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Jan's First Time
Jan's First Time (M/teen-f, cons) - 3/5
By Dorsai dorsai@mail.com
Note: this is a about consensual sex between a teenage female and
an adult male. If the idea of sex between a female and male
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Over the course of the last year, Jan (then 15, of my best
friend Paul) and I had gotten more and more physically intimate with each
other - stopping *just* short of actual intercourse.
On the other hand, Jan had gotten me to 'introduce' her best friend,
Kelly, to sexuality - and Kelly was far more adventurous (and mature,
emotionally and intellectually) than Jan. Kelly asked me to be the first
to make love to her - vaginally AND anally.
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After my experience with Kelly, both were more than happy to spend
time together; and particularly with me. I continued to pull Responsible
Adult Figure duty for Paul when he was out of town on business trips,
though now mostly for the sake of the boys, Leo and John, than for Jan. At
my suggestion, she'd started talking to Paul about some of the things that
were going on in her life, at school, and so on; the result was that he'd
come to learn that she had a pretty good head on her shoulders, and had a
lot of maturity for her age (which, of course, I could easily have
verified, if not for fear that Paul would kill me if he ever found out how
I'd learned it!). With her increased freedom and responsibilities, Jan had
flourished, and shown that she could handle it, and each time she did,
earned herself a bit more freedom, and so on. The trick was that Paul
trusted Jan to be responsible for herself; he didn't figure she was *quite*
up to handling her brothers, as well - no matter how well behaved they were
(most of the time).
For her part, Kelly asked a couple of times if we could get together
again, but I'd always begged off on the excuse of work, or other plans.
Not that I wouldn't have enjoyed it, mind you, but I was determined not to
do anything with Kelly that could conceivably Jan.
So it was that several times, I'd be at Paul's place, with the involved in various nearby athletic events (usually at the park a couple
blocks away), with Jan and Kelly keeping me company - usually snuggled up
next to me on the couch in the den, watching a movie. With spring in full
bloom, and easing it's way into summer, the were almost invariably
dressed in shorts (or short skirts) and lightweight tops (tank tops or
T-shirts). The result was that it was always easy for me to caress a
smooth, firm thigh or hold a firm, braless breast. They usually had a hand
inside my tickling my chest hairs or just laying on a pectoral
muscle, or on my thigh (and if one or both was frisky, holding or caressing
my penis through my pants).
One memorable evening, we were sitting there, watching "9 1/2 Weeks"
(they usually chose the movie, a medium-to-hard 'R') when Kelly looked up
at me and asked straight out if she could spend the 4th of July holiday
with me - at MY place.
When she said that, Jan looked up, and asked, "Yeah, Uncle Dan! That's
a good idea! Kelly's folks will be gone on a cruise for a week, and she'll
be home alone. If she could stay with you a couple days, she wouldn't be
so lonely at home. And I *know* she wants to spend some more 'private'
time with you!"
Why did I get the feeling that the whole thing had been orchestrated?
After a bit of badgering, and a little negotiation, I finally
capitulated, and agreed - but ONLY after satisfied that Jan really was okay
with the idea of Kelly and I being alone together. As much fun as Kelly
was, Jan was my best friends daughter, and as much a to me as if
she'd been mine. Not in any size, way, shape, or form would I knowingly or
willingly do _anything_ to her, in any way.
With that settled, the shared a look, and we went back to watching
the - though the and I were soon molesting each other more than
usual.
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Between the time that Jan and Kelly ambushed me about letting Kelly stay
with me during the 4th of July holidays and the time of the event, Jan
reassured me several times that she was fine with it, without any
questioning or prompting by me (or, to my knowledge, Kelly). She and Kelly
had been best friends for nearly two thirds of their lives, and knew
each other about as well as two people could. I trusted that Jan was
sincere, and knew what she was saying, but have to admit that the
reassurance made me feel better.
Soon enough, it was the start of the holiday - and as agreed, Kelly
turned up at my door late in the afternoon. A few months than Jan,
she already had her license, and her - ever willing to spend money
on her, rather than time WITH her - had bought her a shiny new VW Beetle
for her birthday, in her choice of a bright yellow. When *I'd* asked her
what she wanted for her birthday, Kelly had told me that I'd already given
it to her, the afternoon we'd had together - enthusing that it had been the
best present she'd gotten, ever, from anyone (which made me feel rather
pleased with myself for several days).
After I'd let her in, she seemed a bit nervous, but still comfortable
about the situation. I got her something to drink - a beer, at her request
- and we chatted for a bit, during which time she said that she'd parked
around the corner a bit, so that anyone seeing her car might think that it
wasn't HER car. I pointed out that it was as likely to be towed or stolen
left out like that, and said that she was more than willing to park it in
my driveway; or, if she was worried about getting me in trouble, in my
garage. She agreed, and having had only a few sips of her beer, I was
willing to let her get it, after she said she'd rather park it in the
garage. So, a couple minutes later, I had the garage door open when she
pulled into the driveway, and then into the garage, stopping next to my
Volvo. Once the garage door closed, she seemed to calm down considerably,
and after getting out of her car, planted a kiss on me that damn near
curled my toes. After that, I wasn't reluctant about holding her asscheek
in my hand as we went back into the main part of the house. I had a
smallish (a touch under 3000 square foot) 3-bedroom, 2-bath house, with one
of the bedrooms set up as a home office/lab that I used as part of my
business as an independent engineer (I focused on distributed
control/automation systems). Once settled back into the 'family' room, we
settled down to just talk for a little while. As intelligent as she was,
and incredibly at 16, we got along surprisingly well, despite our
nearly 30-year age difference: we'd found that we were quite comfortable
sitting and talking, or - most amazingly of all - simply being together;
reading, listening to music (she'd learned an appreciation of my preferred
Classical music), or simply sitting there.
After a while, I offered to give a tour of the place, and she readily
agreed. Starting in the room we were in, I explained all the things that
I'd had done to the place. From there, to the living room area, then to
the 'spare' bedroom that I'd actually furnished as a bedroom, if sparsely.
Then to my home office, which seemed to impress her mightily - "How much is
all this stuff *worth*?" , "Oh, new, it cost probably somewhere between a
hundred-fifty and two hundred thousand; it's worth less now." - when she
saw all the test equipment, my intranet, computers, and all the
electronics. The master bedroom was next, where she saw that I lived a
fairly simple lifestyle with fairly simple tastes: Queen-sized bed, simple
- but high-quality - furnishings, plain designs for linens and such. Then
on to the kitchen, which was equipped as expected, but laid out better than
most. It was there that she finally noticed that as we'd walked through
the house, lights had come on and then gone off without me touching any
switches, and that the kitchen had a touch screen LCD display. Asking me
about it, I explained that the house was a semi-custom design, and custom
built: I'd deliberately had it constructed in such a way as to make adding
a home automation and control system easy. From there, I had to explain
that the house was able to detect people, and switched lights on and off as
necessary, as well as monitoring the time of day, weather, and so on to
minimize energy consumption; it was even able to 'remember' what my routine
was, and simulate it (with minor variations) while I was gone, so as to
convince a potential burglar that I was actually home. I even had to
demonstrate the voice-controlled distributed audio/video and communications
systems by standing in the middle of the kitchen, calling Jan on the phone,
and talking to her without touching anything, and having an HBO channel
display on the LCD screen in the kitchen. .She went on to ask about the
house itself, and I had to tell her the of how I'd had to fight with
the designer to get permission to modify it from his original plans to
something *I* could use, and then tried 3 different builders before I found
an independent willing to do the quality kind of job I wanted, as opposed
to the minimum-standard called 'The Code'. She even laughed when I told
her how I'd walked out on one builder after he tried to slip me a contract
that fell back on 'the code', rather than committing to the higher
standards *I* wanted. The house had wound up costing me nearly 25% more
than its 'to code' equivalent, but was fully twice the quality. When she
asked about whether or not I was worried about someone coming in and
stealing everything, I had to show her the basics of the security system,
including the high-tech ring I wore that literally talked to one of the
computers in the office and opened the door FOR me (even though I did have
high-security key-operated locks for emergency backup, I'd never had to use
them). She finally realized that despite the high-tech look, all of it was
very livable for people, and energy-efficient, what with 12" outside walls,
solar supplemented energy, and all the other features I'd designed in.
Following that, she had to know what it was that I did for a living, and
I explained to her that I was an independent engineer, specializing in
distributed and automated control systems. As such, I made enough to keep
myself comfortable, without having to worry about having the time to do
things that I wanted to - my customers were an extremely loyal bunch,
having learned that my higher prices were more than paid for by the higher
quality and reliability of my work.
We eventually found our way back to the room, and continued our
conversation.
"Dan, why did you say that I could park in your driveway, instead of
letting me park my car where I did?"
"Because I'm not too worried about anyone saying anything about you
being here."
"Not even my folks? Why not?"
"I don't mean any offense, but I figure it this way: if your folks were
worried, they would have made other arrangements BEFORE they left on their
cruise. If anyone else sticks their face in it, I just tell them to buzz
off - it's none of their business."
'But what if my *did* find out? Or DO find out?"
"If they really objected, then I suspect that I'd have to get lawyers
involved - I'd probably try Susan's dad, first. I think the argument could
be made that you're and enough to be making your own decisions,
considering how you've said that your are to you. And if it
*really* got bad, and you didn't object, the argument could be made that
their lack of attention and concern constituted neglect, if not outright
abuse, and that your time with me - setting aside any physical contact -
was supportive and caring."
"I don't know if I'd want my and Dad described that way, but if it
was them or you, then I'd let it happen. They've never beaten me, or
anything like that; it was more like they just really didn't want to be
bothered, like I was taking up too much of their time. Not like you - I
mean, all we've done so far has been *talk*; you spend more time talking to
me than my do, and about more important stuff. And even when it's
not about important stuff, you talk to me like I've got a brain and can
understand what you're talking about. I mean, even when you were telling
me about your house, and all the stuff you've done to it, you told me what
was going on without using baby-talk."
"Kelly, I like you for YOU, who you are inside. You're smart, you're
more grown up than a lot of the so-called adults I know, you're pretty -
very much so! - but that's not why I like spending time with you."
"I'll say! I've been here what, a couple of hours, now? - and you
*still* haven't jumped my bones yet; all you've done has been play with my
butt for a little bit after I put my car in the garage!"
I laughed, and said "Well, that's not _entirely_ my fault, now, is it?
