodded, and she went on "Once I was there, Daddy told me that he and 
Momma had talked about me and you, and that he understood it. He told me 
that he wasn't happy to see his little girl growing up, but that he was 
proud that I was being so careful and responsible about who I was with. 
Then he told me that he thought you were a pretty nice boy, and had a 
good head and heart. He told me that he wasn't going to make any fuss 
about it, even though I'm still technically a minor. Then he and Momma 
just told me that they loved me, and to be careful."

I nodded my understanding, and a couple minutes later, pulled into our 
driveway. The two of us went inside, and as I went into the family room, 
Diane went upstairs to leave her bag in my room. A minute or so later, 
she joined us, and we all enjoyed a comedy that Holly had gotten that 
afternoon. By the time it ended, it was getting a little late, and Mom 
and Dad said they were going to bed. Diane, Holly, and I said that 
sounded like a pretty good idea. Holly stayed behind to clean up the 
family room a bit, but Diane and I held hands as we made our way to my 
room. As Diane and I got to the door to my room, Mom and Dad were at the 
door to theirs; both of them turned to us and wished us a good night, as 
though we were a married couple just like them. Diane and I hadn't been 
in my room but a minute when there was a knock at the door. Diane 
answered, and Holly came in to wish us both a good night, and giving us 
each a *serious* kiss to show she meant it. With that out of the way, 
she quickly left us, closing the door behind her.

Diane and I looked at each other, and by unspoken agreement, started 
undressing. I finished first, and went over to turn down the bed covers; 
as I was getting into bed, Diane came over to join me. She turned to me 
and put her hand on my face before saying "Mike, I love you. I love 
making love with you, and just being around you. I like to touch you, 
and be touched BY you. What we had last night was something special, and 
I don't want to mess it up by trying to do anything like it tonight. All 
I want for us tonight is to be together, in each other's arms. You're 
going off to college tomorrow, and we both know it's going to be a while 
before you come back to visit - and I want the memory of us holding each 
other tonight so that I'll be able to remember it until we can do it 
again."

I didn't bother trying to say anything. All I wanted was to make this 
night special, too, if in a different way; and what Diane wanted for us 
that night was as special as anything else that I'd thought of. I simply 
smiled and nodded my agreement before opening my arms to her. She 
quickly and happily moved into them, and the two of us soon got 
ourselves settled into a comfortable position. Neither of us spoke as we 
eventually drifted off to sleep: happy and content to be next to each 
other, there wasn't anything for us TO say.

The next morning, I woke up early - well before the alarm I'd set. 
Still, I was surprised to find Diane awake, and looking at me. I raised 
an eyebrow in question, and she told me "I like looking at you, even 
when you're asleep. Or maybe *especially* when you're asleep. Is that 
okay?"

"Well, if I'm sleeping, I guess I don't much care one way or the 
other." I answered, making her smile.

A few moments later, she told me "Mike, I think there's something you 
should do before you leave."

"What's that?"

"Make love to Holly."

"Excuse me? Am I hearing my girlfriend tell me that I should jump my 
sister before I head off to college?"

She grinned at me, and answered "Yes, that's what you're hearing. You 
and I have had two *wonderful* nights together, and that's enough to 
keep me going until you come back again. But you haven't really spent 
_any_ time with Holly, and I know that she wants to be with you again, 
at least once. Would you?"

I thought it over a few moments, and finally told her "If Holly comes in 
here and makes it clear she wants me to make love with her, I will. If 
she comes in here and just wants to snuggle, I'll do that, too."

Diane just grinned at me, and got out of bed. She quickly put on her 
robe, and quietly left my room without latching the door. A couple 
minutes later, Holly came in, carefully closing the door behind her. 
When she turned around to face me, she simply unfastened her robe and 
let it drop to the floor, exposing her nakedness to me.

Looking me squarely in the eye, she said "Diane told me that if I came 
down here, you would do what *I* wanted: make love or snuggle, my 
choice. I know she loves you *very* much, and if she's willing to share 
you with me the morning you leave for college, I'm damn well going to 
take her up on it. I don't know if we'll ever get another chance, and I 
want to feel you inside me, at least ONE more time."

"And where IS Diane?"

"She's staying in my room, so if Mom comes by, she can make it seem like 
I'm still in my room. So, you wanna?"

My answer to that was to simply throw the bedcovers back, leaving myself 
as exposed as she was.

With a big smile on her face, Holly quickly moved to join me on the bed, 
giving me a big kiss as she hugged me. When our kiss broke, she gently 
pushed me onto my back before saying "You just lay back, big brother. 
Ever since Diane told me I could have you, I've been getting hotter and 
hotter, so you don't have to worry about me - just let me get you 
started, and I'll take it from there."

