Next Door Neighbor by Dorsai

Copyright (c) 2003 - Dorsai


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It started out just a few weeks after I moved into my new apartment -
working from home, I get the chance to learn a little more about my
neighbors than usual. For example, it was only a week or so before I met
my next-door neighbor, and learned that she was divorced, and had a 12-
year-old daughter, plus two sons, 7 and 3 years old. I'd seen the kids,
of course, but was happy learn that the young vixen I'd seen around the
complex lived so close - and that her name was Robyn. I knew the girl
was young, but I frequently saw her walking around in VERY tight jeans
(her ass was a little large for her size, but nice and firm) and snug
shirts (snug enough to show that she had orange-size breasts); she had a
very pretty face with medium-length dark, curly hair. Even though I knew
not to even get close to her, I still couldn't help but think about
jumping her sexy little body.

After that first conversation, I'd continue to chat a little with her
mother whenever we saw each other outside. One time, she mentioned that
Robyn had a report to write, and she needed to do an extra-good job with
it so as to bring her grades up a bit. I offered to let Robyn use my
computer and word processor, and print the report out on my laser
printer - I was pretty much caught up with my work, and wouldn't need to
be doing anything while Robyn did her report. Her mother agreed that it
was okay with her, and said that when Robyn came home, she'd ask if she
wanted to use the computer.

About 6:30 that night, Robyn knocked on my door, and asked if my offer
to let her use the computer was still good. I said that it was, invited
her in, and got her seated at the computer desk in the living room. I
got the computer fired up and the word processor loaded, and showed her
the most basic commands, like cut-and-paste. I then told her that I'd be
right there in the living room reading a book, and that if she had any
problems or questions, not to hesitate to ask me. She agreed, and I left
her there while I went over and started back in on my book. After a few
minutes, she said that she was thirsty, and asked if I had anything to
drink; when I ran down the options, she said she'd like a Coke, so I got
her one, and went back to my book. A couple hours later, she'd finished
her report, so I showed her how to use the spell checker, and then the
grammar checker. When she'd corrected the problems these had found, I
showed her how to print out her report, which she did. After she'd gone
over the report printout, she asked me a few questions about the
computer, then said that she had to get home because the next day was a
school day. I said "fine", and shut down the computer as she collected
her things, before opening the door for her to leave.

The next day, her mother stopped by for a few minutes to thank me for
letting Robyn use the computer. I told her it really wasn't any problem,
and that if Robyn needed to do anything like that again, I'd be glad to
let her use the computer again, assuming I wasn't too far behind on my
schedule. She thanked me, and admitted to me that she'd been a little
worried about letting Robyn go inside my apartment alone; but that Robyn
had told her what I had done and said, and that she was comfortable with
letting Robyn visit me.

A few days later, it was raining (as my grandmother used to say) "like a
cow pissing on a flat rock", and I saw that Robyn was soaking wet and
sitting outside her apartment door. I stuck my head out, and asked her
why she didn't go inside, and was told that she'd forgotten her key, and
the apartment manager wasn't in for her to get a spare. I told her that
she could come into my apartment to dry off and get warm, if she wanted.
She thought about it for a second, and then agreed. When she got inside,
I had her wait for a bit just inside the door, while I went and got a
large bath towel, which I wrapped around her. I had her take off her wet
sneakers and socks, gave her a pair of my athletic socks (which fit her
like socks on a chicken), and told her that she could go into the
bathroom and use the towels there to dry off and get some of the rain
out of her clothing. She seemed a bit hesitant, but I told her that it
was okay, that I'd still be in the living room working on the computer -
and the bathroom door locked, anyway. She smiled at that, and off she
went into the bathroom. After about 15 minutes, she came back out, with
her clothes appreciably dryer than before. She also had a couple of
towels in one hand, and asked me what she should do with them - I took
them from her, and dropped them into the laundry hamper. When I got back
into the living room, I noticed that she had some things in her other
hand, and when I asked if she wanted to put them somewhere to dry, she
blushed furiously - only then did I realize that they were her bra and
panties. She was still a bit damp, and just standing there, so I went
and got her another towel, laid it on a chair, and told her to go ahead
and sit down. Then, I went into the kitchen and started some water for
tea. While waiting for the water to boil, I went back in and told her
that if she wanted to watch some TV or listen to the stereo, she could,
but that she'd have to keep the sound down so I could finish up my work
on the computer.

She agreed, and I gave her the remote for the TV; she quickly found some
afternoon cartoons which we both watched and laughed at until the tea
kettle started whistling. I made us both some tea, brought her a cup,
and then took mine over to drink while I finished my work. While I was
working, she was very careful to keep the sound down, even muting the TV
when commercials came on.

After an hour or so, she came over to see what I was doing; and when she
walked up next to me I turned to see what she wanted, and was greeted by
the sight of her still-damp shirt clinging to her breasts - and her
hard, dark nipples peeking through the material. I instantly started to
get hard, and it was a few moments before I was able to tear my eyes
away from her chest and look at her face. She obviously noticed where
I'd been looking, because she blushed a little and then pushed her chest
out a little more - which pulled my eyes right back down! I enjoyed the
view for a few seconds, then looked back into her eyes, and asked her
"What's goin' on?". She said that she'd just come over to see what I was
working on, and try to learn a little bit about what I did on the
computer.

I told her that I was a free-lance programmer, and that most of what I
did would probably seem pretty boring. She asked me what it was like
working for myself, and I told her that it wasn't as much fun as she
might think, but that I enjoyed being able to shuffle my schedule around
to suit myself, and not having to answer to a boss anywhere near as
often. She laughed a little bit, and asked if she could watch me as I
worked. I said it was OK with me, but cautioned her against interrupting
me. She agreed, and pulled a chair up so that she could see what I was
doing, but not be in the way. I went back to work, and really never
noticed she was there except for a couple times when she got up to put
her teacup in the kitchen, and when she went to get rid of the tea she'd
drank.

An hour or so later, we heard her mother come home, so she thanked me
for letting her get warm and dry off, and I told her it was no problem.
She went back to her apartment, and a few minutes later, her mother came
over to thank me for letting Robyn get in out of the rain. She said that
when she'd seen Robyn wearing only her shirt and carrying her bra and
panties, she'd started to panic a bit, but when Robyn told her where
she'd been and what I'd done (and more importantly, NOT done), she felt
better about it. I told her that it wasn't any problem, and that if I
had any kids in the same situation, I'd trust her to do the same. That
seemed to reassure her some more, so she thanked me again, and left.

Over the next few weeks, we had several more rainstorms, and sometimes
Robyn would forget her key, and I'd let her in my apartment while she
waited for her mother to get home. A couple of times, Robyn would be
drenched again, and I'd send her into the bathroom to dry herself off
and get some of the water out of her clothes. It seemed that every time
I did that, she'd come out of the bathroom, and make it a point to let
me see that she wasn't wearing a bra, and how her nipples stuck out from
her shirt. I'd look, of course, but never said anything, and didn't try
to grab her or touch her in any way. When I was caught up on my project,
I'd sit and talk to her, usually explaining different things about the
computer or technology, or answering questions she had about different
things. The things that she'd want to talk about would range from
little-girl-ish to fairly mature woman. Gradually, as she got to trust
me more and more, and understood that I wasn't going to tell her mother
anything she said to me, she'd discuss things with me that were
distinctly personal.

Finally, one afternoon, she had stopped by just to visit, and while we
were talking, she brought up the subject of sex. She'd kind of hinted
around it before, and I'd always respond to her comments or questions
honestly, but politely (not using 'slang' terms for different things).
This time was different though - she told me straight out that although
her mother had told her a little "about the birds and bees - UGH!", she
really didn't understand what it was all about. I asked her what she
meant, and she said that she understood the physical part of it about
how babies were made and so on, but didn't really know what to think
about "well, the rest of it - you know!". I asked her if there was
something she was bothered about, or wanted to know, and after a few
seconds of "um" and "uh", she finally came out and told me that one of
the boys at school "he's SOOOOOO cute!" was trying to get her to go out
with him, and be his girlfriend - and that he was pressuring her to have
sex with him. I asked her what about his other girlfriends, and she said
that he'd had several different girlfriends, but that he'd broken up
with all of them. I asked her why he'd broken up with so many
girlfriends, and she said that she didn't really know. I suggested that
she find out, and then decide. She asked me why, and I told her that it
sounded to me as though all he was really after was to have sex with her
- that it sounded as though he was "collecting cherries". She asked what
I meant, and I told her that there were some boys that enjoyed making
out with a lot of different girls, and even being the one to have sex
with them the first time, but that once they'd gotten a girl in bed,
they'd lose interest in her, and go out to find another one. Then, Robyn
admitted that she'd heard some rumors that some of the other girls had
gone to bed with this boy, too, but that others had refused. So I told
her that it might be interesting to find out when he'd broken up with
the girls that were rumored to have gone to bed with him. She thought
about that for a minute, and said "Yeah - you're right." Then she asked
me if

I thought she was wrong for thinking about having sex with the boy. I
told her that I only thought it was wrong to have sex with someone
because you thought you HAD to, not because you WANTED to. She asked
what I meant, and I simply said "If you make love or have sex with
someone because you think you HAVE to for some reason, then yes, I think
that's bad. Not because sex is bad, but because the REASONS are bad. If
you're doing it because you WANT to, then enjoy yourself, and be smart
enough not to get pregnant." She admitted that she did want to
experience sex, but that she wasn't sure that she wanted it to be with
this particular boy, and that she was also a little afraid because she'd
heard that it would hurt the first time - hurt a LOT. I told her that if
she was the least bit unsure about whether she wanted to have sex or
make love with someone, then it was a pretty good indication that she
probably shouldn't; and that depending on the girl, the first sexual
experience didn't have to hurt at all, and certainly didn't have to hurt
a LOT. She asked me why, and I explained to her that if the boy and girl
were careful and gentle with each other, then the girl wouldn't be so
afraid, and that going slowly and carefully with each other would mean
that the amount of pain would be kept to a minimum. I asked her if she'd
ever gotten shots at the doctor's; she said of course she had, and asked
why. In reply, I asked if all the shots had hurt. She said "No". I asked
her if the shots that she'd heard would hurt were the ones that seemed
to hurt the most, and after she thought about it for a moment, agreed
that was so. She thought about it a little more, and said "I understand
- being afraid of something makes it harder to do, and if you have a
chance to think about it, and do it when you're ready, it's easier." I
told her that was right, and that seemed to relieve some of her fears.
We chatted a couple more minutes, and then she went back to her
apartment.

A couple days later, it was raining cats and dogs again, and Robyn came
to my apartment again - thoroughly drenched from her trip home from
school. I gave her a towel, and sent her into the bathroom, as usual.
When she came out, she kind of pranced over to me (her tits jiggling
under her T-shirt), and surprised me by handing me her bra and panties,
asking me if I could put them someplace where they'd dry. I looked at
her, raised an eyebrow to let her know I knew she was up to something,
and put her things on a towel rack in the bathroom. When I got back to
the living room, she asked me if I was busy - I wasn't, so I told her
so, and sat down on the couch across from the chair she was in.

She asked me "You remember that boy I told you about before?", and when
I said that I did, the told me that she'd asked some of his former
girlfriends, and found out that he'd broken up with them shortly after
getting them to have sex with him. She also said that he'd broken up
with the girls that had refused to make out or have sex with him when
they had made it clear that they wouldn't do what he wanted. I said
"Well, it sounds like you made a pretty good choice, then", and she
blushed a bit, and said that I had helped by talking to her about what
she was thinking and feeling, and getting it straight in her mind. I
told her I was glad to be able to help, and she said that she was really
grateful that I hadn't told her mother about any of the things that
she'd said to me - she just KNEW that her mother would never understand.

The whole time we were talking, she kept wiggling around in the chair,
and pulling on the hem of her T-shirt, pressing it against her breasts,
and making her nipples show through it even more clearly. I knew she was
up to something, but it still took me by surprise when she blurted out
"Do you think I have nice tits?". I had always been honest with her, so
I didn't figure I could do anything else except to answer her by saying
"Yes, I do.", and teasing her a little, adding "You've shown them to me
through your wet shirts enough!" She giggled a little, and said "I think
they're too small, though. And my nipples are always so HARD! What do
you think?", and pulled her T-shirt even tighter, pressing her breasts
against her chest, making her nipples show even better through the wet
material. I responded by saying "From where I sit, they look just fine -
they're the right size for YOU, and most men think hard nipples are
sexy."

With that, she stood up, walked over to me, and said "From where you sit
isn't a very good view - ", and pulled her T-shirt completely off -
leaving me with a close-up look at a pair of the smoothest, firmest,
most nicely-shaped tits I'd seen in a LONG time. I started to get hard
(again), and she asked me "Do you like the view now?", and I had to
admit to her that I sure did! She asked me "Do you want to touch them
and play with them?", and I had to tell her "I sure do - but I can get
into a LOT of BIG-TIME trouble for it; hell, I could go to jail just for
looking!".

She pouted a bit, and said "I'm not going to tell anybody - I want you
to touch them!". I told her that if her mother ever found out about what
she was doing there with me, she'd never get within a hundred feet of
another boy, and that I'd be put in jail so fast it would be 3 weeks
before I found out where I was. After I said that, she just replied
"then we'd better be careful then, huh?", and moved even closer, so that
her breasts were right in front of me. She leaned over a bit, and swung
her leg over, so that she was sitting on my lap, facing me; then leaned
forward so that her breasts were right in my face, teasing my lips with
her nipples. Right then and there, what little bit of restraint I had
left turned to so much dust, and I gently sucked one of her nipples into
my mouth as I brought my hands up and started caressing and squeezing
her breasts. She moaned deep in her throat, and reached behind me,
pulling my head even closer. As I continued to lick and suck on her
nipple, I gradually moved my hands, so that I was caressing not only her
breasts, but her sides and belly and hips, too. By this time, I was as
hard as stone, and she had to be able to feel my penis pressing against
her crotch - but she didn't move away. After a minute or two, she
twisted a little, so that I would repeat what I'd been doing on her
other breast; and when I'd given that one equal time, I started
switching back and forth between them - first one breast and nipple,
then the other, all the while continuing to caress her sides and belly
and hips.