After all, YOU were the one that decided to plant yourself in the room and talk, and then you just *had* to have the tour of the place - and
didn't say or do anything, even when I showed you BOTH bedrooms. So if
you're not getting the kind of reception you want, you've got to be a
little more explicit about what you want - you KNOW that I'm not the kind
of guy to just start humping your leg or anything just cause you're in the
room!"
She laughed, too, and replied "Yeah, yeah, yeah. Okay, you want
'explicit'? How's THIS!" - stood up, unzipped the sundress she was
wearing, and let it drop - revealing that she didn't have a thing on under
it.
Yeah, that was pretty explicit - from her trim calves and thighs, to the
soft, dark cloud at their juncture to the soft, curved hips to the trim
waist to the firm, flat belly to the swells of her firm,
half-a-large-orange sized with their dark nipples, to the soft
shape of her shoulders, to her slender neck, to her cute face with the
incredibly beautiful hazel eyes, to her straight black hair. With the
warmer weather, she'd apparently gotten a head start on a summer tan; even
with her olive complexion, I could see slightly paler areas around her
breasts and pelvis where her (obviously bikini) swimsuit covered her.
With a smile on my face at the defiant look she had, I calmly stood up,
and took my clothes off, as well - though more slowly because of having
more than just the one item to discard. Eventually, though, I was as ready
as she was, if less appealing. She walked over to me, and we hugged for a
bit, her head tucked neatly under my chin, allowing me to smell the
fragrance of her shampoo, and warm, fresh girl.
When we separated, I stepped back a bit, and sat down, pulling her -
kneeling - down onto my lap. More evenly situated, we started kissing.
First softly, then more and more passionately, until we were all but fused
together at the lips and tongue. Eventually, though, we did have to break
- if more from a need for oxygen, than wanting to.
When we did break, I had to assure her "Kelly, we've got the next couple
of days, so there's no hurry on any of this. Let's just take it easy, and
_enjoy_ the time and situation. I promise, it will make for a happier time
and better memories."
She smiled, and blushed a little, and replied by saying "Yeah, I suppose
so. But it's been so long since that first time, and I *really* want us to
be together!"
"That's fine, I understand, and even agree. But that doesn't mean we
have to rush into it, either. Remember the fun we had last time?"
"You bet I do!"
"Ask yourself this: would it have been as much fun it we'd only had ONE
hour, or even two, instead of the whole afternoon?"
"Uh, no, I guess not. Okay, I understand what you're saying."
"Good. Now we can just let what happens, happen. No pressure, no
hurry, no muss, no fuss. We'll make love while you're here. But that's
what we'll do: make LOVE, not just have sex, nice as that is sometimes.
There's no pressure or hurry on any of it. Take your time, and savor the
time and experiences we have together."
With that, she seemed to understand that her time with me was precious -
to BOTH of us, and relaxed a bit. And with that relaxation, she was less
demanding, and being less demanding, she was better able to enjoy the
experiences we had over the next couple of days. Such as
Making love on the couch. I was sitting, and she planted herself in my
lap, leaning back against my chest. We sat there like that while watching
a on TV; I started with my hands on her hips, and eventually moved
them so that I was holding her on my lap. Not satisfied, she soon pulled
them up so my arms were crossed and my hands holding her as my
growing erection started pressing against her mons. Gently squeezing her
breasts and tweaking her nipples, I started kissing her shoulders, and
before long, she was wriggling around, until the head of my penis was
pressing against her opening, and then with a little more wriggling and a
few up and down movements, inside her. As she slowly raised and lowered
herself on me, I reached a hand down to slowly and softly caress her erect
and prominent clitoris. We continued like that for perhaps 20 minutes
before she finally peaked. As her inner muscles milked me, it was enough
to trigger my own climax, and I flooded her hot, tight tunnel with my
spray.
Making love on the floor, in front of the fireplace. We'd showered
after the couch incident, dried off, and were laying in front of a small
fire in the fireplace when she got it into her head that she wanted a
condensed repeat of the first afternoon we'd had together: she started by
taking me into her mouth and softly me to erection, then quickly
squatting over me. Once ready, she slowly lowered herself onto my
saliva-slick rod, seating herself firmly into my lap. She paused a bit,
then began humping herself over me, sliding my erection nearly all the way
out before swiftly and firmly re-seating herself. After a few minutes of
that, she dismounted me, and pulled me up to a seated position before
moving to the side and getting on her hands and knees, telling me "Do me!
Like this!". Ever obliging, I did. Remembering how she'd reacted the
first time I'd had her this way, I wasn't gentle with her - just as she'd
wanted, judging from the moans and gasps she released. When I started to
get close to climaxing, she noticed the increased effort, and after a bit,
stopped me, saying "No! Don't shoot yet. I want you the other way, too!".
I withdrew, and she quickly lay down and rolled onto her back, spreading
her legs and her knees up, making herself easily accessible to me.
I laid over her, and she reached down to guide me into position, where I
quickly pressed myself home, merging our pubic hair. I quickly resumed my
previous rhythm, but having had a chance to draw back from the edge a bit,
was better able to apply myself to maximizing her pleasure. After a few
minutes, I reached down to lever her knees over my arms, so that her pelvis
was tilted up to me, allowing me to enter her as deeply and easily as
possible. Once in that position, I was soon almost pounding straight into
her, causing her to grunt with each impact of my pelvic bone against her
clitoris. As I felt my balls tighten up, Kelly began her orgasm; with my
pounding against her, her orgasm was among the strongest I'd ever seen, and
the clutching of her was finally enough to trigger me into my own
release - I pumped what seemed like quarts of semen into her before finally
collapsing over her, still careful to keep my weight off her. We lay like
that for several minutes, until my softening penis finally popped free of
her, releasing a wave of our combined juices to soak our still-merged pubic
hair.
Waking up on the receiving end of some truly outstanding oral sex.
Sated for the evening, Kelly and I had showered again, and (still nude)
spent the rest of the evening listening to music. When we were both
finally sleepy enough, we went to bed - together. Snuggling next to each
other, we fell asleep in the classic spoon position, her cute fanny tucked
neatly into my lap, my semi-erect penis securely resting between her ass
cheeks. When I woke up in the morning, it was to the feeling of her warm
mouth wrapped around my erect penis as she slowly moved her head up and
down on it. When she realized I was awake, she smiled at me as best she
could, and with a twinkle in her eye, moved around so that I could reach
her butt and mons. For some reason, she didn't want to move so that I
could return the favor, so I had to content myself with massaging her
clitoris, and sliding a finger or two into her vagina. The more I did it,
the more excited she seemed to get, judging from the wetness. Getting an
idea, I carefully applied some of her wetness to a finger, and began
massaging her anus. Gradually, I increased the amount of lubrication
available, until I was finally able to insert a finger - while keeping two
more in her vagina. That done, I quickly went to work pumping them in and
out of her, both at the same time for a while, then see-sawing them; having
both holes stimulated that way soon had her doing everything she could to
finish me: applying an incredible amount of suction to my penis, using her
tongue to tickle different parts of it, taking as much of me into her mouth
as she could (not quite deep-throating me), It didn't take long with such
mutual stimulation before I had to warn her of my impending climax. Her
vocal acknowledgement (the humming created a vibration that was *quite*
pleasing!) was enough to trigger it - in moments, I'd blasted the first of
several shots of into her eager mouth as she swallowed and on me
as best she could. About the time I started to soften, my efforts at her
nether regions were rewarded by the feeling of both her openings clamping
down on my fingers. Though unable to move them in and out, I was free to
wiggle them inside her, causing her second spasm to be nearly as strong as
her first, and the next to be only slightly less powerful. Eventually,
though, they stopped, and I was able to ease my digits from her - and
getting a few more shudders as I did so.
When she'd caught her breath, she moved back around, so that she was
lying next to me. She held my soft, sticky penis in her hand as she lay on
her side, her head on my shoulder. I put an arm around her so that my hand
was on her ribs, just below the curve of her breast, and kissed her on top
of her head.
As we lay there, she told me "I really didn't understand how much you
were trying to make this place nice to live in until last night."
"What do you mean?"
"I got up once to go get a drink of water, and as I was going to the
kitchen, some blue lights in the walls came on, but *real* low - enough to
let me see where I was going, but not enough to make me blind, you know?
And when I got to the kitchen, even those lights didn't come on all the
way; only about a quarter, maybe. I could see enough to get a glass and
everything, but it still wasn't enough to my eyes. Then, later, I had
to go to the bathroom, and as I got close to it, some of that same kind of
blue light came on inside, in the ceiling. It was like a nightlight, but
easier to see in. I went inside, and closed the door, and that one light
was enough to let me find everything. Then, this morning, when I started
to get out of bed, that computer voice told me what time it was, and what
the weather was outside, and asked me if I was ready for coffee. I don't
drink it, but I know you do, so I went ahead and told it yes. I had to
repeat it a couple times, but it eventually told me 'OK'. A little later,
I could smell coffee brewing!"
"Yeah, that's 'MABEL', the voice-activated computer.", I told her.
"Mabel?"
"Yeah - MABEL, as in Machine Access By English Language - M, A, B, E,
L."
"Oh! How cute!"
"C'mon. You were there yesterday when I showed you how I could make a
phone call and call up a cable channel on the screen in the kitchen. Each
time, I started out by saying 'MABEL'. What did you think I was saying?"
"Uh, I just thought that was some kind of code word, you know, to get
the machine's attention or something."
"Well, it does do that, but it's also the name of the system I designed.
When you had to repeat yourself, that was its way of learning to recognize
your voice. The next time it asks you a question, it will be able to
accept your answer faster. The down side is that as you start giving it
commands, you'll have to repeat them a couple time at first, as it learns
how to recognize your entire voice, and not just a few words. You can help
it by keeping your instructions simple."
"How?"
"For example, instead of telling her - I know it's a machine, but I
think of it as a 'her' - 'turn on the to 'All My Children' at eleven',
you would wait until the right time, and simply say 'mabel, TV, here, on,
channel ten'."
"What's the difference?"
"Mabel has enough 'smarts' to be able to figure out what you want from
what you say - as long as she recognizes your voice. But until she can do
that, you would have to repeat the instructions several times so she could
recognize the individual words. You can get the results you want faster,
while still helping her learn, by using the fewest words to get the idea
across. Once she knows your voice, you could use the first instruction -
she would 'parse' it to mean the second one. The difference between the
two is that the first is easier for us humans to say, while the second is
easier for Mabel to understand - even though both mean the same."