I nodded my acceptance, and Holly quickly moved herself down my body, 
then between my legs. With a mischievous smile and a twinkle in her eye, 
she leaned forward to take my slowly inflating penis in her mouth as she 
used her fingernails along my thighs. She gently sucked on me as she 
used her tongue to draw a variety of patterns on the underside, 
stimulating me tremendously. It wasn't long before I was almost 
completely erect, and Holly's lips were sliding up and down my member. A 
couple more minutes, and both of us knew that I was completely hard, and 
ready for her. She made one last down and back up my manhood, leaving a 
coating of her hot saliva as lubrication for what she planned next. She 
quickly moved to put her knees on each side of me as she positioned 
herself over my glistening manhood. With that done, she took it in her 
hand, holding it steady as she lowered herself until I felt it brushing 
her dark red thatch. As she used the head of it to part her labia, I 
could see how they shined with her feminine oils - and I could even see 
where some of her essence had even trickled a little way down the inside 
of one of her thighs.

Satisfied that she was in the right position, Holly didn't hesitate any 
longer: with my glans pressing against her opening, she lowered herself 
onto it, taking nearly half my length in a single motion. She raised 
herself up a bit, and then lowered herself again, stopping only when her 
pubic hair was merged with mine. I don't think she realized she did it, 
but I heard her murmur "Oh, GOD, that feels so good!"

She waited like that for several seconds, savoring the sensation of 
having me fill her once again. Only when she felt my hands move to 
caress her thighs did she open her eyes to look at me as she started 
slowly moving herself over me.

As she'd asked, I wasn't worrying about her - but I was damned well 
trying to hold back so that *I* could enjoy this as long as possible, 
too. In only a couple of minutes, the only sound in my room was the 
liquid sounds of our union, and Holly's soft panting as she found the 
rhythm that pleased her most. As she was impaling herself on my manhood, 
I delighted in watching the gyrations of her breasts as they moved on 
her chest; after a few more minutes, all I wanted to do was get my hands 
and lips and mouth on them.

When Holly felt my hands on her hips, she opened her eyes, then 
gradually slowed her motions before looking at me in question. I told 
her "I want to be able to kiss you, and suck on your tits."

She quickly agreed, and the two of us carefully moved toward the head of 
the bed so I could prop myself up with a couple of pillows. Once I was 
ready, Holly happily resumed her self-impalement - but this time, she 
was kind enough to lean forward so her breasts were within range. I 
quickly put my hands over them, again marveling at how smooth, how firm 
- yet soft - they were before I released one of them long enough to take 
it's nipple between my lips. In short order, I was nursing at it like a 
newborn babe, even as I used my hand on its mate, squeezing and 
caressing breast and nipple by turns. In only a minute, I could hear 
Holly's breathing increase as she started moaning softly in reaction to 
what I was doing to her delightful mammaries.

When I'd gotten the one nipple hard and long in my mouth, I readily 
switched over to perform a similar service on it's twin - and ratcheting 
Holly's pleasure and arousal that much higher. I took a few moments to 
look down between us, and saw that Holly was as wet as I'd ever seen 
her: her secretions had thoroughly wetted _both_ our pubic areas, and 
her labia were all but dripping from her arousal as they alternately 
stretched out, then disappeared in response to the way she was hunching 
herself over me. Holly was as tight and hot as she had been before, but 
this time she was also so much wetter inside than before, too. The 
spicy, musky-sweet scent of her filled my nose as I went back to 
squeezing and gently pulling on her breasts and nipples.

A few more minutes, and I could feel myself passing that point of no 
return: I knew that it wasn't going to be much longer before I filled my 
sister with my hot seed. I quickly scanned her, and found that she 
wasn't far behind me - but she *was* behind me on the path to release. I 
still didn't want to disappoint her, so I put my hand on her lower belly 
and started caressing her erect and visible clitoris with my finger - 
softly stroking it in time with her rise and fall over me. From the way 
her breath caught in her throat when I first touched her, and how her 
vagina started clasping at me as I continued, I knew that I was easily 
going to be able to get her off.

We continued like that for another couple of minutes when Holly suddenly 
almost slammed herself down onto my penis before her vagina clamped down 
on my so hard it was _almost_ painful. I hadn't been scanning her, so 
this was all a surprise to me - but a pleasant one as I felt her 
internal muscles spasming around my hardness. It took only a couple 
sessions of that incredible sensation before I felt my balls tighten up 
as I started to empty myself into her. The sensation of spurt after 
spurt of my hot semen flooding her insides seemed to make Holly's orgasm 
that much stronger: she tried to press herself onto me even more, and 
the soft groans she emitted between her gasps for breath.