As she got more and more aroused, I could start to smell her juices, and
she started rubbing her crotch against my erection, making both of us
even hornier. Just when I thought I was going to explode, she suddenly
pulled away from me, and stood up. She quickly undid her jeans, and
pulled them down, leaving me with a view of her crotch. It was sparsely
covered with fine, black hair, so that it looked like her slit was
hiding behind a dark fog - enough to make things interesting, but not
enough to hide the view of her wet, puffy vaginal lips and erect
clitoris. She stood there for a few moments, letting me look at her,
knowing that I was getting even more excited by it, and she enjoying the
fact that I found her so sexy.

Finally, though, she stepped forward again, and dropped to her knees, so
that she could reach forward and start to undo my pants. She got as far
as unfastening my belt buckle before Good Sense reared it's ugly head,
and I grabbed her hands, saying "We can stop here, and now, and there
won't be any harm done to either of us". She just smiled at me, pulled
her hands away, and continued where she'd left off. In just a few
moments, she had my pants unfastened, and the zipper down, and was
trying to remove my pants. I stood up, and she quickly pulled my pants
down around my ankles, leaving me standing there in my shirt and
underwear, my obvious throbbing erection just inches from her face. She
leaned forward a bit, and rubbed her face against my erection, sniffing
deeply at the wet spot on the front of my underwear from my pre-cum. She
raised one hand, and cupped my balls in it while she slid the other hand
under the leg band of my shorts, and used her fingertips to brush
through my pubic hair and slowly stroke my erection. After a few
moments, she removed her hands, reached up, and pulled my shorts down to
my ankles, too; as my erection sprang free, it grazed her cheek, and
came to rest on her lips. With a mischievous look up at me, she stuck
her tongue out, and ever so slowly licked the underside of my penis from
my balls to the tip.

By the time she got to the tip, I thought I couldn't stand any more, and
damn near blew my load all over her lovely face. She took the head of my
penis in her mouth for a few seconds, as though to get the taste of it,
then gave it a quick kiss. She stood up, and gently pushed on my chest,
to get me to sit back down on the couch again. When I was sitting again,
she raised her leg again, and set herself back down on my lap, but this
time, with her snatch pressing my hardon against my belly.

I reached up and started caressing her breasts, teasing them until her
areolas stood up like little volcanoes with her nipples standing up like
small dark marbles. As she started rubbing her clitoris against my
penis, and using the stream of fluids coming out of her vagina for
lubrication, she reached forward and undid the buttons on my shirt, and
reached in to start caressing my chest and shoulders. We kept going like
that for several minutes, with me gently pinching her nipples and
squeezing her breasts while she caressed my chest and rubbed her wet
slit and erect clitoris against my erection. I could tell that she was
as excited as she'd ever been, and she leaned forward to give me a kiss
- surprising me again by opening her mouth and tickling my lips with her
tongue until I opened my mouth, too. We sat there like that for several
minutes, tongues dueling, her rubbing herself against my erection faster
and faster - but as the time went by, I could hear her start to make
little noises of frustration. I pushed her back a little bit, so that I
could see her face, and looked at her with a questioning look on my
face. She could only mutter "can't......quite.......get.......there.....
need......*more!" as she continued to slide her vagina and clitoris
against me.

I shrugged off my shirt, pulled her against me, and stood up. With a
secure grip on her, I stepped out of my pants and underwear, and carried
her, still rubbing against me, into the bedroom. I laid her down on the
bed, and when she realized that she was under me, with my penis pressing
against her vagina, she suddenly tensed up, and said "No - I don't think
I'm ready for that yet!". With all the will power I could muster, I said
that I understood, and said that there was another way for her to get
some relief without my actually entering her. She looked relieved, and
then quickly asked "How?! Never mind - let's do it! I can't stand this
any more!".

I moved around so that I was facing her feet, laid down, and then pulled
her over on top of me, in the classic "69" position. She seemed to get
the idea quickly, and spread her legs even more, giving me free access
to her crotch. With infinite slowness and care, I stuck my tongue out,
and gently licked the outside of her vagina, from her clitoris back
toward her little pink rosebud. She gave out a little gasp, and said
"Yes! That's it! More!". I did it again, only this time, narrowing my
tongue, and dipping it a little ways into her vagina, so that I could
collect some of her nectar - slippery, sweet, and slightly musky. As my
tongue moved inside her slightly, she spread her legs even more, giving
me free access to her. I continued to lick her that way, sometimes
pausing to tongue-fuck her tight little vagina, other times, stopping to
softly suck on her clitoris or vaginal lips. That quickly got her back
to being as aroused as she'd been before, and her juices were flowing
freely onto my tongue and face, making it easier for me to keep her
clitoris lubricated as I focused on it more and more.

While I was doing all that I could to get her as excited as possible,
she got the idea of returning the favor, and started licking and
mouthing my erect cock. At first, all she would do was to lick it, first
lengthwise from near my balls to the tip, and then from side-to-side
around it, but as she got more and more aroused, she started licking my
balls, too, and taking the head of my penis into her mouth. When she
realized the response she got from me when she did that, she soon gave
up on everything else, and concentrated on keeping me in her mouth -
moving her head up and down, fucking my penis with it, or keeping her
mouth still, and using her tongue to lick the underside.

Finally, though, we'd each had as much as we could stand. I felt my
balls tighten up, and warned her that I was about to come; I thought
she'd pull her mouth away, but she didn't. Instead, when my first wad of
cum emptied into her mouth, she just pulled her head back so that just
the head of my penis was in her mouth, and let me continue to shoot
spurt after spurt of cum into her mouth, swallowing it. When I felt the
last spasm, I returned to what I'd been doing - gently rubbing her
clitoris with my tongue, while I felt her take my penis back into her
mouth and start to suck and lick the cum off it. While she was doing
that, I continued to lick her clitoris, but moved one hand up so that I
could collect some of her juices on it before starting to work it inside
her vagina. When I started doing that, she released my penis from her
mouth and arched her back, making it easier for me to work my finger
into her tight, wet slit. I finally got my finger all the way inside
her, and then started twisting it around in her, to get it as wet as
possible. Then I pulled it almost all the way out, and slowly pushed it
back in again - enjoying the sight as her slippery vaginal lips seemed
to hold onto it as it penetrated her, and how her vagina held onto my
wet finger as I pulled it back out again. I could feel her hymen as I
put my finger inside her, but it didn't seem to completely block her; I
could readily slide past it.

She seemed to really enjoy that, along with the tongue-lashing I was
giving her clitoris, and it wasn't too long before I could feel her
tense up over me; and as she gasped out her climax, I could feel her
vaginal muscles clamping down on my finger, and taste the juices as they
fairly flowed out of her. After she reached the peak of her climax, I
pulled my finger out of her vagina, and as she slowly spasmed down, I
gently pressed against her anus with it at the same time I was pressing
her clitoris with my tongue - and each time I did that, it set off
another mini-climax for her.

After a couple of minutes for us to catch our breath, she raised herself
up a little, and turned around, so that she was laying on top of me -
her breasts and hard nipples pressing into my chest, her spread legs
letting her vagina drip it's nectar onto my penis and pubic hair. She
looked up at me, and I asked her "Feel better, now?", and she put her
head back down and started giggling into my neck. When she'd caught her
breath again, she slid herself up a bit more, so that she could kiss me,
and said "I feel much better, thank you. And thank you for not 'pushing'
things". I smiled at her, and told her "It was my pleasure, I assure
you!", which sent her into another fit of giggles into my neck.

She finally raised herself back up again, so that she was kneeling over
my waist, and I pulled the two of us up toward the headboard of the bed,
so that I could lean back and look at the way her breasts swayed as she
breathed, and her nipples stood out, and her vaginal lips pouted. She
smiled at me, and asked "Is that what sex is all about?", and I told her
"That's what making love is all about". She looked confused, and asked
me what the difference was, so I told her that, to me, "Sex only uses
body parts. Making love uses the heart and mind, too." She thought about
it for a bit, and then nodded her head, understanding what I'd said.

About that time, the clock chimed, and made us both realize that her
mother would be getting home in about half an hour - and that her mother
might not be so understanding if her little girl came home smelling of
sex. We went in and took a nice, warm shower together (slippery, clean
fun) before getting dressed again (this time, she put on her bra and
panties). As she was leaving, I gave her a little pat on the bottom, and
told her to take good care of herself.....

For the next few days, Robyn pretty much stayed away. Not that we didn't
see each other, but rather that she simply didn't actually stop in and
visit. Instead, whenever we saw each other, she'd give me one of those
Mona Lisa type of smiles - letting me know that she'd enjoyed her last
visit. Too, as the days went by, the weather changed, bringing much
warmer temperatures; and I noticed (!!) that Robyn had stopped wearing a
bra.

Finally, though, she did stop by again, after she got home from school.
When I opened the door for her, she told me, in a loud voice, "Look! I
got an 'A+' on the paper I did on your computer!" before coming in. When
I closed the door, and turned around, she plastered herself against me,
pressing her braless breasts and nipples into my chest. When I started
to get hard, she could feel it, and started rubbing her crotch against
my erection - helping it along, considerably. Finally, though, she let
go of me, and went over to sit in 'her' chair. I sat on the couch, and
told her that I was glad that she'd done well on her report, and asked
her how things had been going for her the last couple of days. She gave
me a cat-that-ate-the-canary smile, and said that things had been just
fine - but not as well as her last visit. I gave her a wicked smile in
return, and asked what had happened to make her remember her last visit
so well. She giggled, blushed a little, and told me "Just the best
feeling I've ever had in my whole life!". I pretty much figured that a
whole life of 12+ years wasn't much to judge by, but was glad that she'd
enjoyed it as much as she'd seemed to. Then she told me "Y'know, I'm
glad that you didn't.... well.... YOU know...". I told her that I
believed what I'd said about taking the time to make physical
relationships pleasant, adding "I'm not going to be doing anything to or
with you that you don't want. What we did before was very pleasant for
me, but I am not going to try to do anything to make it happen again, or
make anything more happen. If that, or anything more, happens, then I'll
be glad for it; but if nothing else happens, then I'll honestly be just
as glad to have had that one time with you." That sobered her up some,
and she gave me a little smile to let me know that she'd understood what
I said.

A few moments later, she changed the subject, and started asking me
questions about the computer, how it worked, what it was made of, and so
on. I told her that it would be easier to explain to her if I could show
her on the computer itself, and we went over to where the computer was
running a screen saver.

As I started answering her questions, and showing her how the different
parts of the computer worked, and what their purpose was, she got more
interested in it, and started asking me more and more involved
questions. I answered them, as best I could for someone without a
technical background, and before long, we were on the subject of
software. I explained to her how software was written, and about
computer languages and operating systems, using the program that I'd
been working on as an example for different things. Before long, though,
it was at the point where my program didn't 'do' enough, and I went to
other programs to show her different aspects of operating systems and
user interfaces.

The whole thing took a couple of hours, and we were both surprised when
there was a knock at my door. When I answered, it was Robyn's mother,
looking for her. When Robyn saw her mother, she jumped up, and ran over
to her, telling her about getting her report back, and showing her the
grade it had received. Her mother was quite pleased by it, and thanked
me for helping her out as I had. I responded by telling her that it
wasn't any problem, and that I thought Robyn was a pretty smart young
lady. Her mother raised an eyebrow at that, and I told her that Robyn
had asked me some good questions about computers and software, and that
I'd been showing her different things on the computer to demonstrate
some of my answers. I then invited her over for a look, and suggested
that Robyn tell her mother some of what she'd learned. Robyn started off
with how the computer worked, and what the different parts were; and
when she got into software, I went along with her on the computer,
demonstrating the different things she was saying. Since her mother used
a computer a lot on her job, she was able to see that Robyn was getting
nearly all of it correct, and was only getting her terminology wrong in
the few places where she made mistakes. Between that, and seeing that
Robyn had been in the chair next to the computer when she came in,
seemed to put to rest any worries she might have had.

She finally told Robyn that they had to get home, and Robyn started
pleading with her mother, asking if she could come over again, and learn
more about computers, and how to use some of the different software that
I had. Her mother started out telling her no, but Robyn was so
insistent, that her mother finally looked at me for help. I told them
that I would be glad to teach Robyn more about computers, and how to use
the different program, BUT that I was also working for myself, and it
would only have to happen when I wasn't busy. Her mother looked
relieved, and Robyn, of course, was delighted by it - and quickly agreed
to the 'rules'. With that done, they left.

It was a couple more days before Robyn came over again - but I was
having trouble with a little bit of code, and told her that I couldn't
spare the time for any lessons right then. She seemed disappointed, and
asked if she could just sit and watch me. I thought about it for a
moment, and told her she could, but that if she interrupted me, or
distracted me, she would have to leave. She agreed, I let her in, and
she promptly went over, pulled a chair over to where she could watch
what I was doing without being in the way, and sat down. I went back to
work, and over the next hour or so, finally got the code I'd been
working on smoothed out and running. The whole time, Robyn simply sat
there, watching my every move, but not saying anything.