"Yeah. By making it easy on 'Mabel' for a little while at first, that
makes it easier for me later, for an even longer time."
"That pretty much sums it up."
"So how come Mabel doesn't answer up every time one of us says her name,
Dan?"
"The system is programmed so that the name has to be said first, with
emphasis, and a bit more loudly. Kind of like you would do if you were
trying to tell one person in a group to do something."
"Sure, that makes sense. How did you design this? I mean, how did you
know what you wanted to do, and how to make it happen?"
"It was pretty simple, actually. There has been home control and
automation stuff around for a long time. It was mostly technology
that was meant to just plug into an existing electrical system, and use
that wiring to communicate. I looked at what that system was able to do,
and then figured out how to do the same things better. Since I was
building the house from scratch, I didn't have the limit of only being able
to use the electrical system to communicate. That meant that I could
design in a lot more efficiency and flexibility by running wiring
specifically for what I planned to do. That I was able to do it in such a
way that it also used the same wiring as I wanted for the computers just
made it easier and more convenient. Cheaper even, since I could
electrically 'glue' common parts together to do what I wanted. Remember,
that's what I do for a living, so it's all pretty much second nature to me
by now!"
Pretty much satisfied, Kelly let the subject go, and we lay there for
quite a while before she spoke again.
"Dan?"
"Yes, dear?"
"It's okay with you if Mabel learns to recognize my voice?"
"Sure, why not?"
"I mean, for her to learn my voice, doesn't that mean that I would have
to be here for a while before it was any use?"
"Yes. Why?"
"Then doesn't that mean that you expect me here more? That it's okay if
I'm here more than just this one time?"
"Yup, that's what it means. Not that I *expect* you here more, only
that you're welcome to be here more, if you want. I'm not trying to demand
anything from you, only to let you know that if YOU want, you're welcome to
come back again."
"What about Jan?"
"Jan has her own family; you don't. And close as Jan and I are, it's
not as close as you and I are, I think; and in a different way. I love her
more like a daughter; you I love more like a friend or lover. Don't worry,
though, about her - if you *do* come back" - "I will!" - "then I'll talk to
her about it, and explain, if I have to. If she gets upset - I don't think
she will, but if she does - then it might be necessary for both of us to
get with her and discuss it."
"Uh, would it help if I talked to her first? As her best friend?"
"It wouldn't hurt, I suppose."
A little bit later, Kelly was surprised when Mabel informed us that the
coffee was old, and cautioning us (me) that it might burn the pot. I used
that as an excuse to get both of us up and into the shower before heading
into the kitchen (still nude) for a late breakfast of croissants and coffee
(me) and tea (Kelly).
Kelly and I spent the rest of the holiday in the house, dressing only
briefly to answer the door for food deliveries - pizza and food on
the two other evenings we spent together. With no pressures, we were able
to enjoy each others company the whole time - sometimes content to simply
lay on the bed and listen to music, other times sharing the couch for a
movie, or each of us reading, or even joining in the lost art of having
simple conversations with each other. We had several intimate times
together, as well. A few times, I'd use my mouth and hands on her to bring
her to climax without actually making love to her; sometimes she'd do the
same to me. A couple times we went into full-blown lovemaking sessions
that lasted an hour or better; and on one occasion, we partook in a mutual
masturbation that left us both thoroughly drained and exhausted. All in
all, it was a friendly, comfortable, affectionate weekend, with periods of
intimacy mixed in, versus a sex marathon held together with recovery
periods. By the time she left, I felt as close to her as I had anyone in
my entire life - and given her one of the electronic 'keys' to my house, in
the form of a fob for her key ring, so as to remain less obvious than the
ring I wore.
As she was leaving, Kelly stopped to give me one of her patented
ferocious hugs before looking up at me with tears in her eyes. When I
looked at her in concern, she simply smiled at me, and said "This was the
nicest time I've had with anybody - except for our first afternoon; and
even that was different than this. You were right, taking it easy and
savoring the experience just made it better. I love you more now than I
ever loved anybody. Not just for the making love - that was great! - but
for the intimacy of your *life* that you shared with me. If you're not
careful, you just might have me around here all the time!"
"Kelly, I enjoyed it too, for pretty much the same reasons. And what
makes you think that I would object to having you around here all the time?
You're smart, you're pretty, you brighten any room you're in, and I love
you, too."
Smiling, but with her eyes still sparkling from tears, she hugged me
again - more gently this time - and kissed me softly before getting into
her car. I opened the garage door, and she backed out, on her way to the
house she shared with her parents.
---------- ---------- ----------
It was a couple of days after Jan's birthday (Paul had bought her a
gently-used VW Rabbit, I a genuine eighth-carat diamond for her bracelet),
and Paul and I were sitting on the patio having a beer together. It was
early evening, and we'd been having a 'mild spell', so the temperature was
cool enough to make the patio worthwhile, but still warm enough to make the
beer taste good. We'd been there for an hour or so when Jan came out to
join us, sitting on the bench that diagonally faced the chairs we were
sitting on.
"Daddy, can we talk a minute?"
"Sure, Pumpkin. What's on your mind?", Paul answered.
"Well, I'm 16 now" - "yeah, I kinda noticed that!", Paul teased - "and I
think I'm pretty for my age."
"Yes, you are - that's why you've got your own car, and I haven't told
you where or when you can drive it.", Paul replied.
"Well, I think I'm enough to make some other decisions for myself,
too."
Paul responded, "Yeah, you _probably_ are.", with a trace of suspicion
in his voice.
"Well, there's something I've decided that I think I need to tell you
about."
"And that is?", Paul asked, now definitely suspecting something is going
on that he's not going to like.
"I've decided that I don't want to be a virgin anymore."
At that, Paul had a coughing fit while I decided everything in the back
yard needed my detailed examination - everything, that is, but Paul and
Jan. I tried generating an "I'm not here" field around myself, using sheer
will power.
When his coughing finally stopped, Paul looked at her, and said "And how
did you reach this decision?"
"Daddy, I'm *16*. I see all the sexy ads on TV, I've seen the nudity
and 'sexual situations' on movies, I hear the sex lyrics in songs - yes,
even the Country Western you like! - and all the rest of it. Daddy, all
that sex talk and everything is all around - did you really think I wasn't
going to catch on, sooner or later? And want to find out what it was all
about? This isn't the _Fifties_, for goodness sake; you can't pretend that
it doesn't happen! I mean, watch just ONE 'Victoria's Secret' ad on TV,
and you know _something_ is going on."
"So why are you telling me this?"
"Because I want to be honest with you, and when it happens, you know
that I didn't lose my mind, or that I got drunk or stoned and someone took
advantage of me. I'm telling you so that you know that I'm being about it, and not doing it from a passing desire, or anything like that.
Daddy, I've really, *really* _thought_ about it. I KNOW that once it
happens, I can't undo it. I KNOW that it will change me, forever - not
just physically, but mentally and all the rest."
"Okay, you've thought it through, and made your decision. But you
didn't have to tell me ahead of time, so why are you *really* telling me
this now?"
She paused a moment, and I started to take a hit from my Michelob when
she said "Because I want Uncle Dan to be the one."
Beer came out my nose.
Which, of course, precipitated a coughing/sneezing fit.
When it was over, I was still red-faced, eyes watering, and had a runny
nose - and could see that Jan was intently watching Paul, who was looking
at me as though the whole thing had been MY idea somehow, and he was ready
and willing to kill me for it, right on the spot.
I all but shouted "No fu- rigging way!". I'd never sworn around the
kids, but this was more provocation than I'd ever had before, too.
Jan looked a bit by that - the expression on her face almost broke
my heart - but I really NEEDED to get the point across to Paul that I had
no intentions or plans to ravage this delicate flower of his loins. It
took a bit, but once satisfied that I wasn't going to rip her clothes off
right on the spot and rape her before his very eyes, he seemed to
understand that this was NOT something I'd come up with, and turned back to
look at her.
Taking full advantage of the break, I stood up, told them "Look, this is
something you two need to talk about, without me here. Yeah, I know, it
seems to involve me, but I _really_ don't think there's anything I can say
that wouldn't upset one or both of you right now. So I'm going to go home.
When you two get things worked out, you know how to find me, Paul." That
said, I was out of there, like a rocket-assisted cheetah.
It was a week later, and I was at my office when my secretary let me
know, via intercom, that Paul was there, and wanted to talk to me. Knowing
it was coming didn't make it any easier, but I was damned if I was going to
avoid him, either; so I told her to let him in, and that I'd be unavailable
until further notice.
When he came in, I could see that he hadn't been getting much sleep -
and, surprisingly, that he didn't look particularly upset with me.
Once he was in a chair, I asked him if he wanted something to drink -
coffee, a soda, something a bit stronger? No, he didn't, but thanks
anyway. So I waited for him to say what was on his mind. After a bit, he
did.
"This really sucks."
"Yup."
"No, I mean, this *really* sucks. Big time."
"Yup."
"You aren't gonna help me with this, are you?"
"I don't know what you've got to say, so I don't know HOW to help,
Paul."
"She's serious, you know."
"I figured. She jokes around, but not about anything serious like
this."
"Why'd you leave?"
"Because I really didn't think there was anything I COULD say, just like
I told you. I'm damn well not going to say anything bad about her, but if
I'd pointed out anything good or right about what she was saying, you'd
have likely tried to take my head off, and felt sorry about it afterward."
"You are a smart sumbitch, aren'tcha?"
"I have my moments."
He snorted, and there was a long pause before he continued "She's been
calling me 'FATHER'."
All I'd _ever_ heard her call him was 'Daddy', and raised an eyebrow in
question.
"Yeah. 'Father'. She's been spending all her time in her room. Only
comes out for meals, and is so damn polite and formal with me that it even
scares Leo and John!"
THAT scared even ME - those two weren't afraid of anything in the known
universe, to my knowledge. I couldn't help but stare at him in disbelief.
"Yeah, Dan. And there's more. She won't have any of her friends over.
Won't take calls from them. Just sits in her room, doing
God-only-knows-what. I got up to get a drink of water the other night, and
could hear her in her bedroom - *crying* for chrissake!"
Hearing that even made MY heart hurt.
"Okay, Paul, so what are you going to do?"
"Damned if I know. That's why I'm here - to talk to you."