Even though it had been over a day since the incredible experience I'd 
shared with Diane, I still didn't have that much semen in me; as 
wonderful as it felt to empty myself into Holly, I only had so much to 
give: it was only the milking sensations of her hot vagina that kept me 
semi-erect after I'd unloaded everything I had into her. I was truly 
amazed at how long Holly's orgasm was lasting, even though I was gently 
pressing against her clitoris each time I felt her tightening around me. 
Finally though, I felt them start to taper off, and as they did, I 
softened then stopped my touch on her sensitive nubbin. A few moments 
after I pulled my hand from between us, Holly all but collapsed in my 
arms, gasping for breath as after-tremors of her release washed through 
her.

We sat/laid there like that for several minutes as both of us got our 
breath and senses back. I scanned Holly a few times, and wasn't 
surprised when she suddenly raised herself up long enough to throw her 
arms around me for the fiercest hug I'd ever gotten from her. I hugged 
her back - though not as tightly - and after a little bit, she released 
her hold on me so that she could lift her head to give me a kiss that 
*almost* got me hard again.

When the kiss finally ended, Holly laid her head on my chest, and told 
me "Thank you, big brother. That was one of the best I've had, ever - 
with you OR Diane. I'm going to remember that for a LONG time, and not 
just because of why I was here." I put my arms around her again, holding 
her, and the two of us were content to simply be with each other for a 
little while.

Holly finally told me "Mike, I really DO have to get up - I know Diane 
is covering for me, but I still want to clean up a little bit, and it's 
probably better if I'm actually in my own room when Mom comes around."

"That's fine, Holly. It's nice holding you like this, but I know we 
don't want to push it, either. If you want it, there's a towel over 
there on my chair; we can probably get close enough for you to grab it, 
if you want."

"I do want, thanks, Mike."

We carefully wormed our way toward the edge of the bed until Holly could 
finally stretch out enough to reach the towel - looking at her tight 
body stretched out like that was it's own reward. A couple minutes 
later, she was standing by the edge of the bed, cleaning ME off to, with 
the explanation "Diane was nice enough to let me borrow you; I'm not 
going to give you back any messier than I have to!"

My penis finally cleaned of our combined juices, Holly started for the 
door. I quickly scanned Mom and Dad, and found that Mom was getting 
ready to head for the bathroom. I told Holly "Wait a minute - I think I 
hear something!". She paused, and both of us heard the sound of a door 
opening. Knowing that Diane would wait for Holly to get back, Holly 
understood that it had been either Mom or Dad. A moment later, we heard 
the bathroom door close, and Holly smiled at me, saying "Thanks, Mike!" 
before quickly heading back for her own room. Diane had barely gotten 
into my room and closed the door behind her when we heard the bathroom 
door open.

When she turned around to look at me, Diane made a show of sniffing the 
air before saying "Yeah, Holly wanted some time with you!" and grinning 
at me.

"You're okay with that?" I asked.

"Yeah, for now. Holly and I have talked before, and she's told me that 
as much as she likes making love with you, she wants to find her own 
guy. She wanted you to be her first, and since you were so nice about 
it, she realized that you would be a good teacher for the other stuff 
she wanted to find out about. She knows she's safe with you and all 
that, but she also knows that the two of you can't keep doing it, 
either. If this wasn't the last time she makes love with you, I'll bet 
it's pretty close to it. So, yeah, I'm okay with it."

That said, she easily moved to the bed and lay down next to me. I turned 
on my side, and Diane laid on her back in front of me, her legs draped 
over mine. The effect was that she was 'sitting' on my 'lap' as I held 
her breast in my hand. We lay there like that for quite a while, quietly 
talking about our future plans until we heard Mom knock at the door to 
tell us that breakfast would be ready before long. Both of us knew that 
I needed a shower, and Diane went along to 'help' me by making sure all 
of my parts were properly cleaned. Dried and dressed, the two of us went 
down to the lavish breakfast Mom had prepared.

Around mid-morning, I got started loading my truck with the stuff I was 
taking to school; Diane and Holly both helped. Holly knew she couldn't 
give me the kind of going away kiss she wanted in public, so she took 
the opportunity to give it to me when just the two of us were in the 
garage. When I was all packed and ready to go, Mom and Dad came out too, 
to see me off. Dad surprised me by sticking his hand out for me to shake 
and telling me "I know you're going to do just fine, Mike, but be 
careful, okay?"