When I'd gotten the code tested, and saved, I relaxed, and sat back in
my chair, finishing off the Coke I'd been drinking. I sighed, threw the
can into the wastebasket, and started to get up to go get another one
when Robyn finally spoke up, saying "Let me get it for you", and almost
ran into the kitchen. She quickly returned with a can of Coke, and
handed it to me. When I popped the top on it, she moved behind me, and
started rubbing my neck and shoulders. I took a couple more swallows off
the Coke, set it down, and leaned my head forward a little, so that she
could get to my neck a little easier. She started really working the
muscles in my neck and shoulders, and it wasn't long before I started
groaning in pleasure. She asked me "Does that feel good?", and I replied
by telling her that it certainly did. A couple moments later, she asked
"As good as Other Things that we've done?" - and I answered "I didn't
say it was that good!", making her laugh. Then she moved around in front
of me, sat on my lap facing me, and with a impish grin asked me "Is
there anything else that would help you relax?". I said that I could
probably think of a couple, and she pulled her shirt off, saying "Do any
of them start here?". I agreed that they did, leaned forward, and
started licking and sucking on her breasts and nipples. It wasn't long
before her areolas were tight and crinkled, and her nipples were
standing out like little dark jellybeans. While I was giving her breasts
a tongue-bath, I was softly stroking and caressing her sides and back
while she held my head against her chest. My penis was completely hard,
and she was rubbing and pressing her crotch against it with small, firm,
movements. After a couple minutes of that, she said "Maybe we should do
this someplace more comfortable...", so I took her in my arms, stood up,
and carried her into the bedroom. When I got next to the bed, I asked
"Do you think here would be a good place?"; she giggled, and nodded yes,
so I set her down on the edge of the bed. She reached down and started
to unfasten her shorts when I said "Here, let me do that". She pulled
her hands away, and started using them to squeeze her breasts and pinch
her nipples. I reached down, unsnapped her shorts, and pulled the zipper
down, revealing her pale blue panties. As I started pulling her shorts
down, she raised her hips up off the bed, and as I got her shorts down
past her knees, she spread her legs slightly, and I could see that there
was already a wet spot on her panties. When I'd gotten her shorts
completely off her, and dropped them on the floor, I moved up so that my
face was in her crotch, and started using my lips to massage her
clitoris and the outside of her vagina through her panties. In just a
few moments, she was starting to moan, and pressing her crotch into my
face as the wet spot on her panties got larger and larger. Before long,
the mixture of her juices and my saliva was enough that the entire
crotch of her panties was soaked, and about halfway up the front -
making them almost transparent, and revealing how her vaginal lips were
extended and pressing against them, and showing off the dark color of
her downy muff.

My erection was starting to hurt from being confined in my pants, and I
was eventually forced to stand up, so that I could take my clothes off.
It took her a moment to realize that I'd stopped, and when she saw that
I was starting to undress, said "My turn!", and slithered across the bed
so that she could stand up in front of me. She started unbuttoning my
shirt, and when she'd gotten all the buttons undone, opened it up, and
reached around to hug me, pressing her tight breasts and hard nipples
into my chest for a few moments before pulling my shirt off. Then she
reached down and unbuckled my belt, having only a little trouble with
it, unbuttoned my pants, and pulled the zipper down - slowly, and
pressing her hand against my erection as she did so. She grabbed the
waistband of my pants, and slid them down around my feet, squatting down
as she did, and brushing her nipples against my skin all the way down;
once down, she gently tugged at each leg in turn, so that I would lift
my feet and she could get the pants out of the way. When she'd tossed
them off to the side, she pressed her face against my erection, and
started using her lips to gently 'bite' at it, as I'd done to her. She
also raised one of her hands up, and started weighing my balls in her
hand, and softly squeezing and feeling them. It was only a few moments
of this before I started pressing my erection against her; she stopped
what she was doing then, stood up, and started to pull my underwear
down, too, repeating the process she'd used to pull my pants down. As my
underwear went down, and my erection came free, it dropped down so that
it stood angled out and up from my body - right at her eye level. When
she'd gotten my underwear free, and tossed it aside, she reached up
again, using one hand to stroke my balls, and the other to hold my penis
as she licked the underside and mouthed it again. When a couple drops of
pre-cum appeared, she got a delighted look on her face, stuck her face
in my crotch, and started slowly licking me from the bottom of my balls,
along the bottom of my penis, and out to the head, where she 'flipped'
her tongue to catch the pre-cum. She made a little smile, and said
"Good! Sweet and salty, at the same time. I like it!".

She looked up at me, giggled a little, and said "I've never really seen
a boy - I mean, a man - naked before. Can I look?". I laughed, and said
"I'll show you mine, if you'll show me yours!", and she laughed, too.

She quickly stood up, and when she reached for her panties, I said
"That's still MY job, you know...", and moved her hands out of the way.
I knelt down, and as I pulled her panties down, was greeted by a nice,
close-up view of her bush. It was still kind of small, but was made up
of sparse, fine, dark, straight hair - enough to give her pubis some
'color', but not enough to obstruct the view of what was under it. After
I'd gotten her panties down, and removed them from around her feet, I
leaned forward a little, and stuck my tongue in her crotch, so that it
was back by the entrance to her vagina - and slowly curled it,
separating her vaginal lips and dipping inside to taste her nectar,
before continuing up to briefly rub her clitoris in little circles. When
I felt her knees starting to get weak, I stood back up, pulled her close
to me, and stood there for a few moments, with my penis trapped between
her legs, holding her and enjoying the feeling of her smooth young skin
next to mine, the way her soft bush felt, and how her breasts felt
pressing against me. After a bit, though, she started moving her hips a
little, so that my penis was rubbing against her crotch. I released her,
and when she moved back a little, I looked down at her and teased her by
saying "Oh! You mean we're not done yet?".

She got another impish smile on her face, and said "Not even close!"
before moving back so that she could sit on the edge of the bed. She
quickly moved some more, so that she was stretched out completely before
me, raised her hands up over her head, spread her legs a bit, and said
"See anything you like?". I laughed, and said "I'm sure I can find
something!", which made her laugh, too. I asked her "Do you still want
to have a look?", and she nodded, so I moved around to the side of the
bed, and laid down next to her, with my head at her crotch, and her head
at mine.

We each rolled onto our sides, and I raised one leg up so that my foot
was flat on the bed, so that she could have free access to anything she
wanted. She took the cue, and did the same for me - leaving me with an
excellent view.

I could feel that her first touches were pretty tentative, so I told her
"The only thing you need to be really careful about are my testicles" -
she reached out and touched them - "Yes, those. They're very sensitive
to pressure, so don't squeeze them too hard." - she started to gently
squeeze them - "That much is okay. The slang term for them is 'balls',
and they're inside my scrotum, or 'bag'. You can feel them, but
carefully. I'll let you know if you do anything uncomfortable, or if you
start to hurt me". And with that, I left her to her explorations, and I
started on mine. It was a real delight for me to be able to examine her
the way I did - to me, each woman's genitals are unique, and a work of
art of their own. Her vaginal lips were smooth and thin, and almost
straight - not surprising, since she was still a virgin - but still
protruded enough from her excitement that they were readily visible.
Because she was excited, they were glistening with her lubrication, and
were giving off a distinct, but mild, musky odor. Her clitoris was
erect, too, and although still hidden behind it's little hood, it was
obvious that it was about the size of a large pea. Her pubic hair was
black, but very sparse. The individual hairs were thin and straight and
very soft - stroking it reminded me of petting the belly fur of a cat.
As she looked and smelled and felt and tasted her way around my penis
and balls, I was doing the same to her - tracing the folds of her vagina
with my fingers and tongue, tasting the ample moisture she was making in
her excitement (light, sweet, slippery, and faintly musky), feeling the
smoothness and thinness of her vaginal lips, the softness of her inner
thighs, and enjoying the way her vaginal lips would wrap themselves
around my finger as I teased her cleft, and slightly entered her.
Whenever I started to put my finger inside her slightly, she would
almost involuntarily arch her back a little, as though to try and impale
herself on it - but I would always move my finger back a little, so that
I was only probing the very entrance of her vagina.

After several minutes of mutual exploration, though, she was getting to
the point where my probes of her vaginal entrance and rubbing and
licking of her clitoris with my tongue were almost more than she could
bear - she was moaning more and more frequently when I stopped doing one
thing and switched over to another, and her pelvis was in almost
constant motion. I gradually changed from licking her clitoris, to
pressing my finger against the outside of her vagina, and then into it
slightly. When I was finally using only my finger on her, I began
entering her vagina with it, going only a little deeper each time,
twisting it around a little to keep it well lubricated, and then
withdrawing it almost completely.

Before long, she was arching her pelvis toward me as I was putting my
entire finger inside her; I could feel the walls of her vagina as they
clasped at it, and seemed to hang on to it when I withdrew it. Her
juices were flowing freely enough that her entire crotch was soaked, as
well as her pubic hair, and it was even starting to flow down toward her
anus. I was licking up as much of it as I could, but there was simply so
much of it.

While I was doing all of that, she had finished her examination of me,
and was switching around from using her hand to masturbate me, to
licking and softly sucking on my balls, to mouthing and licking my
penis. As I started moving my finger more and more quickly in her, she
started taking my erection into her mouth - first just the head of it,
and gradually sucking in more of it, until she was taking nearly all of
it in her warm, tight mouth, and using her tongue to massage and caress
it. I could feel her breathing through her nose, since every time she
exhaled, it sent a little draft of warm air blowing across my balls. I
could feel my balls starting to tighten up, and not wanting to be
selfish, started licking her clitoris in time with my finger movements
in her. She quickly started to respond to that, and had difficulty
holding her crotch still. She also showed her appreciation by moving my
penis in and out of her mouth, rubbing the underside of it with her
tongue on the way in, sucking on it on the way out, and making little
swirling motions on the head of it before taking it back in.

I could feel it when she was on the very edge of her climax, and when I
would get my finger inside her, would make circular motions with it. I
was also gradually slowing down and softening the licking and rubbing of
her clitoris I was doing with my tongue, bringing her along more slowly.
It was only a couple more minutes, though, before she finally went over
the edge - she pressed her pelvis up toward me to get as much of my
finger inside her as she could, and clamped her thighs down on my head,
making it difficult for me to press firmly against her clitoris with my
tongue in time with the vaginal contractions I could feel nearly
breaking my finger. Her moaning as she came vibrated my erection in her
mouth, and I could feel it all the way down to my balls - which damn
near set me off, too! She virtually dripped juices as she came; it was
only moments before my hand was completely drenched with them, and they
had made my whole face wet. As she came down from her orgasm, I
continued to give her clitoris soft little licks; moving my finger in
and out of her in small, gentle motions.

When her spasms finally stopped, she seemed to realize where she was,
and what she'd been doing; and picked up where she'd left off - with a
vengeance! Soon, she was not only giving me one of the best blowjobs I'd
ever had, but was using one hand to alternately softly squeeze my balls,
and gently drag her fingernails across my scrotum. When she felt my
balls tighten, and I told her "I'm gonna cum!", she took as much of my
erection in her mouth as she could - I could feel the head of it
pressing against her throat - and sucked on my like I'd never
experienced before. The first shot of my cum hit the back of her throat,
and she never even hesitated - she just swallowed it, and kept going.
The feeling of her throat as she swallowed my jism was so incredible,
that the next shot was even stronger than the first - and she just did
it again: swallowing it without even slowing down. Between the warm,
moist suction she was providing, and the way her throat would 'tickle'
the head of my penis, it was almost more than I could stand - it felt as
though my balls were turning inside-out, and I came for what felt like
several minutes.

It was only when several seconds went by that I didn't shoot another
load that she finally released me - but only after she'd used her tongue
to lick all the remains of my semen from my penis while she slowly let
my still-firm penis slide out of her mouth. Even after I'd rolled over
onto my back to catch my breath, she slid over a little so that she
could continue to lick and mouth my now-softening penis. Only when I was
completely soft did she stop, and turn around so that she was laying
next to me on her side, her head on my shoulder and one leg over mine,
her arm across my chest, and her breasts pressing against my side. I put
my arm around her, and held her there like that, snuggling with her, for
several minutes: she playing with my chest hair and giving my ribs
little kisses while I caressed her back and gave her soft kisses on the
top of her head. It was only when she started to feel cold that she
finally moved away from me, saying "Feel more relaxed, now?".

"Relaxed enough for the next month, I think!" was the only thing I could
say in reply, making her smile and giggle. I saw the goose bumps on her,
and asked "You ready for a warm shower?" and she answered with "Only if
you're there to help!". I glanced at the clock, and could see that we
still had about an hour before her mother came home, so we went in to
clean each other up - and on the way, she took my hand, noticed her
juices on it, and slowly licked them off with a devilish look on her
face, making me start to get hard again. Even in the shower, she
continued to do almost everything she could think of (and she could
think of a lot, even for as young as she was!) to get me going again. Of
course, I did what I could to return the 'favor', and we wound up
spending nearly half an hour under the spray - leaving only when the hot
water started to run out.

After we dried off and got dressed again (collecting our clothes from
where they'd been cast aside), she asked if she could play with the
computer a little bit. I told her she could, but that I'd have to watch
her at first, to make sure she didn't do anything wrong. She understood
that, sat down, and started trying different things out while I went in
and got the two of us a Coke.

There we were, sitting in front of the computer, when her mother got
home - and came over to 'claim' her daughter. She stayed and chatted
with me for a few minutes, and I could see that she had something on her
mind, but wasn't quite sure what it was. I finally just came out and
said that it seemed as though she was troubled by something, and asked
her if it was something I could help with. She said that her boss had
tapped her to attend a training class in a couple days time, and that
she'd have to fly out one afternoon, stay the night, attend the class,
and fly back the following night. She said that she really wanted to
attend the class, but really didn't think that she could leave Robyn
home by herself - she said that she'd worry about Robyn getting into
some kind of trouble, or not having anything to eat, and all kinds of
things like that.

I told her that her problem wasn't a problem - that if she wanted to go
to the class, she could leave Robyn at home, and that if Robyn had any
problems, I'd be there to help her out. Her mother said that that was
fine with her, but she'd still be worried about Robyn getting something
to eat, so I told her that the following night seemed like a good time
for pizza to me, and that if Robyn wanted to share it, I'd just order a
little larger one. Robyn perked up a bit at that, and it seemed to
reassure her mother (I got the idea she wanted to be talked into it).
Her mother finally agreed, and said that she'd give me the money for the
pizza; I replied by telling her that I'd be buying the pizza, anyway. We
went back and forth like that for a bit, until we finally agreed that
she'd give me enough to pay for half the pizza ("Robyn can eat like a
horse, at times!", followed by "Mo-THER!"). With that settled, her
mother said that she felt better, and would go ahead to the class. Only
then did Robyn chime in by saying "Mom, I think I'd be scared to stay in
the apartment all by myself. Can I stay over here, instead?". Her mother
said that I had work to do, and couldn't be bothered by having her
around for all that time - and besides, where would she stay? Robyn said
that she'd be real quiet, and not bother me, and that she could watch me
and learn more about computers, and that she really wouldn't be any
trouble, really, and that she could bring her sleeping bag and sleep on
the floor, and that she really didn't want her mother to miss out on the
class, and that she'd be okay, really, and I'd said that I'd watch out
for her anyway and this wasn't that much more was it, and it was okay
with me, wasn't it?