"Why? Like I said, I'm not going to say anything bad about her to make
you feel better, and I still figure that if I say anything in her favor,
you'll just figure I'm trying to get in her skivvies." Blunt, but I needed
to see if I could shake him out of his funk.
It didn't work. He just sat there some more, head hanging, before
finally looking up at me and saying "No, that much I've gotten straight.
Hell, it took me 4 days before I finally realized that there wasn't any of
this that I could blame on you; not even the sex education stuff. I mean,
that was stuff she needed to know anyway, really, so best I could figure
was that what it did was help her realize that sex wasn't something she
should just jump into."
"So what can I do, then?"
"I dunno. I feel like I gotta talk this out, and get my mind around it,
y'know?"
"Well, you can talk to me, but I don't know how much help I can be."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, are you going to get all pissed off at me if I tell you
something you might not want to hear, even if it's right and the truth?
Are you going to think I'm letting who she is, and what she is, influence
me if I tell you when I think she's got a valid point?"
For a minute, he looked hurt, and even a little offended while he
thought it through, but finally said "No, I guess not. One of the things
I've always liked about you is that you say what you think, without getting
too concerned about who it is."
He laughed a moment, and continued "Hell, I still remember that time you
stood up in that PR meeting our esteemed Senator threw, and all but called
him a two-faced, lying, thieving son of a bitch - right there in front of
all those cameras and God and everybody. Every time he'd try to weasel out
of it, you'd just use his own words to knock his dick in the dirt AGAIN!
And I've always admired the way you're able to kind of 'step back' from
something, even when it involves you, and give your God's-honest opinion
about the good and bad of it, as though you had no interest in it at all.
So, no, I don't think I'm going to get pissed at you. Me, maybe, but not
you. Just try not to rub my nose in it too much, willya?"
"Paul, you know I've *never* rubbed your nose in it about anything
serious. Yeah, I'll bust your ass from now to forever about little shit,
but when it's serious - and you better believe I think THIS is! - no, no
gloating."
He smiled at me bit, and said "Thanks. Now I just need to figure out
where to start."
"How about you just start, any place, and if I have a question or
something to say, I'll jump in. Sooner or later, we'll get to it all."
I watched as he collected his thoughts, and worked his way up to getting
started.
"I guess that first thing to say is to tell you WHY she picked you."
"This should be interesting!"
"Yeah. She said that she wanted YOU because she knew that you would be
patient and gentle with her; that you wouldn't do anything to her, and
that she trusted you enough to know that if was going to hurt, you would
make it as little as possible."
"*IF* it was me, yeah, *I* know I would. But what do YOU think?"
"On this one, I gotta admit I figure she's right. After the way you
dealt with that little shit that turned up in the back yard, there isn't a
doubt in my mind that you'd NEVER willingly do anything to her."
"Nice to hear, but for the sake of argument, let's check the other
options, okay?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, the way I see it, if she'd determined to do it, it's gonna
happen. If that's the case, then we can figure she's not stupid enough to
just pick some random dipstick; she's going to pick somebody that she
figures will at least *try* to do it right."
"Yeah, that makes sense."
"Okay, then, let's assume that it's NOT me that does it. That means
it's someone else. The question is, who? After this experience, can we
figure she's going to tell you who? Somehow, I don't think so - which
means that we have absolutely no idea whether it would be someone she was
really justified in taking the risk with: she may pick right, but I expect
it's more likely that she'll pick wrong. Not deliberately, but more likely
someone that doesn't really care *that* much - that is, someone that might
decide, after the fact, to run his mouth, or discovers he isn't as patient
and gentle as he said he could be, or something along those lines."
"Yeah, I get it. But doesn't that bring us back to you?"
"Yes - but only as ONE of several options."
"Such as?"
"Such as: I *am* the one. It's not a responsibility I want, but there
you go. Another choice is that it's someone you - or we - DO trust to not
only do it right, but keep quiet about it - like YOU."
"Like hell!"
"Ah, ah. I'm not saying it WOULD be you, just like I'm not saying it
WOULD be me - I'm only pointing out _options_."
He shot me a dirty look, but kept quiet as I continued "Another choice
is that you - or we - try to convince her to wait, hoping she'll change her
mind." Here, he snorted. Pretty much my estimation of the chances, as
well. She was the only person I'd ever met that could out-stubborn a _cat_.
"Another one is to try and redirect her to one or more choices that you
DO approve of; or maybe chaining her in her room so she CAN'T follow up on
any of it." Again, a derisive noise, matching my own opinion.
"Finally, there's the option of simply trying to wait it out by putting
up with the nonsense, ignoring her declarations, and hoping for the best:
that she gets tired of it, and it all blows over with nothing more
happening."
"Yeah, right. And Santa Claus is gonna bring me lots of presents this
year."
"Pretty much what I figured, too, but that's the choices I see."
"This sucks."
"Where have I heard that before?", I asked, and getting a dirty look in
return.
"What's the worst case?", he asked.
"Worst case I can figure?" - he nodded - "Hmmm. I suppose it would be
that she completely lost her mind, and picked some shithead from school
that took her out on a date, all but raped her in the back seat, knocked
her up and gave her a dose at the same time - then told all his buddies
about it the next day; with pictures or some other kind of proof."
"Oh, *joy*."
"Yeah."
He thought for a while, and said "So it sounds to me like the best deal
I'm likely to get out of this is to respect her decision, and try to make
the best of it."
"Probably, yeah."
He got an evil grin on his face, and said "Then, the best YOU can hope
for is the same thing: respect her decision, and try to make the best deal
you can."
Uh-oh.
"Meaning?"
"Meaning that if *I* have to cave in, then you aren't going to be far
behind, 'Uncle Dan'!"
Oh, SHIT.
"Except for one thing: I don't particularly *want* any part of this,
Paul."
"Yeah, like I do? You just said yourself, for either of us to be able
to tolerate this, it's going to have to be somebody we both know to do it
right. It sure as hell can't - ISN'T! - going to be me. We both know
she's not likely to pick someone else - unless YOU think you can stand The
Treatment like *I've* been getting!" We both knew I'd never manage it,
either.
He went on "There isn't any way that I'm going to get out of this
_happy_. But the thing that would make me least UNhappy is if it was
someone I knew and trusted - specifically, YOU, the guy she named in the
first place. As much as the idea of my little getting banged - and
particularly by my best friend - gripes me, at least with YOU, I know she's
not gonna get knocked up or catch something. At least with YOU, I know
it'll be by someone that will take their time and make it as easy and
painless as they can for her. At least with YOU, I know it'll be by
somebody that actually gives a shit about her. So, *buddy*, if _I_ gotta
bite it, you're next in line for a taste!"
shit, Shit, SHit, SHIt, SHIT, SHIT!!!!
One last try at escaping: "Okay, Paul. Now, how are you gonna feel
about Jan - and ME - afterwards? At some point, you would have to know
that it was over. Hell, you're probably going to get dragged into getting
it set up. Would you be able to keep your nose out of it? Control the
thoughts that would sure as hell get into your head - like they probably
are now?"
He made a face at me, saying "Yah, I can't help but imagine it. But as
long as I don't actually have to LOOK, and don't know the gory details,
then I can keep it together. I ain't gonna like it, but I'll do it 'cause
I gotta. Much as I hate to admit it, you're both pretty damn important to
me. It's just getting used to the idea that the same chubby legs I used to
tickle are gonna be getting spread for some stud. And what do you mean
'probably get dragged into setting it up'?"
"C'mon Paul, think it through. Do you want her being rushed the first
time, so that there isn't TIME to do it right? No? Then that means she's
going to be away from you for a while - and you're sure as hell going to
notice THAT, now aren't you?"
He sighed. "Yeah, I suppose you're right. Why the hell couldn't I have
had all boys?"
"Like I read in a Tom Clancy novel. It went something like 'Daughters
are God's way of getting back at you for being a guy.'"
He looked at the ceiling, and said "God? Why do you hate me so? If
you'll tell me, I promise I'll try to make it good - and then you'll quit
messing with me, right?"
I chuckled, and told him "Paul, if God quit fucking with you, you
wouldn't know what to do with yourself!" - and finally got him laughing.
After a couple minutes discussion, we settled on how he was going to
break the news to Jan. As kind of a payback, we decided to mess with her
head a little along the way.
---------- ---------- ----------
A few days later, by agreement with Paul, I stopped by to ostensibly do
some work on his computer. Jan saw me, of course, but when she tried to
talk to me, I just looked at her as though she'd somehow betrayed me; and
when she tried to get me to talk, just shook my head, and went back to the
computer. The timing was such that I was still there when Paul got home.
We pretended as though we were 'making up' ; and Paul 'eventually' invited
me to stay for dinner. All during the preparation, and even the meal, we
pretended to be standoffish, and I continued my pseudo-withdrawal from Jan,
giving her much the same Treatment as she'd given Paul. The net effect was
to make her more and more apprehensive. Even Leo and John were looking at
me as though waiting for me to go postal and murder them all with an axe.
When dinner was over, Paul and I stayed at the table, sipping coffee as
the kids cleared the table and straightened the kitchen. When Jan came in
to pick up the last few things, Paul told her that when she was done, they
needed to have a talk, and that the should go to their room. Her eyes
got big, but she agreed ("Yes, Father."), and continued what she was doing.
A couple minutes later, we heard the whispering as they headed
toward their room, and a few moments after that, Jan joined us at the
table. Seating herself carefully, she looked first at me (patently ignoring
her), then Paul (looking impassive and steadfast).
Paul started by saying "Janice, I've been giving your situation
considerable thought."
I could see her getting apprehensive as Paul continued "I've given it a
*lot* of thought."
He paused for a bit to let the tension build.
"Obviously, it's a matter of considerable concern, not just to me, but
obviously, to you as well."
Another pause. More tension.
"I've finally reached a decision."
Pause.
"It was not an easy decision to reach."
Pause. (Geez, I knew what he was up to, and *I* was getting tense!)
"In fact, it's one of the most difficult decisions I've ever had to
make."
Pause.
"Before I reached that decision, I even talked it over with Dan for a
bit."
Pause. Jan shoots a furtive look at my blank face.
"Dan was kind enough to point out some options that had not occurred to
me."
Pause.
"Among those was to simply take full control of your life until such
time as you are 18 years of age, and thus free to make your own decisions -
when you left my house."
Pause. The glimmerings of fear on Jan's face.