I assured him I would, and Mom moved in to give me a tearful kiss on the 
cheek. Diane was last, and she didn't hesitate to let me know that she'd 
be missing me. Mom and Dad carefully looked away; Holly just watched and 
grinned. I took the chance to give Diane's ass a quick squeeze.

The drive wasn't anything difficult, though I did make a couple of wrong 
turns while trying to find my new home. I caught my mistake quickly 
enough, though, and easily got back on track.

The guys - Bill Elliott, the chemist, and Don Jacobs, the math major - 
cheerfully came out to help me get moved in. My first load of stuff, I 
saw that I had a couple of letters in my 'in' basket: some time 
previously, someone had the idea of nailing a small basket by the door 
to each bedroom to hold any mail that came for that person. With all my 
stuff unloaded from the truck, I quickly checked the letters, and found 
that both of them were from Aunt Paula and Uncle Jack. The first held a 
short letter letting me know what was happening on the farm, and 
reminding me that I was supposed to visit them at least once a month. 
The other held a check from Uncle Jack, for an amount equal to my third 
of the rent and utilities, plus an additional twenty percent. No, I 
wasn't going to be throwing any parties on Uncle Jacks money, but I 
wasn't going to have to miss out on a movie or anything, either.

Bill and Don quickly agreed to my offer to spring for fast food as 
thanks for their help getting moved in. It told me something about them 
that they considered a trip to McDonalds to be a treat.

The next few days, they kept their promise to show me around, and they 
gave me plenty of help getting set up for school. The first Saturday I 
was there, I was ready and waiting for the cleanup, and did my chores 
willingly and without hesitation. Both Bill and Don seemed mildly 
impressed by it, as they did about my care about cleaning up after 
myself.

The first time I went to dinner with Aunt Paula and Uncle Jack, I asked 
Aunt Paula if she'd mind if I brought one of the guys I lived with next 
time. She assured me that I could bring both of them, if I wanted, and 
sent me back with the leftovers from our meal. I shared the food she'd 
sent - along with all the vegetables and fruit they'd loaded me up with 
- with the guys, who seemed grateful. My next trip to the farm, both of 
them accepted the offer of Sunday dinner. Aunt Paula was in seventh 
heaven having so many large appetites; Bill and Don both complimented 
her repeatedly on her cooking, pleasing her immensely.

After than, I didn't have any problem getting them to go along when I 
went out for 'Sunday dinner' - even if one or both of them couldn't make 
it, Aunt Paula made sure I took back the leftovers so they didn't miss 
out. Even when the weather turned cool, and the fresh stuff was gone, 
she sent along the canned food she'd prepared. It was *almost* as good - 
and still a long shot better than what they served in the school dining 
hall (or 'gageteria' as it was referred to).

I managed to get home a few times, and spent every available minute with 
Diane - the two of us even sleeping at HER house once. Her parents were 
going out for a weekend, and didn't want to leave the house empty; they 
told her that I was welcome to stay there with her, knowing full well 
that Diane and I would share a bed.

By the time the semester ended, I'd done well enough in my classes that 
I made the Dean's List - something that had Dad (and Uncle Jack, as I 
learned) nearly busting with pride.

Right before I left for Christmas break, Bill and Don told me that they 
figured they'd made a good choice letting me move in: both of them were 
MORE than happy with the way things had worked out - and not just 
because of Aunt Paula's cooking, either!

The rest of my Freshman and Sophomore time at school, things went along 
pretty much the same way - meals with Aunt Paula and Uncle Jack while I 
was at school, and my time at home spent with Diane. Each time I came 
home, it seemed that Diane and I got that much closer, and loved each 
other even more. The sex between us was *always* terrific, but the time 
OUT of bed meant a lot to us, too. Holly found herself a boyfriend; he 
treated her like the royalty she was, even _without_ my input.

Every semester at school saw me on the Dean's List, and each semester, 
my grade point average increased a bit, as well. As Dad and Uncle Jack 
had planned, I *was* able to focus on my studies, and it showed. Sure, I 
could have used my 'skills' to beat the system, but what would that have 
gotten me? Besides, I *liked* learning all this stuff. And thanks to 
Uncle Jack, I didn't have to miss out any fun during my free time, 
either. By the time I got my diploma, I was in the top one percent of my 
class, and graduated with honors. To my surprise, not only my folks, and 
Aunt Paula and Uncle Jack, but *every single one* of the farmers showed 
up for the ceremony - embarrassing the hell out me with their cheers 
when I was handed my diploma.


END (?)

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