I had to smile at how she'd gotten that all out in one breath, and said
that Robyn hadn't been any trouble at all when she'd been over. I added
that Robyn really did sit quietly and pay attention to what I was doing
when she was there, so it wasn't as though she'd be any bother; I also
said that there wasn't any need for Robyn to sleep on the floor - that I
had a perfectly comfortable couch, and spare bedding. I was wondering
what her mother was thinking about this, and I was more than willing to
have Robyn all to myself for a lengthy period of time, but I was worried
about creating suspicion, so I just played it as though I were a
friendly, helpful neighbor that was interested in helping children learn
and do well in school.

I could see her mother waffling on it, and said that it would be a shame
for her to miss a training session that could help her job, that I
didn't think Robyn would be any trouble at all, and that she'd have my
phone number so she could call (collect if she wanted) any time she got
worried (about what, I didn't say - no sense in creating problems).
After Robyn and I just stood there, letting her think about it for a
bit, she finally decided that it was okay (I could see that she really
did want to go), but that if she heard that Robyn gave me any trouble at
all, she'd be "grounded for life ".

Robyn gave out with a "Yippee! Thanks, Mom!", and I simply nodded to her
mother, acknowledging my 'responsibility' in the matter. With that done,
Robyn and her mother went back to their apartment.

Early the next afternoon, Robyn's mother came over to make sure I still
agreed to watch after Robyn, and seemed reassured when I said that I
would still do it - and when she saw that I'd already put a pillow and
bedding next to the end of the couch for Robyn to use. I asked her if
she needed a ride to the airport, and she said that she'd already called
a transport service; they'd be by in about an hour to pick her up. I
wished her good luck on the trip, gave her one of my business cards so
that she'd have my phone number handy, asked her to let me know where
she'd be staying so I could call if I had to, and she left. About an
hour later, I heard a car horn, looked out the window, and watched as
Robyn's mother took her suitcase out and got into the van that would get
her to the airport.

That afternoon, when Robyn got home from school, she came straight to my
apartment. I let her in when she knocked, and told her that I was still
working on the computer program. I added that it wasn't so important
now, so that she could interrupt me to ask questions if she wanted. She
seemed pleased by that, but also asked me what I thought of her clothes
- a thin, tight blouse (no bra), and a pair of shorts that she must have
put on with a spray can. I said "Makes you look good enough to eat!",
and it took her a moment to understand the joke - but my reward was a
very pretty blush and giggle when she did.

I asked her if she'd get me a Coke from the fridge, and said she should
help herself if she was thirsty or hungry. As she headed off for the
kitchen, I went back to the computer, and picked up where I'd left off.

Robyn came back shortly with a Coke for each of us, handed me one, and
pulled up a chair so she could watch what I was doing. I thanked her,
opened the Coke, took a swallow, and went back to my program. For the
next couple of hours, Robyn would interrupt me every so often, and ask
me to explain something to her - anything from what different computer
instructions did to how the compiler worked to what the program I was
writing was for. Each time, I'd tell her what I was doing, and why, and
answer her question as best I could. She seemed satisfied with my
answers, would thank me, and I'd continue working.

When I finally noticed that it was getting to be early evening, I saved
all my work, told Robyn that I'd done enough for that day, and shut the
computer off. Then I asked her what she wanted to do that evening -
after the pizza, of course. She said that she really hadn't planned on
anything, and could we make it a pepperoni and ground beef, with extra
cheese?

I laughed, picked up the phone, order us a large pan pizza - to her
specifications - from Pizza Hut. I suggested that while we were waiting
for the pizza, we could talk, if she wanted. She said she'd like that,
and we moved over when I sat down on the couch, she decided that she
wanted to sit next to me - really next to me. I asked her what she
wanted to talk about, and she said that she wanted to talk to me about
what we'd been doing. I kinda felt a chill go through me, wondering what
she'd have to say, but I said "fine", and asked her what she wanted to
say. She started off by telling me that she'd 'really, REALLY!" enjoyed
what we'd done together - I'd made her feel things she'd only heard and
wondered about. Then she said that she didn't know if I'd like her
because, after she kind of stammered and stuttered a bit, she sometimes
'touched herself - you know, there...". It surprised her quite a bit
when I laughed - she blushed real hard, and started to get upset with
me, before I asked her "so what's the problem?". That seemed to surprise
her even more, and she said that she'd 'heard' that it wasn't good to
touch herself that way, and that all kinds of bad things would happen if
she did. I told her that everyone masturbated, and that I'd have been
seriously worried about her if she didn't touch herself. She seemed kind
of doubtful, and I asked her if it felt good when she did that.

She admitted that it did ("but not as good as what you do!"); so I told
her to pinch herself - hard enough to hurt. She did, and asked me why
I'd told her to do it. I said that it was so that she'd be sure and know
the difference between doing something that hurt her, and doing
something that felt good. I asked her if she'd ever tried to smoke.
After a bit of mumbling, she admitted she had. I asked her what
happened, and she said that it had made her cough, and sick to her
stomach. I pointed out that her body would tell her when she was doing
something bad for it, and that if she did something that felt good, then
it wasn't hurting her physically. I followed that up by telling her that
making herself feel good wasn't a bad thing for her physically, but that
if she did it too much, or did it to the exclusion of other things, then
it would be bad for her emotionally. I told her that she had seemed to
enjoy what we'd done, so I didn't think there was much chance of her
having any emotional problems about masturbating when she wasn't able to
be physical with someone else. That seemed to relieve her mind quite a
bit, and she soon changed the subject (slightly) toward birth control.
She asked me a few questions, and I gave her what information I knew,
always being careful to separate what I knew as fact, and my own
personal opinion. She listened carefully to my answers, and had just
said "I like talking to you about stuff - you don't try to tell me
stories or pretend you know everything; when you aren't sure or don't
know, you say so". I was about to thank her in reply when the doorbell
rang - the pizza had arrived.

With the arrival of food, all conversation stopped for a while. I turned
on the TV to catch the news while we ate; I was amazed at the amount of
food that Robyn could put away - the little imp tucked away 3 slices
from a large pizza, and a Coke, and only after careful thought decided
not to go after a fourth slice, saying "I'll save it for later, when I'm
hungry again."

When I went to put the pizza carcass in the fridge, Robyn got up and
headed toward the bathroom; I sat back down on the couch, and couple
minutes later, she came back into the living room - stark naked! My
penis immediately started to jump to attention, but I tried to stay calm
- asking her if she wasn't going to get a bit cold that way. She giggled
a little, smiled, and said "I've been thinking about it a lot lately,
and I've decided that I want my first time to be with YOU." I told her
that I was flattered that she thought that way about me, and said that
what she was saying was something that could happen only once: she
couldn't go back to being a virgin. She said that she knew that, but
that she also understood what I'd said about taking her time and being
careful and patient - she knew that if she let a boy her own age do it,
he would hurt her, and she wouldn't feel good like she did with me. She
also said that she thought that if she let a boy her own age be the
first, he'd talk about it to all his friends, and people would talk
badly about her - but that she knew I wouldn't say anything because she
trusted me. I asked her if she'd thought about the possibility of
getting pregnant, and she said she had; that was why she'd asked me
about birth control. She said that she couldn't get birth control pills
or an IUD yet, and that she didn't think men liked using condoms, so she
thought that making love at a time when she couldn't get pregnant was
her best choice for her first time; and that she wasn't going to start
her next period for another couple of days, so she knew that she
couldn't get pregnant then.

I had to admit to myself that she seemed to have thought the matter out
pretty well. Of course, I also had to admit to myself that the idea of
being the first one to jump her cute little body had a certain appeal,
too!

About that time, the phone rang - I damn near didn't answer it, but then
remembered that her mother would be calling to see how things were
going, and let me know where she was. I answered it, and sure enough, it
was Robyn's mother. When I picked up the phone, Robyn came over to me,
and started undressing me while I was talking to her mother. Her mother
asked me how things were going, and I told her just fine - that we'd
already had our supper; she asked about it, and I told her about the
pizza and how much Robyn had eaten (Robyn pausing long enough to stick
her tongue out at me), and what we'd done before supper. As she told me
about her trip, Robyn continued to undress me - and because I was
talking to her mother on the phone, my penis had shrunk back down. When
Robyn got my pants and underwear off, she saw that, and decided to do
something about it - kneeling down and taking me into her mouth, softly
sucking and licking it. I couldn't help but get hard again (damn, that
kid was good!), and it was all I could do to make the appropriate polite
noises to her mother at the other end of the line. Finally, though, her
mother started to wind down, and gave me her phone and room number at
the hotel. When I'd written them down, she said she wanted to talk to
Robyn for a bit, so I held the phone out, called out Robyn's name, and
gestured to her to wait a few moments - as though she had to come to the
phone from farther away than my now-hard dick. She understood, and after
a few seconds, took the phone from me, and sat down to talk with her
mother.

I figured that if Robyn could do it, I could, too, and kneeled down in
front of her, put her legs over my shoulders, and started licking her
damp crotch. The first time I got to her clitoris, her breath caught in
her throat, and she had to tell her mother that it was just a hiccup
from the pizza, making me smile at her before resuming my ministrations.
After only a few minutes, I heard her telling her mother goodbye. I
stopped sticking my tongue in her vagina for a little bit, so that she
could hang up the phone, and when she was settled again, started up on
her clitoris.

She let me continue for a little bit, then said "that feels wonderful,
but I want more - I want it all". I told her "You know, we can finish
this off this way, and there won't be any harm done"; Robyn responded by
saying "I chickened out on you the first time; don't chicken out on me,
now". I smiled at her, nodded my head, and stood up, so that she could
get up, too. I bowed to her, and swept my arm toward the bedroom,
indicating that I would follow her (all the better to watch her cute
little ass move). She smiled back, and fairly flounced her way into the
bedroom, almost giving me eyestrain watching her tight buns dance
around.

When we got into the bedroom, she hesitated a little, as though she
wasn't sure what to do, but quickly recovered, and laid down on the bed.
I stood there, looking at her, for several seconds - enjoyed the way she
looked. I finally gave in to temptation, and got up onto the bed with
her, laying next to her. She looked a little worried for a bit, and
asked me "So what do we do now?".

I told her that the best to go at it (she smiled at the pun) would be if
I stretched the inside of her vagina a bit first, so that my penis
wouldn't seem quite as large. After she was stretched a little more
inside, I'd stop so that she could relax a little bit from it, and then
whenever she was ready, we could get my penis in her. She asked me how
we'd do that, and I explained to her that it would be easiest for her if
I laid on my back, and she could get over me, and lower herself down
onto it - that way, if she started to feel any pain or discomfort, she
could stop or pause for as long as she needed. That seemed to calm her a
little, so I kissed her, and when she started to kiss me back, opened my
mouth and started licking her lips. She quickly opened her mouth in
return, and we started French-kissing as our hands roamed over each
other's bodies. It wasn't long before she was starting to moan, so I
gently separated us, and moved down to where I could reach her crotch
more easily. She knew what I was going to do, and brought her feet up
and spread her legs, giving me the best access to her vagina.

I slowly worked a finger into her with one hand, while I softly rubbed
and circled her clitoris with my other hand, to help make sure she was
as lubricated as possible. It didn't take long before I could get my
whole finger in her; when she was a little wetter, I started working a
second finger in - again, starting by just entering her, getting my
fingers lubricated, and withdrawing again. I alternated that with
putting just one finger all the way inside her, so that the one finger
was always well-lubricated. Gradually, as she relaxed, I was able to get
two fingers into her further and further - until I finally got both
fingers all the way inside her. With that done, I slowly withdrew them
nearly all the way, and then slid them back in again - getting her used
to the size of them.

While I was doing all this, I continued to rub and circle her clitoris
with the fingers of my other hand - and she used her hands to squeeze
her breasts and tweak her nipples. When I was finally able to get both
fingers into her fairly easily, I went to the next step: turning them
around in her, so that instead of being stretched in just one direction,
it would stretch her out all the way. I again went through the process
of going a little way, then backing off, then going a little further,
then backing off, always going a little further than before. Finally, I
was able to move my fingers around in her freely - she was still smaller
inside than my penis, but now the difference wasn't so great; and she
was starting to enjoy the sensation.

When I slid my fingers out of her for the last time, they came free with
a barely-audible 'pop'; she looked down at me as though she was both
relieved to be not so filled again, and anxious to go on to the next
step.

I moved back up next to her, and told her "Now, while you're recovering
from that, and getting ready for the final part, we find something to do
to keep ourselves occupied". She smiled at me, said "I think I know what
we can do", moved herself down so that her face was in my crotch, and
swung her leg over my head, putting us in '69' position. I told her
"whenever you feel like you're ready, we can go on to the next step. If
you change you mind, we just continue like this". She mumbled her
agreement and understanding from around my erect penis, and I started
kissing the insides of her thighs while softly stroking her from her
clitoris to her anus.

For her part, she started licking me - the insides of my thighs, my
balls, and my penis. As I changed from simply kissing her thighs and
pubis to licking them, and 'biting' them with my lips, she started
repeating my actions - mouthing my erect penis and testicles, nibbling
the insides of my thighs. I 'upped the ante' when I started taking her
vaginal lips in my mouth, and softly 'chewing' on them, and gently
sucking on her clitoris. She responded by taking each of my balls into
her mouth and rolling them around with her tongue, and gently sucking on
my penis - not just the head of it, but from the side and bottom and any
other way she could get part of it in her mouth.

After several minutes of this, she was pressing her clitoris against my
tongue; and her juices were flowing out of her in a steady stream. Her
vaginal lips were fully extended, and separated, clearly exposing the
entrance to her vagina. Finally, she released my erection from her
mouth, and said "Oh, god. I think- I KNOW I'm ready...".