"That was not the choice I made."
Pause.
"I made another one."
Pause. (Christ, Paul, get it OVER with, willya? You're gonna give ME a
heart attack!)
"The decision I finally settled on did not come to me easily."
Pause.
"No, not easily at all."
Pause.
"I asked you to join us so that you could hear that decision."
Pause.
"That decision is that if you are determined to no longer be a virgin, I
will not interfere."
Jan gasped. But before she could say anything, Paul went on:
"I said that I will not interfere. But I will not help, either. Who
you choose is up to you; getting their approval or assistance is YOUR
problem, not mine."
Jan gasped again, and immediately turned to look at me.
I looked back at her, completely without expression.
"Uncle Dan? Would you?"
"I don't know why I should, Jan. You brought this up with your dad in
my presence, which wasn't a polite thing to do. You involved me without
asking or consulting me, or even warning me that something was up. That's
hardly the way to treat someone that you want to do you a kindness. It was
rude, it was inconsiderate, and it was incredibly presumptuous."
Her face fell as she realized that I was (apparently) serious, and
understood that what I was telling her was entirely correct.
I let her sit there for a bit, until finally saying "But I love you
almost as much as if you were my own daughter, and I will agree to your
request - IF you can convince me that you're really ready for such a
serious step."
She perked up, of course, almost instantly. But before she could speak
again, I continued.
"However, out of consideration for your _father_, I think you should
show him the consideration of *not* bothering him with the details of how
you prove that readiness. What you have told him and asked of me has
caused him considerable anxiety; it would be entirely appropriate for you
to try and minimize the stress he is under by not burdening him with
details that he is better off not knowing. Whether or not you are able to
prove your readiness to me" - she looked surprised at the possibility she
might not be able to - "whenever you *do* lose your virginity, it is not
something that you need to share with your _father_ - either in the time or
method of it's happening. No matter how grown up you are, or get, he is
_always_ going to think of you as his 'little girl', and such intimate
details only serve to discomfort him in ways that you will only understand
when YOU are a parent."
I knew I was laying it on kind of thick, and really hitting those
'father' bits, but I wanted to give her an idea of what she'd done to Paul,
and to a lesser extent, me. So by the time I finished that little spiel,
she's gotten wet around the eyes, was sniffling, and was looking at both of
us with the realization that she'd been a genuine turd.
Looking at Paul, she was finally able to say "I'm sorry, Daddy. I did
this wrong, and I'm sorry I you; I really didn't mean to. I hope you
can forgive me."
Turning to me, she said "Uncle Dan, I'm sorry about how I treated you,
too. You're right, and I've been a real stinker about all of this. Thank
you for giving me a chance, even after the way I've acted."
She sat there, sniffling, for a couple minutes before Paul told her
"It's okay, honey. I DO forgive you, for the same reason that made me act
the way I did: because I LOVE you. But please, don't ever be like that
again, will you? It hurts me too much to see you like that."
Shaking her head, she jumped up and quickly moved over to him, sitting
in his lap and hugging him while she quietly cried on his shoulder. He
held her, and softly patted her back until she had calmed down a bit.
Standing up, she told him "Thank you, Daddy."
He answered her by saying "It's okay. But the one you need to thank is
Dan - HE'S the one that helped me understand all this, and figure out a way
to keep both of us from getting too hurt."
Turning to me, she looked at me with a questioning expression on her
face, and I opened my arms, as well. In nothing flat, she was in my lap,
too, crying again into my chest. I held her, and spoke softly to her,
telling her that she was forgiven, and that it would be okay. Eventually,
she dried up enough to get up, and go back to the chair she'd been sitting
in.
Looking at us both, she said "I understand now what I did to you - BOTH
of you. I'm really, truly sorry, and I promise that I will NEVER do
anything like that again. There's NO reason to someone you love like
that, no matter WHAT the reason; I know that, now, and I'll never forget
it, EVER. Uh, if I can be excused, I'd like to go to my room, if it's
okay, Daddy?"
"Of course, Pumpkin."
With his words, she quickly stood, and hurried back to her room, leaving
Paul and I to look at each other for a few moments, both of us realizing
that not only had we given her a taste of her own medicine, but actually
been able to teach her something valuable in the process. As much as her
tears had both of us, all told, it was a good showing. Finishing my
coffee, I thanked Paul for supper, and headed home - where it took me a
long time to get to sleep.
---------- ---------- ----------
About a week later, I was over at Paul's place again. When I arrived,
Leo and John both ambushed me to tell me that they were going to summer
camp for *two whole weeks*, and they'd be staying in _tents_ and riding
horses and learning to shoot GUNS and swimming and EVERYTHING. I
congratulated them, told them to be careful with the horses and guns, and
went on in to see Paul.
When he saw me, his eyes lit up, and he said "JUST the person I've been
looking for!"
"Ah, shit, Paul. What is it this time?", I asked in my best disgusted,
put-upon neighbor voice.
He laughed, and said "I've got a wee little problem you might be able to
help with."
"Sure. What do you need? Perpetual motion? Time Travel? The
Alchemists Stone? What?"
"Nah, I just need to figure out what to do with Jan for a week. I've
got to go out of town - hell, out of the country! - for a week, and I
don't know what, if anything, I need to do about her."
"Why just Jan, and not the boys?"
"Because, my good man, it so happens that it's during the couple of
weeks that they'll be at camp. So, the only one I need to worry about is
Jan. What do you think? I'm inclined to leave her here on her own; she'd
old enough to stay out of trouble, but I'm kinda worried about leaving her
_alone_, like with no one to keep her company and all that. She called
around, and could stay with some of her friends, but that would only be
good for a few days, and I'd still be worried."
"Have you asked HER what she wants to do?"
"Yeah. She just said that whatever I decided would be fine. She sure
is agreeable, after our talk the other night."
That triggered something in my mind, and I kind of went into a trance
while my mind went to work. I kind of let my thoughts ricochet around my
skull, collecting ideas along the way, and then filtered out the stuff that
was patently crud. Paul had seen me do it before, and was content to let
me work it through, since the results were usually good.
After a couple minutes, I faded back into reality, and looked at him
with what I knew was a big shit-eating grin.
"Paul, I've got an idea that I think Jan will like, but I'm not too sure
about you."
"What's that?"
"What happens if she stays with me?"
I saw his eyes narrow, and quickly added "Remember, I DO have a SECOND
bedroom - with a lock! - and she STILL has to convince me that she's ready
for what she wants. And I think you know that I'm NOT particularly
enthused about the idea, so you can expect that it would take a LOT to
convince me."
He thought about it for a bit, and calmed again, said "Yeah, I suppose
that would work. After all this other bullshit, I *KNOW* she'll have to
_prove_ she's *damn* ready before you'll let anything happen. And with
that second bedroom, there's always the possibility that nothing WILL
happen."
I could see he was talking himself into it, and was willing to go along
with it; even help a little.
"That's true, too. She can have some of her friends over if she wants -
no more than one or two at a time! - and you know she's safe, there."
"Christ, with that system you've got, damn right she'd be safe. Okay, I
guess I can live with it. Yeah, you're right: she'll like the idea."
"Okay, it's settled, then?" - he nodded - "Then we might as well tell
her now, and get it over with!"
He laughed, and called Jan into the den where we were.
"Pumpkin, have you decided what you want to do while I'm gone?" he
asked.
"Whatever you decide is okay, Daddy." She was obviously determined not
to make any fuss, or demands.
"Maybe you'd rather go to stay with Dan? At his house?"
Instant ecstasy: "Can I?! Really? It's okay?"
Paul laughed, and said "Yes, you can. Yes, really. Yes, it's okay.
Actually it was Dan's idea."
In a flash, she was next to me, hugging me and thanking me.
After a bit, I managed to pry her loose, and told her "I've got a second
bedroom you're more than welcome to use." - her face fell a bit, which Paul
saw, causing him to frown a little.
I continued "I know, and your dad knows, that you might want something
less, uh, formal; but remember, you still haven't convinced ME to LET
anything happen, and until and unless you do, that second bedroom *IS*
where you will be sleeping. Got it?"
She was clearly a bit disappointed, but still happy at the opportunity.
"You're also welcome to have some of your friends over to visit, as long
as it's not more than one or two of them at a time. Whether or not I stay
there with you during the day is up to you - I've got a small office there
I can use if you want the company, or I can keep going to the office if you
want some time alone during the day. You don't have to decide now, or for
the entire week; we can just play it day by day, okay?"
She nodded enthusiastically, and said "Uncle Dan, THANK YOU. You don't
know how much this means to me."
I gave her a cautioning look, and then a quick eye movement toward Paul.
She understood, managed to contain herself a bit, and trying to cover her
exuberance by saying "After the way I acted, I'm glad you're willing to be
this nice to me, and give me a second chance to show you how responsible I
am."
That seemed to be enough for Paul, and I told her that since it wasn't
too far off, she needed to think about what she wanted and needed to bring
with her. She agreed, and soon headed back to her room, more happy and
animated than either Paul or I had seen her in a couple of weeks.
Paul and I soon had the gory details worked out: when he was leaving,
where he was going, and so on. I could see that he was still a touch
bothered by the situation, and tried to put him at ease by reminding him
that nothing was going to happen until *I* was convinced, and that I was a
VERY tough sell. He laughed a bit, having been over at my place when
door-to-door salesmen had shown up, or I'd gotten telemarketing calls.
When things were settled, we went out onto the patio and had a couple
beers before I headed home.
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When the Fateful Day - Thursday - arrived, I drove Paul to the airport
around mid-afternoon, with Jan riding in the back. We went with him as far
as the security checkpoint; it was enough of a hassle getting through the
darn thing that Paul suggested that Jan and I not bother. Since this trip
was, essentially, the same as any other, Jan agreed with only a little
hesitation, and with a final wave to Paul as he headed down the corridor,
we left.
Once back in my car, she sniffled a little, and when I asked about it,
she told me that even though it was 'just another trip', this one was
different because Paul would be out of the country. I hugged her, and told
her he'd be fine, and reminded her that he was still going to call each
evening, and she soon perked up again. With that, we headed back to my
house.
Having been to it many times, and even grown up watching the changes
from its humble technical beginnings, she all but took the features for
granted. Yes, it was different from HER house, but it was familiar enough
to her that she didn't see anything particularly fascinating or 'magical'
about it, as Kelly had at first. So when I'd gotten the car in the garage,
she didn't hesitate about taking the small suitcase and overnight bag into
the second bedroom, and getting herself situated while I looked over the
systems and checked for any email. Everything fine, I met her in the
family room.