With that, I stopped what I was doing, and helped her get her leg back
over my head without hurting me. She turned around, and swung her leg
over me, so that she was straddling my hips. She reached down, and
started caressing my penis with one hand, and rubbing her clitoris and
the outside of her vagina with the other. She looked at me with what can
only be described as unbridled lust, and asked "What now?".

I told her that if my penis were wet and slippery, whether from her
saliva or vaginal lubrication, it would make things a lot easier. She
promptly lowered herself, so that my erection was pressed against the
outside of her vagina, and started sliding herself back and forth on it,
both spreading her wetness around on me, and stimulating herself even
more. As she was doing that, I put my hands on her breasts, and started
kneading them, and pulling on her nipples. Then I told her that in just
a little bit, when my penis was completely lubricated, she should raise
herself up, grasp my penis, and position it so that she could simply
'sit' on it. She nodded her understanding, raised herself up, allowing
my penis to rise up from my body, and pivoted her hips so that now the
top of my penis was pressing against her vaginal lips, getting my
erection thoroughly soaked in her secretions. A bit later, she raised
herself up yet again, and when my penis came back up toward my belly,
she took hold of it, moved herself forward a bit, and lowered herself so
that I was slightly penetrating her. She paused for a bit, which I was
grateful for - I needed the time to get control of myself, and not blow
my load too early.

When she had gotten herself ready again, she started lowering herself
some more. At first, she had trouble making any progress, until I told
her "Relax. Take your time. I'm here, and there's no hurry". That seemed
to help her, because I could feel the entrance to her vagina relax some;
when she started lowering herself again, I could feel that she had
relaxed enough that my penis was started to slide into her - though
slowly. She kept lowering herself, allowing my erection to press harder
and harder against the entrance to her vagina, until finally, with a
slight 'pop', the head of it slid inside the entrance to her vagina. She
gave a little yelp, and stopped; I had to reassure her that I wasn't
going to do anything to hurt her, and that we would go only as fast as
she wanted. Then I told her to just wait a bit, and let herself get used
to the feeling and relax, before she tried to go any farther. She bit
her lip, nodded, and held herself still.

While she was getting herself ready to continue, I did my part by
caressing her, squeezing her breasts, softly pulling on her nipples, and
even rubbing her clitoris in little circles - I could see it peeking out
at me from where her vagina was wrapped around the end of my penis.
After a minute or so, she had composed herself, began lowering herself
farther onto my penis. When she'd gotten another inch of it inside, she
stopped; and I suggested to her that she raise herself up a little, to
make sure that her wetness kept us both properly lubricated - reminding
her of how I had put my finger inside her. She nodded again, raised
herself up a little, letting my penis slid out of her about half an
inch, and then lowered herself some more - this time an additional half
inch, or so. She paused for several seconds - again, giving me some time
to get more control of myself - raised herself a bit, and lowered
herself another inch or so before I could feel the head of my penis
hitting the obstruction of her hymen.

She gave a little gasp, and I told her "That's your hymen - your
'cherry'. You've got a couple of choices, now - you can go ahead and
'push' yourself past it at one time; or you can use the progress you've
made so far, and let my penis bump into it each time you come back down,
and simply wear it out. Pushing now will make it hurt more but have me
all the way inside you sooner; wearing it out will hurt less, but take
longer. We've got plenty of time, so you can do whichever one you want -
I'll be right here". She smiled at that last bit, and I could feel her
starting to relax more, though every time she moved - or even breathed -
I could feel her vagina tighten around my erection. The stimulation from
that was enough to keep me hard, and the lack of real movement gave me a
good chance to keep control of myself and not fill her young snatch with
my cum. I needed the control, because her vagina was incredibly tight
(even with the loosening I'd given it with my fingers), hot, and wet. It
was even better than my own first sexual experience!

After several seconds, she started moving again - slowly raising herself
until just the head of my erection was in her, then lowering herself
until I hit her maidenhead again; this time without gasping from the
contact. She repeated this several more times, each time a little
faster, both from getting used to having that much of me inside her, and
from her vaginal lubrications being spread around better. Finally, she
raised herself up, and when she lowered herself, surprising me when she
didn't stop when I hit her maidenhead; instead, she kept going until all
but an inch or so of my penis was inside her. She gave a little yelp
when her hymen broke, but didn't cry out or make any other loud noises.
When she stopped, I could see her start to cry a bit, and I started
talking to her again - reassuring her we would wait until the pain went
away, and that I was sorry that she was hurt, but that it would only
hurt this first time. She bit her lip again, and nodded her head,
understanding what I was telling her, and in just a little bit, she had
stopped crying. She continued to hold still, though, and I could tell
that the pain was going away only slowly. Her vagina continued to clench
around me, so I was able to stay hard but not have to move inside her.
All during this time, I continued my efforts to keep her aroused -
caressing her, tickling her buttocks, softly pinching her nipples, and
so on.

Gradually, as the pain left, and what I was doing to her started to take
more and more effect, she relaxed enough that she started to raise
herself up, sliding my penis out a couple of inches (but not past where
her hymen had been). She paused, then lowered herself again; repeating
the process a few more times, until with her final effort, she had
managed to get my erect penis all the way inside her vagina. The sight
of her vaginal lips wrapped around my penis, and her soft bush merging
into my pubic hair, was almost more than I could stand - it took
everything I had to pull myself back from shooting my wad inside her
tight young snatch; I could feel the head of my penis pressing against
the deepest part of her vagina, and knowing how far I was inside her
almost made it more than I could bear.

We stayed there like that for a couple of minutes, letting her get used
to having me so far inside her before she started moving again -
experimenting with how it felt with my penis inside her when she moved
in different ways: pivoting her hips back and forth and from side to
side, making little circles with them, and so on. She finally worked up
the nerve to raise herself up again, until only the head of my penis was
inside her, and lower herself back down - finding out that the pain was
all but gone, and that she could feel pleasure from what she was doing.
With that, she started gradually started moving herself over me more and
more quickly as her juices were better distributed, making it easier for
her to move my erection in and out of her. When she started to get a
little tired, she leaned forward, putting her hands on the bed near my
shoulders, and continued to slide herself up and down my penis while I
tilted my head forward and started licking her breasts and sucking on
her nipples. She was quickly as excited as she'd ever been before with
me, and I could hear the squishing noises as her hot, wet pussy slid up
and down my throbbing erection.

After a few more minutes, though, she was starting to get tired again,
and I asked her if she wanted me to take over the action. She smiled at
me, and gasped out a "yes!". Rather than withdraw from her, I pulled her
down so that I was holding her against my chest, told her to put her
legs inside mine, and rolled us over, so that I was on my elbows above
her. Then I had her to move her legs apart, and moved my legs back
between hers, so that we were in the classic missionary position. I held
still in her for several seconds while I kissed her shoulders, and
gently bit her neck (not enough for any hickies- I didn't need that kind
of trouble!). She started moaning under me, and moving her pelvis,
sliding her vagina up and down on my penis again. I whispered to her "my
turn, now", and started making love to her: withdrawing almost
completely, then making little fluttering in-and-out motions at the
entrance to her vagina - which made her gasp and moan in response - and
slowly sliding myself back into her. As my activity speeded up, I could
feel her starting to spread her legs even more, and bringing her feet
up, so that as I entered her each time, my penetration would be a little
more - and I was already 'hitting bottom'!

As I made love to her, I raised myself up on my arms, and we both looked
down to where we were joined - and we could see how her juices made my
cock glisten, and how her vaginal lips seemed to want to hang on to my
penis as it withdrew from her each time. Her small muff was completely
drenched in her secretions, and I could feel them soaking my balls each
time they bounced against her buttocks when I entered her. I could see
that her breasts were incredibly tight, and her areolas had puckered up
into hard little nubbins while her nipples stuck out like dark pencil
erasers. I couldn't resist the sight, and arched down so that I could
lick and suck on her nipples for a few seconds while I continued to move
inside her; she responded by arching her back to make her breasts easier
for me to reach, and raising her legs and putting her feet behind me, so
that I could enter her as deeply as possible.

Each time I entered her, my pelvis would bump against her clitoris, and
it wasn't but a few more minutes before she finally started to climax,
panting heavily and almost screaming. When she started, she pushed
against my buttocks with her feet, to push me completely inside her,
where I could feel her vagina start to spasm around my erection. The
sensations of that, combined with the additional lubrication she
produced as she climaxed, was enough to trigger my own climax, as well.
I could feel my balls tighten up, and how the first wad of my jism
started the trip out my penis and into her hot little womb. She seemed
to be able to feel it as I emptied my balls inside her, moaning with
each spurt of my semen, and clamping down on my penis with her vagina -
which only made my ejaculations that much stronger, and last even
longer, forcing my cum out of the limited space in her vagina, soaking
both of us with our combined juices.Finally, though, I simply didn't
have any more cum to give her, and stopped filling her with my seed -
though still-hard penis continued to twinge in time with her spasms.

As her climax started to taper off, I rested on my elbows above her, and
again started kissing her shoulders and softly biting her neck - making
her moan and grind her pelvis against me. Finally, though, her climax
ended, and she was able to open her eyes and look at me, smiling. I
smiled back at her, and leaned my head down to give her a long, gentle
kiss, then softly kissing her eyes and cheeks and nose before tasting
her lips again.

We rested like that for several minutes, as my penis softened inside
her. I started to withdraw and get up once, but she wrapped her legs
around me again, and said "Wait. I want to feel you in me as long as I
can", so I held myself there over her until my penis had softened so
much that it finally popped free of her - releasing another mini-flood
of our mixed secretions. I slid sideways, and rolled over onto my side;
she raised her legs, and I curled mine under them, so that we looked as
though she were sitting on my lap. I reached behind me, and pulled the
bedspread over the two of us, so that she wouldn't get cold, and under
the cover of it, went back to caressing her, from her breasts to her
crotch. I told her "I'm sorry that you had to be hurt; I hope that it
wasn't too bad for you". She smiled at me, kissed me, and said "I knew
that it might hurt a little - and that's all that it hurt: a little. I
think it would have been a lot worse if I'd done it with another boy.
Thank you for not rushing me, and letting me wait when I needed to".
After a moment, she continued with "I didn't realize before just how big
you are - I'm glad that you 'loosened me up' first". I answered her by
saying "Believe it or not, I'm only average there - about 6 inches.
There are men out there a lot larger, but most are going to be pretty
close to the same size I am. When you get a little older, the size won't
matter so much, and if you don't make love for a while, you'll simply
start to shrink inside again, just like you would after you had a baby".
She looked at me skeptically, but didn't say any more - she just closed
her eyes, captured my hand, and brought it up to hold her breast as we
both drifted off for a little nap.

We woke up a little while later, kind of stuck together from our dried
juices - which she found almost hysterically funny - and had to almost
pry ourselves apart to go into the bathroom and clean up. True to her
word, she was hungry again when we got out of the bathroom, and the two
of us headed in to finish up the pizza - I had another slice, and she
had two, claiming that she'd 'worked up an appetite" - making us both
laugh. We sat there in the living room for another couple of hours,
laying on the couch holding each other with a blanket over us, watching
TV. When the late news came on, I pulled the blanket off of us, and
teased her by saying "Well, it's time for bed - I suppose I'd better get
out of here so you can go to sleep". I couldn't help but laugh at the
look she got on her face, before she realized that I'd been joking with
her, telling me "You rat!". Still chuckling to myself, I asked her if
she wanted to sleep with me that night - and she tried to tease me back
by saying "If you have to ask, maybe I shouldn't!", but quickly gave in
when I answered her by saying "Okay - you've got blankets and such right
here....".

I turned the TV and lights off, and held her next to me as we went in to
go to bed. We pulled back the covers, slid in, and pulled them back up
before getting ourselves set up in 'spoon' position with me behind her,
her head resting partly on my arm, and my arm curled around her, cupping
her breast in my hand. She wiggled her cute butt in my 'lap', and when I
started to get hard, she started pressing herself back against me. I had
to remind her that she still had to get up and go to school the next
day, before she relented; and even then, I had to plead inability to old
age (she snickered at that) before she gave up completely. We fell
asleep that way, my holding her breast in my hand, and my penis tucked
up against her butt and crotch.

The next morning, I woke up feeling a bit cold - but with the delightful
sensation of having a warm mouth sliding up and down on my penis.

I looked down at Robyn, and she looked back up at me - with a
mischievous look in her eye - winked at me, and went back to giving me
one helluva wake-up call.

I continued to enjoy the sensations for a bit, but decided that there
wasn't any reason that I shouldn't have a little fun, too; I reached
over and nudged her leg toward me, so that she would slide over a bit.

When she did, I reached out and started softly stroking my finger up and
down the entrance to her vagina. She quickly spread her legs a little
more, and moved herself around so that her hips were on the bed, but her
torso was curved up and around so that her firm breasts and hard nipples
pressed into my lower belly as she continued to suck on my erection.

I gradually changed from simply stroking her vaginal lips to circling
her now-erect clitoris with my finger. Because of the way she was laying
next to me, her juices were flowing down toward her clitoris, keeping it
- and my finger - well lubricated. Once I started rubbing her clitoris,
it wasn't long before we were synchronized: the faster she moved her
lips up and down on my erection, the faster I diddled her clit - the
harder she sucked on me, the more firm my pressure on her. As she got
wetter and wetter (and I got harder and harder!), she used the hand that
wasn't holding my erection, and started cupping and softly squeezing my
balls - I returned the favor by using my thumb to rub and press against
her anus, occasionally dipping down to collect some of her wetness to
keep things well lubricated.

This went on for several more minutes, until we were both getting close
to cumming. As she got closer and closer to her orgasm, her action on my
penis slowed down too - which slowed down my action on her clitoris;
effectively teasing both of us into extremely strong climaxes. I started
first, and when she felt my balls tighten up, she sucked my penis as far
into her mouth as she could, and started using her tongue to stimulate
the head; I responded by stopping my circling of her clit, and simply
pressing on it with my finger in alternating firm-and-gentle pressures,
as though I were tapping on it. That was enough to trigger her orgasm,
and as I felt her body tighten up, I quickly dipped some more of her
juices from her vagina, used them to lube her anus, and slipped my thumb
into it - making her moan even harder, sending a tingle clear down to my
balls, and making me cum all that much more. She was so distracted by
her orgasm that she completely forgot to swallow my semen, and it
quickly filled her mouth to overflowing, so that some of it slid down to
her chin and the rest rolled down my erection, wetting my balls.