She stood there a moment, looking at me, before coming over to give me a
hug - which, of course, I returned.
Looking into her eyes, I told her "Jan, we've got all week together, if
you want it. We can have fun together, like we have before, or not - the
choice is yours. Like I told you before, if you want to have some of your
friends over, they're welcome - but only one or two at a time; not because
I don't like them, but simply so that I can keep the noise and such down.
If you want, I can stay here during the day; any work I have to take care
of I can do in my office here. If you would rather have some time to
yourself, or with your friends, then I can easily continue to go into my
regular office. You don't have to decide for the whole week; you can
decide what you want day-to-day. I've got plenty of stuff you can use to
keep yourself amused - movies, cable TV, I can easily set you up a
computer, I've got a stereo, all that sort of thing."
She smiled at me, and said "That's okay, Uncle Dan. I don't want to
break up your life any more than I have to while I'm here. You go ahead
and do what you usually do, and I'll just keep myself busy. Uh, I do have
a couple things I've been wondering about, though."
"What's that?"
She looked at her feet for a moment before looking up at me again with a
lopsided grin, saying "Uh, do I have to get up and get dressed every day? I
mean, is it okay if I just wear my nightgown or whatever?"
I laughed, and answered "Sure, Trouble. Wear - or don't wear - whatever
you want; I think we've pretty much gotten comfortable seeing what each
other have. Actually, I usually run around naked, or in my underwear,
until I have to go someplace. So don't worry about it. What was the other
thing you wanted to know?"
She pinked a little, and said "I know you're not going to, um, do
anything to me yet, but is it okay if we still cuddle and, you know, play
with each other?"
I smiled and answered "Like I told you, we can still have fun together.
Just don't try to kill me with it, okay?"
She giggled, and satisfied with what I'd told her, gave me another hug
before heading back to the spare bedroom. I sat down and turned on the TV.
About the time I found something worthwhile to watch on it, Jan came back
into the room - giving me something MUCH better to watch.
Dressed only in the smoke and dental floss she'd worn for me
before, she quickly moved over to the couch I was on and sat next to me
before snuggling close. Putting an arm around her, I hugged her, and
looked down into her eyes. With a half-smile on her face, she said "Uncle
Dan, I know that I really messed up when I tried to talk to Daddy that
night. What I wanted to do was wrong, and the way I tried to do it was
wrong - not just for you and Daddy, but for ME. I KNOW that now, I really
do. I still want you to be the one to teach me, but I know that I have to
prove to you that I'm ready for it. But I'm not going to bug you about it,
and I'm not going to try to talk you to death about it; I'm going to try to
SHOW you I'm ready. If I start to push you too much, just tell me, and
I'll back off. I want it to be YOU; I don't trust *anybody* else to be as
gentle and patient and everything as you would be. You know that Kelly and
I talked about what you did for her - and yeah, even what you did TOO her!
- and you made her *so* happy. You were honest and considerate and
_loving_ with her - and that's what I want, too. I've heard some of the
girls at school talk about what it was like for them, and it actually
_scared_ me. I don't want my first time to be like that; I want it to be
as fun and nice as Kelly told me it was for her. What we've done already
has been really, really nice, and it makes me believe that sex - making
love! - can be a fun and happy-making thing. I don't just want orgasms,
even though they're nice! I want MORE. I want LOVE."
That little speech did wonders for my attitude toward her wanting me to
take the final step of making love with her. But I was still a bit
gun-shy, and simply nodded my understanding of what she'd said.
She went on by saying "Kelly told me that she wanted to come and see you
here, and that she really loves you. But she was also worried that she
didn't make me feel like I was being left out, or that you were doing
anything for her that you wouldn't do for me. Really, Uncle Dan, it's okay
if Kelly comes over here. I know that your relationship with her is
different than what you have with me - and I don't just mean that you've
actually made love with her. *I* know that Kelly is smart; sometimes I
wonder how _anybody_ can be that smart, but that's the way it is. What's
important to me is that she's happy and YOU'RE happy. I know that a lot of
the reason you like her so much is because she's so smart - because YOU'RE
so smart. I think you know _way_ more than she does, but I think that's
because you're than she is, and have learned a lot because of it.
But the thing that really surprises me, and her even more, is that you're
willing to tell us about some of what you've learned without making us feel
like children; kind of like the way you told all of us that stuff when I
had the party where you judged the nightgowns. And the reason she loves
you, like I do, is because you're kind and gentle and loving and sharing
and all the kinds of things that one person is *supposed* to be with
another. Either one of us can talk to you about *anything*; we know that
you'll be honest and fair with us, and treat us like we're the kinds of
adults we SHOULD be - and that makes ME want to BE that kind of adult; and
THAT is what makes me so sorry about the way I acted."
Yeah, she was getting the idea; she HAD grown up a lot. It wouldn't
take much more of this and she'd have me convinced.
Again, I nodded, and she continued "Anyway, I think you and Kelly would
make a good couple - you're both smart, you both really *care* about each
other, and you make each other happy. Uncle Dan, after Kelly was here, I
could *see* that she was happy about it, even before she said anything.
All our friends kept asking her what she was so happy about, and all she'd
tell them was that she got to spend time with someone that she really cared
about, and really cared about her. She wouldn't tell them if it was male
or female, what happened, or anything else. They started to bug her about
it, but all she said was that she'd spent time with someone and that was
all she was going to say. Even when they tried to ask her about a million
questions, she just stood there and looked at them without saying a *thing*
- and making them crazy because she was smiling the whole time. Uncle Dan,
it's been a really long time since I've seen Kelly smile like _that_ - and
I'm glad to see it again. If you can make Kelly that happy, then I don't
have ANY problem with ANYTHING that goes on with the two of you. Even if
she moved in here with you - and I think it would be a good idea - I'd be
happy about it, because I'd know that both of you would be happy."
Still having not said anything, I simply raised an eyebrow, and she went
on "Yes, I'd be disappointed if it happened before anything happened
between you and me, but I promise, I'd still be happy for YOU - both of
you. So please, *please* don't think you have to worry about me when you
talk to Kelly, and have fun with her. You and Kelly have something special
that you and I could never have. You'll always be a special person to me
because of how much you love me and how kind and understanding you've been
with me, and - I hope! - because you'll be the person to give me a proper
introduction to *making love*. But what you and I have isn't the kind of
thing that lasts a lifetime, like I think it would with you and Kelly. I
envy her, but I'm not jealous OF her."
I looked into Jan's face carefully, and all I could see was total
honesty and absolute conviction. I knew Jan's personality as well as
anyone could, and could tell that she'd spoken what she saw as the
unvarnished, immutable truth. She hadn't tried to gloss over anything, or
make excuses, or dodge any unpleasantness. THAT was the kind of maturity
that I needed to see, to be sure that she was ready - emotionally and
mentally - to take the final step into womanhood.
Seeing a change in my expression, she looked a bit concerned when she
asked "What? Did I say something wrong?"
"No, Jan, you said something *right*."
She got a mildly puzzled look on her face, and I continued "All that
stuff you just said was what a mature, honest, caring person would say
about someone they loved. You didn't demand anything, you didn't ask for
anything, and most of all, you didn't let YOUR wants get in the way of what
would make someone you cared about happy. You told me that if Kelly and I
were together all the time, you would be 'disappointed' if Kelly was to
move in here before anything happened between you and me. You didn't say
'hurt', you didn't say 'sorry', you said _disappointed_. That sounds to me
like you realized that if nothing happened between us, the responsibility
was _yours_, and no one else's." - "But it is! *I'm* the one that messed
it up!" - "You didn't try to blame me or anyone else; the mistake was
yours, and you not only admitted to it, but stood ready to pay the
consequences. That is an example of the kind of maturity that I needed to
know you had before I would be ready to 'introduce' you to making love, as
you put it."
It took her a few moments to realize that I'd just told her that I had
the proof that I'd said I'd need. Her eyes got real big, and she got real
serious when she asked me "You mean that you'll do it?"
"Yes, Jan, I'll do it - if you really want."
"I do!"
"Then the when and how are up to you."
I could see her starting to get emotionally excited, and quickly told
her "Understand, there's no hurry. If you want it to happen this week" -
"You bet I do!" - "then we've got the entire rest of the week to make it
happen. If you don't mind me telling you something I told Kelly" - earning
myself a mild version of the 'you are *such* a Goober!' look - "then here
it is: We've got plenty of time, and there's no rush. Enjoy what happens -
*savor* it as we go along. That night we had, when we slept together,
wouldn't have been as much fun for either one of us if we hadn't had as
much time as we did. Think about that before you decide you want me to
jump your bones right here and right now."
That seemed to settle her down, and I could see her thinking it over.
Excusing myself, I headed for the bathroom, and then into the kitchen to
get us both something to drink. Wine coolers seemed appropriate, so I
grabbed a couple and joined her back on the couch, where she quickly
snuggled back next to me.
After opening our drinks, Kelly took a sip of hers and looked up at me,
saying "I understand what you're saying, and you're probably right - I
think I *would* enjoy it more if we kind of eased into it, and just kind of
let it happen."
I smiled at her, which seemed to make her happy, and asked if she was
getting hungry yet, since it was getting into evening by this time.
"Yes! No. Oh, I don't *know*! I'm hungry, but I'm too excited to
eat."
"Well, how about I order out, and by the time it gets here, and you've
had a little more of that cooler, you should be calm enough to at least
take a *few* bites."
She agreed, and after a little discussion, we settled on delivered
barbeque. There was a place in town that was almost unknown, but made the
best ribs and brisket for hundreds of miles. I gave them a call, and
ordered more than I knew we could eat that night - their stuff was just as
good when microwaved, which was saying something.
When the doorbell finally rang, almost an hour later, Jan was still next
to me.
"That should be the food. Do you want to get it, or should I?" I asked
her.
She giggled, and said "If *I* went, the delivery guy would probably have
a heart attack!"
"Yeah, but if he didn't we'd probably get it for free!", I replied,
making her laugh.
Reluctantly, she let me up, and when I returned - via the kitchen, where
I left the surplus - she was sitting up on the couch, and had arranged a
couple of the trays I kept in there for us to put the food on. I also
noticed that she'd gone through almost the entire wine cooler, and asked if
she wanted more. She shook her head, and said "No, that one was enough;
I've got enough left to wash all this down, and that's all I need." With
that, I set the food on the trays, and we dug in.