She continued to climax, and after I finished shooting my load, she
swallowed once and then opened her mouth, letting the remains of my cum
slide down her chin. As she continued to spasm, she released my penis
from her mouth, and started rubbing it on her face, spreading my semen
across her lips and cheeks, and even onto her nose. While she was doing
that, I continued my ministrations to her clitoris and rectum - as her
spasms slowly decreased in intensity, I changed from pressing on her
clitoris to softly rubbing it, slowing down her 'recovery', and gently
moved my thumb inside her ass - not actually sliding it in and out, but
simply keeping her aware of its presence. Each time she spasmed, I could
feel her anus tighten down on my thumb, and I would 'flutter' it, in
response.

Finally, though, her orgasm stopped; I pulled my thumb from her ass with
a soft popping noise, and quickly slid my now-drenched finger into her
vagina, just holding it there. For her part, she swallowed the remains
of my semen that were in her mouth, licked her lips, and dropped her
head back down to clean up my now-softening penis and balls by licking
them off. When she was satisfied with her 'cleaning' job, she wiggled
her hips a little bit, and I slowly withdrew my finger from her -
enjoying the way her vaginal walls tried to hold on to it, and how her
vaginal lips clung to it, pulling them out even further.

When my hand was free, I patted her on the hip, and told her "Thank you
- that's one damn fine way to wake up!". She giggled a bit, and said
"It's a nice start to the day for me, too...", and we both started
laughing. She moved up next to me, laying on her side, and I bent my
head down and kissed her on the cheek, then on the top of her head as
she snuggled close to me.

She explained to me that she'd woken up early, and decided that she
wanted to see what my penis and balls looked like when I wasn't hard, so
she'd pulled the covers down, and started moving my penis and balls
around, examining them. As she'd done so, I'd started to get hard, and
the more she manipulated them, the more excited I got, until she'd
started getting excited, too ("Something about that just turns me on!")
finally decided to go ahead and give me "a blow-job - that's the term,
right?". As she was telling me about all this, I reached down and
grabbed the covers, pulling them up over us, since the morning was a bit
cool. When she finished, I asked her if she'd found out what she wanted
to know; she looked up at me, gave me a real shit-eating grin, and
nodded her head.

We laid there like that for several more minutes, until the alarm clock
went off. She reluctantly let me go so that I could get up and turn it
off; when the noise stopped, I moved back toward the bed - she threw the
covers back, spread her legs, and reached out as though she wanted me to
make love to her. After having just cum so much, I wasn't in any
condition to try, so instead, I asked her "Do you really mean that, or
are you still a bit too sore inside from last night?". She put her arms
back down, and admitted that she was a little sore inside; I suggested
that instead of making it worse, she join me in a hot shower - reminding
her that she still had to go to school that day, and that I had work to
do.

She quickly agreed, and the two of us went in to have a little wet fun
getting ready for the day, soaping and scrubbing each other with a lot
of groping and squeezing and tickling tossed in for good measure.

I finished dressing first, and as I left the bedroom, asked her what she
wanted for breakfast. She said she didn't care, as long as there was a
lot of it.

When she finally showed herself again, she found that I'd made her a
bacon-and-cheese omelets, hash browns, and English muffin, with milk and
juice to wash it all down with. She looked at it kind of suspiciously,
probably thinking that I couldn't be a very good cook as a bachelor; but
after she'd taken the first bite of omelets, quickly put the whole meal
away, finishing it off by saying "I didn't know men could cook!". I
laughed and explained to her that living by myself, I either had to
learn how to cook or spend all my money on fast food. She laughed back,
and told me that it tasted great. I asked if it was enough, or if she
wanted more, and she said that it was fine - she didn't have that much
to eat for breakfast even at home. She asked me about my breakfast, and
I told her that I'd have plenty of time after she left for school -
reminding her that she didn't have much time before she had to leave.
While she went in to finish getting ready for school, I cleaned up the
table, and went into the bedroom to make the bed - and discovered that
she'd already done it. When she came out of the bathroom, I thanked her
(making her smile), and went in to brush my own teeth while she
collected her things for school. When I came out, I found that she'd
folded up the blanket that we'd used on the couch the night before, so I
again thanked her for her helpfulness and being so thoughtful. She
dimpled prettily, and said that she'd better get going. I escorted her
to the door, and before I could open it, she put her hand behind my
neck, pulled me down a little, and gave me a kiss that damn near had me
ripping her clothes off before she broke it off. With a devilish gleam
in her eye, she opened the door, and headed off to school, leaving me
standing there in a daze.

I spent the morning taking care of a couple of errands and such, and was
back home working on my program around lunch time when her mother called
to tell me that her flight wouldn't be getting in until nearly midnight.
I asked her if she wanted Robyn to come home then, and she said there
wasn't any point in waking her up just to send her back to bed, and said
that if it wasn't any trouble, she was willing to let Robyn spend a
second night in my apartment. I said that Robyn hadn't been any bother
at all (laughing to myself at the understatement), and told her that it
was fine with me. I asked if she needed to be picked up at the airport,
and she said that her airport shuttle ticket was for a round trip, and
thanked me for the offer. She then said that she had to get back to her
class, and I told her that I'd see her the next day, then - she agreed,
and hung up the phone. When Robyn got back from school that afternoon,
she let herself in, put her books down, and come over to watch me for a
bit. When she saw that I was in the middle of something, she quietly
went into the kitchen to get herself something to drink, came back, and
sat down to watch me. When I'd finished, I turned to her, smiled, told
her about her mother's phone call (she laughed at what I'd said about
her not being any bother); she was delighted at the opportunity for
another entire night at my place. I asked her how school was; she said
that it was fine, but that she'd felt a little sore inside all day. I
started to apologize to her, and she interrupted me by saying "I'm not
blaming you, or anything like that. It would have happened sooner or
later, and I know that it was a lot easier and safer having you do it.
I'm just letting you know that I don't think I'm up to any repeat
performances for a couple days".

I nodded my head in understanding, and started to turn back toward the
computer when she added "But that doesn't mean that I'm not interested
in doing anything else!". When I turned back to look at her, she stood
up, took her shirt off (nothing on under it, of course), unfastened her
jeans and slid them off in one of the most erotic displays I'd seen in a
long time: moving slowly, sliding them off a little at a time and
dipping her hand into her panties every now and then. By the time they
were all the way down, and she'd kicked them away, my penis was
definitely starting to rise. She gave me a Mona Lisa kind of smile,
pulled my swivel chair around to face her, and kneeled down in front of
me. She reached out and unfastened my belt buckle, then my pants,
unzipping them so slowly that I could hear it as each pair of zipper
teeth came apart. When my zipper was all the way down, she grasped the
waistband, and when I lifted my hips, pulled them down, and off my feet.
With me sitting there in my shirt and underwear, she leaned forward,
pulled the front of my briefs down, and lifted my cock and balls out.
Once they were clear, she lowered her head - ever so slowly, looking me
right in the eyes the whole time - and took the head of my rapidly-
stiffening penis into her mouth, holding it there with her lips as she
caressed it with her tongue. As I got harder and harder, she would
'walk' her lips farther and farther down my erection, until I could feel
the head of my cock pressing against her throat. She wasn't able to
'deep throat', but she didn't miss it by much, and not from lack of
trying!

When she'd gotten me into her mouth as far as she could, she slowly
raised her head again, tickling the bottom of my erection with her
tongue, and leaving me coated with her saliva. After she'd gotten back
to the head, she released it just long enough to tell me "Y'know - I
really do like doing this! Knowing that I can have this kind of effect
on a man with only this part of my body really makes me feel good...",
and with that, slowly started sucking me back into her mouth.

All that was left for me to do was to lean back and enjoy it - which I
did to the utmost: watching the way her lips slid up and down my cock,
how they would pull in a little when she sucked on me, the way her
breasts would jiggle slightly as her torso moved, the feeling of her
tongue as she'd massage the bottom of my erection when she had me all
the way in her mouth or would use it to caress the head when she let me
out again. She kept this up for what seemed like hours, but was really
only about half an hour: every time I would start to feel myself getting
ready to cum, she would seem to sense it, and slow down or stop what she
was doing until the sensation passed - and then pick up again. After
about the third time of that, I was moaning, and as I again got close to
cumming, started moving my hips as though I was fucking her mouth. She
seemed to understand that it was time to finish me off, and started to
speed up slightly - but only until she felt my balls tighten up again.
Then she slowed way down, and started twisting her head and using her
tongue as much as possible, so that she was teasing and stimulating
every part of my erection. She had my balls in her hand by now, and her
thumb was resting against the base of my cock. When she felt the first
wad of my jism head for her mouth, she pulled her head back so that only
about half my penis was in her mouth, and started both sucking on me as
hard as she could, and using her tongue to tickle my cock just behind
the head, at the bottom. It felt as though I was cumming a cupful at a
shot, and it was so intense that I kind of blacked out for a few moments
during the first couple of spasms. When I was able to look down at her,
she had her eyes closed, concentrating on what she was doing, and had a
look of absolute bliss on her face - she really did enjoy it! As my
semen filled her mouth, she would swallow it; but my last few spurts
weren't enough to fill her mouth again, and I could feel it as she
rolled my semen around in her mouth, enjoying the taste of it, before
swallowing the remains of it.

As my erection subsided, she sucked my entire penis in, and used her
lips and tongue to squeegee it clean before releasing it. As I was
recovering from that, and catching my breath, she moved the focus of her
attention down, and started licking my balls, and taking them into her
mouth where she'd roll them around, sucking on them gently.

When I'd finally recovered completely, I started to sit up again; she
released one of my balls from her mouth, stood up, took a swallow of the
Coke I had handy, and sat down in my lap so that her mons was resting
between my cock and balls. I looked at her with a questioning look, and
she seemed a bit confused at first, then brightened up and said "Somehow
I don't think that most men are willing to taste cum - even their own.
Or maybe especially their own. So I just used the Coke to rinse my mouth
out!", and with that, gave me a kiss that almost curled my toes. I
kissed her back as hard as I could, and it was only a moment or two
before we had our mouths open and our tongues dueling. I stuck my tongue
into her mouth, and mixed in with the taste of the Coke, could also get
a hint of what my cum must have tasted like for her.

When we finally broke the kiss, she leaned back a little, and looked
into my face - as though looking to see if I was repulsed or offended by
kissing her after she'd given me head. She could apparently see that I
wasn't, and seemed to brighten up even more.

I forced a serious look on my face, and said "You know, you're very
selfish to do things like that. There are things that I would like to do
too". She got a slightly-frightened look on her face, and in a quiet
voice asked "What?". I couldn't help but smile, and told her "The same
thing to YOU!". She started to laugh, realizing that I'd tricked her
again, and I joined in with her. After we'd calmed down a bit, she said
"Well, I certainly wouldn't want to stop you from having your kind of
fun...."; I took the hint, got her to stand up, and led her into the
bedroom. Once there, I sat her down on the edge of the bed, and had her
lean back.

I sat down cross-legged on floor in front of her, and when I spread her
legs a little, could see that the crotch of her panties was thoroughly
drenched - not only did she like giving head, but it apparently turned
her on, too!

I reached forward, took the waistband of her panties, and slowly pulled
them off her as she raised her hips. When I'd gotten them free of her
feet, I lifted them to my face, looked her squarely in the eyes, sniffed
the crotch of them, and smiled at her. She smiled back in
acknowledgement, and I tossed her panties onto the bed next to her. I
took her by the ankles, lifted her legs, moved my hands to the backs of
her knees, and spread her legs, so that they were resting on my
shoulders - giving me a wonderful view of her mons and vaginal lips
(already glistening with her wetness). I scooted forward a bit, so that
I wouldn't be in such an awkward position, and started kissing the
insides of her thighs - about halfway between crotch and knee - and
gently 'biting' at them with my lips. I'd progress a couple of inches
toward her crotch on one leg before switching over to the other one, and
each time I switched legs, I'd start from a little farther from her
crotch than where I'd finished before.

Ultimately, though, I reached her vaginal lips - which I gave only a
brief suckling before starting the process over again, only from the top
fringe of her pubic hair and mons. This time, though, as I got closer
and closer to her vagina, her pelvis was starting to move, as though
trying to locate my lips and tongue. Again, when I reached her vaginal
lips, it was only for long enough to give them a couple of slow licks
before starting to gently suck and bite her entire crotch - always
around, but never on, her vagina and clitoris. By now, her vaginal lips
were fully extended, and her lubrication was starting to make its way
down toward her anus; she was moaning almost constantly, and was
starting to beg me "Please.... more.... don't.. tease.. me....
please....".

I finally had mercy on her, and started tracing her inner lips with my
tongue - they were definitely swollen, though still rather thin.

They were slick with her juices, and I had no trouble tracing their
folds from back by her anus and up toward her clitoris. Each time I
would trace the 'inside' of one of them, I would dip my tongue into the
entrance of her vagina; never far enough to actually penetrate her, but
always enough to make her think I was going to. Each time I did that,
she would spread her legs farther apart, and arch her pelvis up, opening
herself to me.

She was also wet enough that her juices were freely flowing - what I
didn't lick up with each pass of my tongue was sliding down and wetting
her rectum.

I'd had her ass cheeks in my hands until now, but I released one of them
so that I could reach up and start playing with her breasts - softly
pulling on her nipples, squeezing them, caressing her breasts, and
stroking her from her breasts to her mons. Gradually, she responded by
taking hold of my hand with one of hers, and holding it on one of her
breasts while she used the other hand on her other breast herself.

When she did that, I pulled my hand back, and took hold of her cute
little ass cheek with it while I continued to tongue her cleft and
clitoris. I settled into a rhythm of licking the outside of her vagina -
still slightly entering it with my tongue - from the bottom to the top,
pausing to make little circles around her clit before starting over
again.