There's no way around it: barbeque is messy. GOOD barbeque makes it
worth it. This stuff made it enjoyable. Ribs that all but fell off the
bone. Brisket so tender you almost didn't have to chew it. Cornbread so
light and buttery you wondered how it stayed in one piece. Potatoes mashed
with the skins still on them, enough lumps to prove they hadn't come out of
a box or bag, but smooth enough to be a delight. All told, it was
wonderful - though I expect the company had a lot to do with it. Of
course, during the meal, sauce got pretty much everywhere - I finally
decided that I might as well just take off my and be done with it -
getting the sauce off skin was preferable to trying to wash it out of
clothing. By the time we were done, both of us were probably wearing as
much sauce as we'd actually eaten - though on Jan, I have to admit that it
did look a lot better than it did on me.
When we'd both finished, we looked at the mess we'd made of ourselves,
and both of us broke out laughing. When we finally settle down again, Jan
started to reach for a cloth to wipe herself off with. I quickly offered
"Here, let me do that." She smiled at me, and sat back again - only to be
surprised when I leaned forward to start licking it off of her.
She quickly got into the spirit of the thing, and said "That's not fair!
I've got WAY more on me than you do!" - then reached over and scooped some
of what was still on the plates on her fingers, and proceeded to smear it
all over my chest, leaving me with far more than she did. She sat back
with an impish smile - at least, until I got a gleam in my eye, and did the
same to her, with identical results. Before long, we were laughing and
gasping as we each tried to see how much barbeque we could smear on the
other. And enjoying every minute of it.
Finally, though, we simply ran out of 'ammunition', and had to settle
for smearing around what had already been deposited - which lead to a
completely different sort of fun. At one point, Jan cried "No fair!
You've still got most of your clothes ON, and I've got most of mine OFF!" -
so I quickly stood, and shucked what was left. leaving myself completely
naked. And also clearly somewhat aroused. As I'd started to drop my
underwear, Jan stood too, and quickly shed the she had on, leaving
us both naked. The 'battle' quickly resumed, but it took only a few
minutes before the heat of our bodies and the action of smearing the sauce
made it more sticky than slippery, and we finally had to stop, still
laughing and gasping.
When we'd finally caught our breath, she got a mischievous look in her
eye, and moved over to start licking me clean. Meticulously. With suction
action to make sure she didn't leave any behind.
So, when she was done, I returned the favor. In infinite detail.
Slowly. With *lots* of repeat action, 'just in case'.
By the time I was done, we were *both* more than a little aroused, and
quickly moved to the floor to continue the action, starting with a series
of soft, gentle kisses that soon escalated to checking each others tonsils
and a lot of tongue dueling.
It didn't take us long to expand our efforts and attentions: as I placed
my hand on Jan's breast, I could feel her lay her hand on my leg, and then
slide it toward my rapidly growing penis. Cupping her breast, I ran my
thumb over her nipple, feeling the ends of her harden and her
nipple erect after only a couple of strokes. In return, she took hold of
my member, and slowly started caressing it, using just her fingertips. It
didn't take me but a few strokes, as well, before I was hard. When I was,
Jan pressed against my chest with her other hand, and I laid back
(willingly, even eagerly!) to let her do with me as she wanted.
Once on my back, she leaned over me, and used the ends of her to
tickle my chest and belly for a while, before tracing a line down to do the
same to my legs. Then back up to my chest, but not as far, then back down
my legs - slowly, tantalizingly zeroing in on my now fully erect and
twitching penis. Not buxom enough to hold me between her breasts, she used
them to tease me with her nipples and manipulate me with her small, but
firm, globes. It didn't take long before several drops of pre-cum had made
an appearance, delighting her before she leaned down far enough to lick
them up with the tip of her tongue. Once she'd gotten a taste of me, she
quickly changed over from using her breasts, and took me into her mouth.
Teasing the underside of the head with her tongue, she applied gentle
suction to the head for a while, before releasing it. Licking her lips,
she grinned up at me before wrapping her lips around the head, and then
taking as much of me as she could before starting to apply a gentle,
rhythmic suction while she reached down to hold and caress my balls. I
groaned in response, and she started massaging my length with her tongue.
It took only a couple minutes of that before I couldn't help but start
making small thrusting movements, pushing my saliva-slick erection farther
into her mouth. After a couple of my thrusts, she paused a moment, took a
deep breath, and took my entire length - her lips nestled in my pubic hair,
and the end of my hardness pushing against the back of her throat. She
swallowed a couple of times, allowing her throat muscles to 'milk' the
spongy head, I moaned again at the sensation, and she slowly withdrew,
drawing a deep breath. I was able to reach her thigh, and pressed against
the inside of it to try and draw her close enough for me to try and return
the favor, but still holding me in her mouth, she just shook her head
slightly at me. another breath, she repeated her effort, again
'deep-throating' me, but for not as long - withdrawing slightly so she
could breathe through her nose, she started _humming_ - a sensation I could
feel all the way down to my balls. I warned her "You keep doing that, and
I'm going to climax!"; her response was to smile at me with her eyes, and
keep going. Sure enough, it wasn't but a (very!) few minutes more before I
could feel my balls tighten up, in preparation for my climax. She felt it,
too, in her hand, and when she felt the first spasm hit my penis, stopped
humming and took me all the way into her mouth again - swallowing to
stimulate me even more as the first blast erupted from me. When she
swallowed it, it just made the next shot nearly as strong as the first, and
the one after that nearly as strong as the second, and so on. Only when I
quit pulsing did she release me slightly, so she could breathe - but she
still kept me in her mouth, and continued to suck on me gently and massage
me with her tongue for as long as she could convince my softening penis to
give up even the slightest trickle of my fluids. Only when I was decidedly
soft did she content herself with licking and anything that had
escaped her before, and ensuring that I was as clean as I could be. With a
final small pop, she released me, turned, and moved up next to me, resting
an elbow on the floor and her head on one hand as the other traced random
patterns on my chest and belly as I finished catching my breath and
recovered from the intensity of the experience.
When I was finally able to move again, I started to get up, but Jan
firmly pushed me back down, and asked "What did you want?"
"Well, I *was* going to get something to drink - I think you got every
bit of fluid in my body!"
She giggled, and got up - a truly delightful experience to watch, what
with her jiggling ever so slightly, and her muscles flexing in some
very interesting ways - and headed into the kitchen, coming back in a few
moments with a couple of sodas. Opening them, she took a few sips from
hers as I sat up a bit, and then held the other to my mouth so I could
drink nearly half of it at one pass.
She laughed, and said "C'mon, I know I didn't get *that* much out of
you!"
"Sure as hell feels like it from where I sit! I thought you promised
not to try and kill me!"
More laughter before she told me "I'm glad you liked It.",
mischievously.
"'Like' doesn't begin to describe it. Uh, where did you learn to do
that?"
"You mean the taking all of you, or the humming part?"
"Either. Both."
Smiling at me, she said "Uh, the all-of-you part I learned from that
movie 'Deep Throat'; the other part I kind of made up after the way you
reacted when I did it the first time."
"Where did you get a chance to see 'Deep Throat'?!"
"One of the other at school. Her dad has some porno movies, and
that was one of them. A bunch of us were at her house one afternoon after
school, and when she showed us the her dad had, we all wanted to see
what the fuss was about that one."
"I'm afraid to ask - what else did you learn?"
"Oh, a little of this, a little of that!"
I groaned in mock terror, and said "Oh, God, you're gonna kill me - I
just know it!!"
Jan laughed, and replied "No, I'm not. If I kill you, I can't *use* you
again - and I want to use you a LOT."
I laughed, too, and told her "Oh, the way my life has changed! From a
respected engineer to the sexual plaything of a depraved 16-year-old!"
She giggled, but didn't reply - at least, not verbally. The look she
gave me, though, spoke volumes. I knew I was in *big* trouble. She just
might kill me - but I'd die _happy_.
"Jan?"
"Yes, Uncle Dan?"
"Uh, why didn't you want to let me do anything to you?"
"Because I just wanted to make YOU happy, without having you worrying
about making ME happy."
"Jan, dear, you don't need to worry about that - I *like* doing the
things I do to you. Using my tongue on you, touching you, all of it. It
makes me feel almost as good as it does you. So next time, don't be afraid
to let me please you, too, okay?"
She smiled at me, and only _slightly_ chastised, agreed.
I started to roll over to face her, and bumped my elbow against one of
the trays we'd used. Both of us got the same idea at the same time, and
together, we cleaned up after our meal and playtime, not bothering to
dress.
Once back in the room, we settled back down on the couch: me at
one end, leaning back against the arm, Jan laying down so that her head
rested on my leg. After a little discussion, we settled on watching some
TV, and from there, soon settled on watching a movie.
We watched the to its end, and the one following it turned out to
have a hard 'R' rating. Naturally enough, watching it got Jan and I both
stimulated. I started things by _slowly_ stroking her side, from the side
of her to her hip, then down through her pubic hair, up her belly to
her chest, then back across her - *ever* so softly - and back to her
side. After perhaps twenty minutes, both of Jan's were tight. Not
just firm - as they always were - but tight to the point of almost being
hard; her areolas puckered to small, dark brown volcanoes, and her nipples
erect and hard. I could also detect the distinct aroma of her arousal:
sweet and heady, yet musky, too: something about it went straight to my
groin.
For her part, Jan was content to play with my pubic hair - but
regardless of where it was, so that she was lightly dragging her
fingernails all around my semi-erect penis, across my balls, and down onto
my thighs; her touch was whisper-light. The effect was enough to keep me
mildly aroused, but without enough contact to bring me to full arousal.
Inevitably, over a period of time, the became far less important
to us than what we were doing to each other; our efforts with each other
had gradually escalated, until Jan had turned onto her stomach, and pulled
her knees underneath herself. The net result was that she was face down on
my lap, her butt sticking up in the air and her legs slightly spread.