I kept this up for several more minutes, gradually concentrating more
and more on her clitoris, though still taking little 'dips' into her
vagina, not only to keep her clit from drying out, but to savor the
sweet slipperiness that was inside her.

As I focused more and more on her little nubbin, she moaned and sighed
more and more, as well. It wasn't too long before I could feel her
starting to tense up in preparation for a climax. At that point, I did
to her what she'd been doing to me: stopping the climactic stimulation,
and going on to something else, so as to prolong the experience. In my
case, that was to stop rubbing her clit, and start licking her vaginal
lips, and sucking them into my mouth before penetrating her with my
tongue. I heard a groan of frustration at that, but it was soon replaced
by more moans of arousal as I continued my attentions to her vaginal
opening. When she started arching her pelvis up at my tongue again, I
went back to the stern-to-stem licking of her mons; and was eventually
at the point of teasing only her clitoris. Again, when I felt her tense
up, I stopped circling and rubbing her nubbin with my tongue, and went
back to giving her tasty little vagina my attention; and the response
was another groan of frustration. We went through the whole sequence
again, and the last time I left her clitoris for her vagina, I started
massaging her anus with one of my fingers, and as I stimulated her
vagina, started working my finger into her rectum, using the abundant
lubrication to ease the way.

As I licked and sucked on her inner lips, I would slowly work my finger
in and out of her anus, always being careful not to move too quickly,
and being sure that my finger was well-lubricated. At first, she was
slow to respond to my oral administrations; but as she became accustomed
to having my finger in her, and grew to like the sensations it produced,
she rapidly returned to her former level of arousal - if not becoming
even more stimulated. When I looked up at her, I could see that in
addition to everything else, she'd also taken her panties, and laid them
across her face so that she could smell the crotch of them, too - and
seemed to be enjoying it tremendously.

This time, when I had again worked my way from her slit to her clitoris,
I had decided to finish getting her off. By the time I was focusing
exclusively on her clitoris, I was able to move my finger in and out of
her anus readily - she was readily accepting what was happening there,
and even enjoying it. I continued teasing her clitoris by rubbing it in
little circles, first firmly, then more gently, than firmly again, and
so on. As her breathing got quicker and quicker, I slowed my rhythm on
her clitoris, maintaining a steady pressure, so that the last little bit
before her orgasm became "the longest yard". Finally, though, I felt her
tighten up again - far more than any time before - and she started
moaning deep in her throat as I felt her little pink rosebud tighten
around my finger. As her first spasm started, I removed my finger from
her clitoris, and replaced it with my mouth: sucking on her little
nubbin in time with her contractions as I moved my finger in and out of
her anus in full, long strokes, as though fucking her with it. That
seemed to be more than she could take, and her sounds changed from
simple moans and sighs, to full-fledged screams and other unintelligible
noises. Her first spasm lasted several seconds at its peak, and it was
followed by several more only slightly-less-powerful contractions; as
each contraction ended, I could feel her rectum 'flutter' as it relaxed
around my finger.

Gradually, the spasms lessened in intensity until they stopped
completely; but the entire process must have lasted a full minute or
more.

When her orgasm finally died down, I slowly withdrew my finger from her
anus while continuing to softly lick her again-hidden clitoris; it
seemed as though her ass didn't want to let go of its new friend. I took
a few moments to lick up some of the copious fluid she'd released before
standing up. I moved onto the bed next to her, pulled her up so that she
was laying on it completely, and laid next to her, holding her in my
arms as she recovered from what must have been the strongest orgasm
she'd ever had.

Eventually, she caught her breath, and when she'd recovered some more of
her senses, turned toward me with tears in her eyes, and hugged me with
all her might, thanking me for what I'd just done for her. I held her
like that for a couple of minutes as she quietly cried all over my chest
and shoulder.

Finally, the waterworks dried up, and I asked her if she'd gotten enough
exercise to have an appetite - a question that brought a smile to her
face. She nodded, and I told her that if she'd join me for a quick
shower, we'd get dressed and I'd take her out for something to eat. With
that, she jumped up, took me by the hand, and led me into the bathroom,
where we shared a surprisingly quick (but efficient) shower before
getting dressed. We both put on clean clothes (she even 'dressed up'
enough to put on a bra, which I 'checked for proper fit' - causing a
paroxysm of laughter from her). While she was 'getting ready' (checking
her hair, etc), I went in, shut down the computer, and generally
neatened up the apartment - mostly consisting of collecting the
scattered clothing we'd shed thus far.

When she (finally!) decided she was ready, I asked her where she wanted
to go, and she said "Someplace with tables and chairs and waitresses!",
and off we headed, ultimately winding up at a Big Boy restaurant (her
choice).

While we were out having supper, Robyn behaved like an absolute angel:
considering how she and I had spent the last couple of hours, she didn't
play any sex games or anything else. She just acted as though she were
my daughter, and we were out having supper because 'Mom' had to work
late, or something. We drew a few looks, but they were uniformly
directed toward Robyn: men and boys of various ages, simply looking at
her to appreciate her beauty.

Supper went by without any problems (other than Robyn embarrassing
herself by how much she ate); on the way home was another matter. We
hadn't any more than cleared the parking lot of the restaurant when
Robyn was unfastening her blouse - and when she'd removed it, taking off
her bra. Distracting (and pleasurable) though it was, I couldn't help
but ask "Don't you think you ought to put the blouse back on? Or are you
just trying to get me arrested?". She laughed, and said that she really
didn't like wearing a bra, and that she was putting her blouse back on,
anyway.

I must confess to being more than a little relieved when she did just
that - though she made it a point to leave it about half undone, just so
that she could flash what cleavage she had at me every time I looked
over at her. The night air was a little cool, and her erect nipples made
for some pleasant distractions.

Eventually, though, we did get back to my place. We hadn't any more than
gotten the door closed when the phone rang. It was Robyn's mother, Lucy,
calling from the airport. She explained to me that her flight had been
overbooked, and that she'd agreed to be 'bumped' in exchange for a free
ticket. The result was that she wouldn't actually be back in town until
after 3:00 AM. She wanted to know if it was still agreeable for Robyn to
spend another night, and I assured her that it was.

I told her that we'd just gotten back from having supper out, and she
was glad to hear that I wasn't going to feed Robyn nothing but junk food
and pizza. Robyn was listening, too, when her mother asked if Robyn had
been behaving herself; and she almost went into (quiet) hysterics when I
told her mother "I couldn't ask Robyn for better than what she's given
me".

We continued to chat for a couple minutes about where she'd been and
what the course had been about and such before she asked to talk with
Robyn. By this time, Robyn had pretty well recovered from the answer I'd
given her mother about her behavior, and was able to talk with her for a
little bit. I heard Robyn tell her mother "Oh, yes, I'm being very
good." - and nodded my head in enthusiastic agreement, almost causing
Robyn to break out laughing. Finally, though, her mother remembered that
she'd called me collect, said goodbye, and Robyn hung up the phone - and
promptly collapsing on the floor in laughter, gasping "'Couldn't ask for
better.....'" (chortles of laughter) "'I'm being very good....'"
followed by more laughter. It took her longer to get her composure back
because I kept standing there, shaking my head and making 'tsk, tsk,
tsk' noises; and about the time she finally calmed down, I told her (in
a child-like, accusing voice) "Oooooo, what you said..... you're gonna
be in TRUH-bullllll....", sending her off into another paroxysm of
laughter.

Finally, though, she calmed down again, and was able to get back up off
the floor, where she'd been laughing and crying. I got her a small
towel, and she used it to dry her eyes and face before heading into the
bathroom. I went over and turned on the TV, and a few minutes later,
heard her as she left the bathroom - but it was a couple more minutes
before she came walking back into the living room, wearing only a smile.

I looked at her and raised and eyebrow, and she just said "I'm more
comfortable this way. Besides, isn't snuggling on the couch this way a
lot more fun?". I certainly couldn't argue with her logic, and went into
the bedroom to undress, too. When I went back into the living room, I
saw that Robyn had gotten the blanket out, and was waiting for me to
join her on the couch. I had a sudden thought, and mentioned to her that
it would probably be a good idea if we made the couch up ready to be
slept on before settling down to watch TV. She looked confused, and I
explained to her that if her mother was even later getting in, she might
stop by, and it wouldn't do to have an unmade couch for her to see.
Robyn understood the sense in that, and together we made the couch up
ready for 'bed'. Once we'd settled in, I mentioned to her that having
the sheets and such looking 'lived in' would also help preserve the
appearance that Robyn had slept on the couch and not in my bed. She
nodded her understanding of that, too.

We lay there on the couch for most of the evening. Sometimes, I'd be
laying down with Robyn laying on top of me; other times, I'd be sitting,
and Robyn would have her head in my lap while I had my hand on her
breast (and during commercials, she'd turn her head and give my penis
little kisses and licks while I'd tweak her nipples, keeping us both
mildly stimulated).

Later, though, she sat up and looked at me as though she had something
on her mind. I turned the TV off, and asked her if there was something
she wanted to talk about. She said there was, and I had to prompt her to
go ahead. After a couple of false starts, she finally came out with
"Remember what you did? Before?". That kind of question left me
completely blank, and I had to tell her "If you can narrow down the
definition of 'what I did' and 'before', I can probably answer your
question". She took a deep breath, and said "I mean what you did earlier
tonight, while I was on the bed and you were on the floor. What you were
doing... with your finger...". With that, I understood what she was
talking about (when I'd had my finger in her anus), and replied "Okay,
now I know what you mean. Was there something wrong? Did I hurt you, or
did you not like it, or what?". She hesitated again, and finally said
"Well, no, I mean yes, I mean, no you didn't hurt me, and yes, I did
like it. I just don't know if it's wrong, or not".

I reminded her about what I'd said about her body telling her if
something was happening to it that was 'wrong'; she remembered that, but
said that she was worried that she was somehow 'weird' for liking it. I
told her that there were a lot of different things that excited people,
and that not everyone was 'turned on' by the same things. She asked me
what I meant, and I started out by pointing out gay men and women;
noting that just because a man or woman was sexually excited by another
person of the same sex didn't make them 'weird', just different. She
gave me a funny look, and I told her that gays had enough trouble from
other people just for being gay, and that I didn't think it was up to me
to judge them just for their sexual orientation. She seemed to
understand that; particularly after I pointed out to her that there were
enough people in the world that didn't like each other for all kinds of
stupid 'reasons', and that I wasn't going to contribute to the stupidity
by sticking my personal moral values into something that really wasn't
any of my business, anyway. She asked me if I thought there was such a
thing as "Sin", and I told her that I could only think of 3 things that
I would consider 'sinful' - and one of those was just stupidity taken to
an extreme: hurting yourself (the stupid one), hurting others (whether
out of malice or self-righteousness), and one person trying to force
their concept of 'morality' on someone else (whether physically,
emotionally, or intellectually). I explained that sometimes it really IS
necessary to hurt someone else, whether physically (like a doctor
performing an amputation) or emotionally (telling someone with bad
grooming habits that you don't want to stand downwind of them - but ONLY
if you do it out of genuine concern for them, and not to hurt them or
because it makes you feel 'superior'). As for morality, I told her, if
you can't convince the other person of the validity of your position
calmly through words and reason and logic, then you have no reason to
use force against them - UNLESS they try to use force against you,
first; and then only if you use enough force to cancel theirs, or they
present a genuine physical threat against you. She thought about that
for a few minutes, and asked me a few more questions about what I'd
said, and I answered them as best I could, until she was finally
satisfied that she understood it.

Then she asked me if I thought she might be gay because she had smelled
her own panties. It was all I could do not to laugh; I quietly told her
again that different things stimulated different people, and that if she
enjoyed the smell of her own lubrication, then that was her business.
She was real quiet for a bit, and finally admitted to me "While I was
smelling them, I was wondering what another girl would smell like; and
while you were licking me, I was thinking about what it would be like to
lick another woman that way. And I've thought about what it would be
like to feel another woman's tits, and for her to feel mine. Is that
bad?". I had to assure her that I didn't think so - I reminded her that
she had seemed to enjoy what we had done together (making her smile),
and that if she thought she would enjoy being with another girl or
woman, then she would simply have twice as many ways to feel sexual
pleasure. She laughed a little at that, and I told her that the only way
she was ever going to find out if she really liked it or not would be to
try it - if she liked it, then fine; if not, then she knew that, too.
She got kind of thoughtful about that for a couple of minutes, and
finally said "I guess you're right. But who to find out with?". I
politely told her that I really couldn't help her with that part, but
suggested that if there was another girl that she was 'best friends'
with enough to talk about sex with, she might be able to get that person
interested enough to find out with her. She smiled at that, and said
"I'll give that some thought...".

With that said, she looked at me as though just realizing that I was
still there, blushed a little, and said "Just thinking about it makes me
all wet - see?", leaned back, and spread her legs, showing me that her
vaginal lips were extended and glistening with her moisture. I told her
that as many times, and as strongly, as she'd made me cum in the last
couple of days, I wasn't sure that I could do anything myself, but that
I'd be happy to do whatever I could for her. She got a lecherous grin on
her face, and said "Let me see if there's anything I can do to change
your mind....", and slithered forward so that she was sitting in my lap,
with her legs wrapped around me. She pressed her firm young tits into my
chest, and I could feel her hard little nipples poking at my skin; and
as she started wiggling her crotch against my penis, she started licking
and softly biting at my neck. I didn't think it was possible, but damned
if she didn't start to have the desired effect on me - in just a couple
of minutes, my penis was semi-erect; and she was able to slide her slick
vaginal lips along it, and press her erecting clitoris against it. While
she was doing all of that, I had wrapped my arms around her, and was
caressing her shoulders, and sliding my hands up and down her back - far
enough that I was able to squeeze her buttocks at the bottom, and
sometimes even give her anus and vaginal opening little caresses and
rubs.

As I got harder and harder, her movements in my lap became more and more
pronounced, and along with that, she started moving her torso around,
lightly dragging her nipples across my chest.

Before long, I was completely hard, and she was pressing her vaginal
opening and clitoris against the head of my penis; her entire crotch and
all of my penis were thoroughly soaked from her secretions.