Starting at my lower belly, she started going in a circular pattern,
centered on, and spiraling in toward, my nearly erect penis. As she did
that, I caressed her back in small figure eights, starting crosswise across
her shoulder blades, and ever so slowly, down her back toward her butt. I
was content to follow her lead, and kept the speed of my movements
synchronized with hers, so that about the time she was circling my pubic
hair, I was touching the tops of her ass cheeks. By the time her lips
finally touched my erect penis, I had reached her mons, and was stroking
her inner lips and brushing over her clitoris. As she paid more and more
attention to my penis, and got closer to finally taking it into her mouth,
I focused more and more on her vaginal lips, and pressed more and more
firmly against the treasure they guarded. Having realized that I was
following her example, her actions as she worked her way toward the glans
of my erection were slow and deliberate. Finally, though, she took the
very end of it between her lips - and I slowly pressed a fingertip into her
now-soaked vagina. As she kissed and tongue-nibbled me, I slithered my
finger around her opening, spreading her lubrication around, and making
sure that it was well distributed on my finger.
As she progressed, so did I - when she finally had the entire head of my
member in her mouth, I had the first digit of my finger inside her, and
mimicked - as best I could - inside her what she was doing to the outside
of me: swirling my finger in circles inside her, sliding it in and out of
her in small movements, fluttering it, and even twisting it. The effect on
her was to be expected: she raised her ass a bit more, and spread her legs
as best she could on the couch, giving me better access to her virginity.
For a good 15 minutes, Jan worked her way down my erection; my finger in
her tunnel kept pace, until - finally! - she was taking nearly all of me
into her warm, hot mouth, and I was working a single finger in and out of
her, her ass and pelvis moving in synchronization with my efforts: pushing
back against me as I slid it in, following me a way as I withdrew before
pulling away from me, and making aroused gasping noises when she breathed.
After a few minutes of this, she finally allowed me to pop free of her
lips, and sat up slowly - her eyes smoky with desire and a look of
unbridled lust on her face. With an impish grin, she took the hand I had
been using, and licked clean the finger that had been inside her, then
fellating it briefly, before telling me "I'm ready. God! Am I ever ready!
I want you inside me. How do we do it?" in a husky voice.
"You're the boss. Best way would probably be with me underneath, and
you slide yourself down onto me. That way, you control how fast and how
far."
"Just like you did with Kelly, huh? It worked for her, it should work
for me! Let's get ready, then - I want you _now_."
Sitting up a bit, I slid my hips down until I was resting on the edge of
the couch, more on my tailbone than my butt. Jan got the idea, and quickly
swung a leg over me, so that she was facing me, kneeling over my lower
belly, her just inches in front of me. I tilted my head forward a
bit to start licking and on her nipples as I slid a hand between us
to start stroking her labia and softly rubbing her clitoris. In only a few
seconds, she was arching her pelvis in time with my actions, and had leaned
farther forward so that I would be able to feast on more of her breasts,
and even her shoulders and neck. A bit after that, she reached down to
move my hand out of the way, and then grasp my slick erection and position
it against her labia. From there, she moved it back and forth, sliding it
between her vaginal lips, and spreading her ample moisture around the head,
lubricating it. Finally satisfied that both of us were ready, she sat up
again, and with her hand on my shoulder, held me in place as she started
lowering herself onto me. To our mutual surprise - and pleasure! - I
readily slid in far enough that the head of my erection was fully enveloped
by her, her vaginal opening clasping me just behind the glans. God, what
she tight! And hot! Satisfied that I wasn't going to slide away, she
released her hold on my penis, and put her other hand on my other shoulder.
Locking eyes with me, she raised herself slightly, and then sat down again,
allowing perhaps another half an inch of me to enter her. She smiled at me
as she paused a few moments to get used to the sensation and allow herself
to stretch. By now, she was wet enough that I could feel small rivulets of
her juices trickling down my penis, and puddling in my pubic hair. When
she was ready, she again raised herself slightly before sitting again - and
again, another half inch of me slid further into her. This time, her eyes
closed, and I could see her concentrating on letting her internal muscles
stretch so that she could continue. Still, after a bit, they opened again,
and she looked into my eyes as she repeated her actions - this time,
gaining perhaps an inch of my hardness. This time, she kept here eyes
open, though I could still see the look of aroused concentration on her
face as she slowly got used to this new sensation. The wait was a bit
longer this time, but when she was ready, she did it again - first raising,
then lowering, herself so that she took nearly another inch inside. This
time, I could see on her face that she was a bit uncomfortable, and told
her "Jan, wait a bit if you need to. I'm here, and I'm not going anyplace"
- a wry grin from her at that - "and we've got the whole week, if that's
what it takes. Take as much time as you have to, and do what you have to,
to make this right and comfortable for YOU. Even if you want to stop,
that's fine with me."
"Damned if I'm gonna stop! It feels too good! I just need a little bit
to get used to it, is all.", she replied, panting slightly.
As she sat there, I reached up and put my hands on her breasts, which
now glistened with a fine sheen of perspiration. Running my thumbs over
her nipples, I cupped and squeezed her mounds, delighting in their firm
texture and soft surface. After a few moments, though, I realized that I
hadn't hit the obstruction of her hymen as soon as I had with Kelly. I
looked up into her face, and asked her "Jan, are you okay?"
She looked at me in surprise, and asked "Sure, why not? It doesn't
hurt; like I said, I just need to get used to it."
"That's what I mean - you don't act like you've had any pain or
anything; I *know* we're past where your maidenhead was."
"Oh, that. I could feel it when you went past that point, and felt kind
of a pulling sensation, but it didn't actually *hurt* or anything, it was
just uncomfortable for a moment, so I kept going. It's okay, really."
Since she didn't seem in any pain or discomfort, that pretty much
settled it for me, and I went back to fondling her breasts.
After a couple minutes, she started moving again, only this time, she
raised herself almost completely off me, so that only the head of my
erection was still inside her before sitting down again, so that only a
little more of me slid into her. She continued this for the next several
minutes, slowly, so that each time she lowered herself, she gained another
fraction of an inch of my penis inside her. Finally, though, there came
the point where she lowered herself enough that her cute, firm, tight fanny
was securely planted in my lap, and the full length of my member was inside
her hot, tight, wet tunnel of love.
At that point, I could see her visibly relax, and quit fondling her
breasts to pull her against my chest, where I hugged her before softly
kissing her face and neck and shoulders, before settling on her lips. We
stayed like that, holding each other and softly kissing, for only a couple
of minutes before she started moving her pelvis in small, experimental
motions. First, she simply raised herself a bit - not enough that I
actually slid out any, but more of a finding out how much she could move
before I *did* start to slide. From there, she tried moving her pelvis in
different directions - forward and backward, sideways, small circular
movements, and so on. As she got used to having me completely inside her,
her movements became more and more bold and extensive; and the more she
moved, the better her slick secretions were distributed, making it even
easier for her to experiment - and the more she enjoyed her self-induced
sensations, judging from the gasping and moaning noises she was making. In
only a few minutes, she had started to bounce up and down on my lap,
allowing perhaps an inch or two of my stiffness to slide in and out of her
opening; a few minutes later, and her bounces were higher, moving herself
over nearly my entire length, and soaking our pubic hair with her
delightful womanly oils. She was not gentle about impaling herself on me,
either - each time she came down, it was firm enough for us to bump
slightly, and slightly squeeze her clitoris between our pubic bones,
arousing her even further.
Finally, though, her legs started to tire, and she slowed down. Taking
her into my arms, I sat up, and then carefully moved us back down onto the
floor, still connected. With her on her back, and me over her and between
her legs. I rested on myself on my elbows, and began a slow, steady
thrusting into her. So much has been said in trying to describe the
sensation; yet no words will ever be sufficient to describe it. Suffice it
to say, it was all the glorious descriptions ever used, only more so. Hot,
and tight, yet still slick enough to allow our lovemaking -- that mutual
friction that defies all description, but once experienced, is never
forgotten and sought after from then on.
Changing my angle slightly, I was better able to stimulate her clitoris
as my erect penis slid by it; before long, she was panting in my ear again,
and raking her nails across my back as she hunched herself up onto me.
After only a very few minutes, I could hear the change in her breathing,
and feel the tightening of her vagina, as her climax approached, then hit
her. When it did, her breathing stopped, and she lifter her hips clear off
the floor as she impaled herself on me for the good ten or fifteen seconds
that her first spasm lasted. With a gasp, she nearly fell back onto the
floor, and I quickly pressed myself as far into her as I could, mashing her
clitoris between us - and again, her breathing stopped as I felt her
internal muscles clamp down on me, almost painfully, before they started a
rhythmic milking of my buried member. Having already climaxed once, thanks
to her oral administrations, I wasn't anywhere near my own release, and was
able to fully enjoy the unique sensations her internal muscles generated as
her orgasm progressed, until, finally and slowly, they passed, and she was
again able to start breathing regularly - if panting. Opening her eyes,
she looked up at me, and when she did, I began thrusting again - soon
moving a bit faster this time, and with a bit more force when I re-entered
her. When I did that, her eyes got big for a few moments, until the
sensations started to take hold of her again, and she closed her eyes to
focus on our joining, and the effects it was having on her.
Exercising a little control over her internal muscles, she started
clasping at me. Since I had not let her fall far from her previous peak,
it didn't take her to start moaning under me again, grunting slightly as I
bumped our pelvises together, and gasping her arousal, repeating
"Oh!.....Oh!.....Oh!" over and over again. Pausing long enough to raise
myself up on my hands and arms, I resumed my pistoning in her, and was able
to look down between us, where I saw her thin vaginal lips - wet and
glistening from her juices - clasping me as I moved; clutching at me on the
out stroke, and disappearing, guiding me, when I thrust back into her.
It took only a couple more minutes before she was again spasming around
me - but this time, I could feel the faint beginnings of my own climax, and
didn't stop thrusting into her as her orgasm came (forgive the pun) and
went. When this one passed, she didn't even open her eyes - she simply
accepted that our time was not yet over, and gave herself to the continuing
stimulation and sensations that I was providing. In only a couple of
minutes, her moans were almost continuous, and she raised her legs enough
to lock her ankles behind me, using her heels to try and press me even
farther into her. With her pelvis tilted up toward me like that, I was
able to penetrate her even farther; along with that penetration came a
subtle change in the angle I was entering her, bringing a bit more
stimulation to the head of my slick erection. In only a few minutes, I
could feel the start of my own climax, and started thrusting into her
harder and harder, almost mashing her clitoris between our pubic bones as I
impacted her. Raising her hips again, she lifted herself completely off
the floor as I almost pounded into her time after time, until, finally, I
felt myself tightening up for that final release that all