After she'd pressed herself against the head of my erection a few times,
I pulled my arms from around her, and gently nudged her away from me a
little bit, so that I could look at her. She smiled up at me, and said
"I'm not as sore inside now as I was before; but my hips still hurt a
little from last night. Is there another way that we can make love where
I don't have to spread my legs so much?"; I told her that I figured we
could use the 'doggy' position. She looked a bit baffled, until I asked
her if she'd ever seen two dogs - that made her understand, and she
quickly nodded her agreement. I said that I figured the couch looked
'lived in' enough, and suggested that we adjourn to the bedroom. She
quickly agreed, and led the way in - leading me by an iron grip on my
erect cock.

When we got in there, she asked what she should do; I simply told her
that if she were to get on her hands and knees at the edge of the bed, I
could stand behind her and enter her that way. In no time at all, she
had 'assumed the position', and her smooth, firm, young butt was
sticking up in the air at me - and leaving me a wonderful view of her
anus and distended vaginal lips. She said that she thought I was
probably a little dry from the trip, what with all of my parts "sticking
out like that", and asked if I thought she should "juice it up a little"
before entering her. I allowed as how I thought that might help, making
her giggle, and moved around in front of her. She quickly took my
erection in her mouth, and after a few strokes, released it long enough
to say "I can taste myself - different from what you taste like, but
still nice..." before sucking me back in for some more licking and
sucking. Finally, though, she reached the point where she wanted me in
her, and gave me one more slow, juicy lick before releasing my penis
from her mouth and wiggling her butt at me. I took the not-so-subtle
hint, and quickly moved around behind her. She was quite ready, but I
couldn't help moving up close behind her, and sliding my erect penis
along her inner lips and against her clitoris. After only a couple such
strokes, though, she was moving her hips around, trying to capture my
penis, so I held her hip with one hand as I used the other to position
the head of my erection at her slit. I rubbed it up and down a couple of
times, to make sure we were both well lubricated to start with, before
she began pressing herself back against me, encouraging me to enter her.
Still holding her hip with one hand, I repositioned my cock, and started
easing it into her. There was a little resistance at first, but our
combined wetness soon overcame it, and the head of my dick popped into
her. I held still for a moment, to give her time to again get used to
having me there, put the hand that had been holding my erection on her
other hip, and started pressing my hips forward, pushing my penis
farther into her, a little at a time: in a couple of inches, hold, out
an inch, and in a couple more inches. Before long, my last stroke into
her found me all the way inside her - the head of my erect penis
pressing against the farthest place in her vagina, and my balls hanging
down next to her clitoris. I held there for a bit - again, to give her
time to adjust to having me inside her; and after a little bit, she
started moving back against me, indicating that she was ready for me to
start making love to her.

I still had a grip on her hips, and slowly withdrew my penis, until just
the head of it was inside her. I paused for a moment, and then just as
slowly, pushed cock back into her hot, tight, very wet young pussy. When
I was all the way back inside, I paused only a moment, and repeated the
process, only a little faster, and with no delay when only the head of
my erection was still inside her.

Over the next couple of minutes, my movements became faster and faster,
until I was pistoning in and out of her without hesitation - and she
seemed to be enjoying every bit of it, since she was moving herself back
against me on my 'in' strokes, making my penis hit the deepest part of
her, and causing my balls to swing forward and bump her clitoris.

Because she'd given me such a spine-tingling blowjob only a few hours
before, I didn't feel any big need to cum - in fact, I felt as though I
could go all night. So to keep things 'interesting', I would vary my
actions every so often - sometimes withdrawing so that the head of my
cock was right at the very entrance of her, and rapidly moving it back
and forth; other times, withdrawing from her ever so slowly, and then
sliding back into her very quickly. The more I slid in and out of her,
the wetter she got, and it wasn't long before her juices were starting
to dribble down the insides of her thighs, and had completely drenched
my balls - and thus her entire pubis, from my balls swinging forward and
bumping her clitoris.

After a few minutes of this went by, she reached back with her hand, and
started rubbing her clitoris with her fingers; I let go of one of her
hips, and reached under her to take one of her breasts in my hand and
start squeezing it and gently pinching her nipple.

When I looked down at where we were joined, I could see how her vaginal
lips clung to my cock on the out strokes, and disappeared back inside
her on the in strokes; and each time I slid back inside her, her little
pink anus would pucker, as though in sympathy or envy of what her vagina
was feeling. Along with that, there was the soft squishing sound from my
movements in and out of her, her deep-throated moans each time I
withdrew, and her grunts of pleasure each time I 'hit bottom'.

She was still supporting herself with one arm, and when it started to
get tired, she lowered herself so that her shoulders were resting on the
bed. Since I couldn't reach her breast in that position, I took hold of
her hip again; she kept rubbing her clitoris with one hand, and now used
the other to continue what I'd been doing to her breasts, switching back
and forth between them.

Being able to hold her steady again, I speeded up slightly, fully
stroking in and out of her steadily; with her in the position she was, I
was able to enter her just a bit deeper, which seemed to please her (and
felt pretty damn good to me, too!). I kept that pace up for several more
minutes - fast enough to keep stimulating her more and more, but not so
fast as to tire myself out - and before too long, she was rested enough
to raise herself back up on the hand she'd been using to rub her clit,
switching hands so that it didn't get too lonely. Since I wasn't able to
go as deep any more, I let go of her hip again, and resumed playing with
her breast - only this time, when I started softly pinching her nipple,
she told me "Feels good.... harder!". When I did, I could feel her start
to become even more excited, and when she repeated "harder!", I did so
with even less hesitation. Before long, I could feel her approaching
orgasm: her vaginal walls were starting to quiver around my penis. With
that, she stopped rubbing her clit, and brought her hand up to squeeze
the breast that I didn't have hold of, and pull its nipple.

The stimulation of her vaginal walls on my cock was starting to have its
effect, and I released her breast so that I could again take hold of her
hip, and get a little better control of how I was moving in her. Just a
few seconds later, she started banging herself back against me, slamming
my penis into her, and causing my balls to strike her clitoris even
harder; that seemed to be enough to push her 'over the edge', and she
began her orgasm. As it started, I could feel her vaginal muscles
tighten around my cock, and the added pressure was enough to trigger me,
as well, as I pushed myself as far into her as I could. As each of her
spasms hit, I could feel her tighten down on my cock, prompting me to
shoot another wad of my jism inside her - which seemed to trigger her
vagina to start a kind of 'milking' action on my erection.

She was still very small and tight inside, and it took only a couple of
loads of my semen to fill her completely; every drop after that forced
some of our combined juices that were already in her out around my cock,
down onto her thighs and my throbbing balls, as a frothy white foam.

After several of her contractions had passed, and my cock was spurting
the last of my load, I collected some of the secretions from around her
opening and my cock, smeared it on her anus, and slowly pushed my thumb
into her ass - triggering her into a couple more strong spasms.

Finally, as her contractions started to get weaker and weaker, I started
wiggling my thumb inside her ass - drawing her contractions out even
longer.

My legs finally started to get tired, and I pulled my thumb from her
ass, leaned forward, and held myself above her with my arms, my still-
firm penis buried in her. I could feel the minor twinges of her vagina
as her orgasm finally wound down, and I could hear her gasps as she
slowly recovered her senses and got her breath back. I started kissing
her back and shoulders and neck, helping her to get a 'focus point' so
she could recover that much more quickly. A minute or so later, she
finally opened her eyes. She looked up at me and simply said "That was
more fun - and a lot easier - than the first time. It just keeps getting
better and better!". I told her "Thank you. I trust that means you
enjoyed yourself?", causing her to giggle a little, and say "It sure
does. Whew!".

We stayed there like that as my penis continued to soften, until it
finally popped loose, releasing a minor flood of our mixed juices onto
where we were still touching. She slid her arms forward, lowering
herself onto the bed, and I followed suit, keeping myself as much in
contact with her as possible, until she was laying on the bed, and I was
supporting myself on my elbows above her, so she could breathe and not
get cold. She took my hands in hers, and started giving me little kisses
on my arms and hands as I was kissing her back and shoulders and neck.
It was only when we heard the clock chime several minutes later that we
realized that we should clean up again, and go to sleep.

I suggested to her that she should put her bathrobe in the bathroom, so
that if her mother stopped by, she could duck in there, put it on, and
pretend as though she'd had to use it during the night. She saw the
sense in that, and went to get it. As she was coming back, I said that
she should go ahead and start taking a shower, that I was going to make
sure a couple of windows were open a little to let the apartment air out
some. She sniffed the air - heavy with the scent of our love-making -
and smiled at me, agreeing that it would be a good idea. With that, she
went on into the bathroom, and I could hear the shower start as I was
adjusting the living room windows so as to get a little bit, but not too
much, of an air current through the apartment. When I got back into the
bedroom, I could see that the mirror in the bathroom was already
starting to fog up, and I quickly opened a window slightly, getting
enough air flowing that the aroma of sex would clear the apartment in
just a few hours.

With that done, I headed in to join Robyn in yet another shower (we must
have been the two cleanest people in town by then!). We were both
getting a little tired, so didn't engage in too much playing around -
but that's not to say that we didn't do any! We finally finished our
shower, and I left Robyn to use the bathroom as I went into the kitchen
to get us a Coke. I drank about half of it, or a little more, and when
Robyn came out, gave it to her before going in to perform my own
ablutions. When I came out, Robyn was just finishing off a sandwich
she'd made for herself, washing it down with the rest of the Coke. I
laughed at the sight, and when she started to look at me as though I'd
hurt her feelings, explained "Now I know why you're hungry all the time,
and why all that eating doesn't make you fat!" - and starting her
laughing along with me.

When we'd both caught our breath again, I pulled the covers down on the
bed, and gestured toward it, as though asking her if she wanted to join
me. She quickly dove in, and pulled the covers up to her chin; when I
got in, I moved over next to her, rolled onto my side, and lifted her
legs up over mine, so that she was 'sitting' in my 'lap'. I put my arm
across her, holding her breast, and she put her arm next to mine,
holding my hand where it held her breast. We kissed each other, snuggled
down, and drifted off to sleep.

About 5:30, I woke up to the sound of a vehicle out in front of the
apartment building. I slipped out of bed without waking Robyn, and went
into the living room to check my suspicions: that it was Lucy, Robyn's
mother, returning from her trip. I peeked out the window, and saw just
that - the shuttle van was just starting to drive off, and Lucy was
carrying her suitcase toward her apartment. I saw her look over toward
my apartment and hesitate, before continuing on toward her apartment. I
watched for a couple more minutes, and saw her as she came back out. I
quickly went in, and woke Robyn, telling her to hurry and grab her robe,
and get into bed on the couch, explaining that I thought her mother was
headed over. She quickly followed my instructions, and way just laying
down when we heard a knock at the door. I whispered to her to wait until
she heard her mother knock again, and then answer it - and please make
sure she yawned a lot, and looked like she'd just woken up! She nodded
her understanding, and I headed back into the bedroom, and got into bed
just as another knock came.

I heard Robyn get up, and a few moments later, heard her as she opened
the front door as far as the chain would go. I heard some murmurs as she
and her mother talked for a few moments, then the door closed and I
heard Robyn unhooking the chain before opening the door again. Following
that, I heard Robyn and her mother talking some more, but without being
able to really understand what was being said in detail - just getting
the general thread of Robyn sleeping on the couch, and I was still
asleep in the bedroom. A few seconds later, I heard Robyn calling my
name, and feigning being awakened, asked her what the problem was. She
told me that her mother was there, and I said I'd be right there. I got
up, put on my robe, rubbed my eyes to make them look like I'd only been
awake for a few seconds, before going into the living room. Lucy was
there, as was Robyn in her robe. When I got close enough, I could see
the mild suspicion on Lucy's face start to fade when she saw how I
looked - 'obviously' having just gotten up. She said that she'd missed
Robyn during the whole trip, and had decided that since it was so close
to the time that Robyn would be getting up anyway, didn't think there
would be any harm in getting her earlier. I simply said that if she'd
called from the airport, I'd have made sure that I was a little more
presentable. She said she was sorry about not calling, but had only made
her decision as she was getting out of the shuttle from the airport. I
said that I understood (better than she'd have liked, I thought), and
told them to lock the door when they left - it was still early, and I
was going back to bed! Robyn smiled to herself when she heard me talk to
her mother that way; her mother apologized again for waking me, thanked
me for taking care of Robyn, and said she'd come by later for Robyn's
things. I said "Fine", waved to them, and headed back into the bedroom.

As I was climbing back into bed, I could hear Robyn and her mother
talking softly while Robyn apparently collected her clothes, and headed
into the bathroom. A couple minutes later, I heard the bathroom door
open, and shortly after that, the front door as they left. I got up to
make sure the front door was locked (it was), and went back to bed for a
couple more hours of sleep - much needed after the last couple of days!

The next morning, after I'd gotten up, had breakfast, and done all the
normal 'morning' things, I went around and generally cleaned up the
apartment - getting the laundry ready (I planned to wash it before Lucy
came back - no need for any tell-tale stains!), making sure that Robyn's
things were all together, and so on. About mid-morning, I headed out to
do the laundry, and got back shortly before noon.

I got the laundry put away, and was just finishing lunch when Robyn's
mother came over. Dressed in casual clothing as she was I could see that
she had a nice figure - medium-sized bust, trim waist, nicely curved
hips, and as a friend used to express it "legs all the way up to her
ass" - and an ass that was deserving of such legs. Without her makeup, I
could see that she had nice, clear skin, and was starting to get a bit
of a tan; with her blonde hair undone, she had it hanging in a loose
pony tail down to about the middle of her back. She had on a sweatshirt
with the sleeves cut off, and a pair of walking shorts that came to just
below the cheeks of her ass. She was just a few inches shorter than my
5'-10"; maybe 5 feet, 6 inches tall. She thanked me for watching after
Robyn, and apologized for waking me, but that she'd been told that Robyn
had contacted the nurse at school about getting some birth control
(which damn near floored me - but I recovered from it before she
noticed), and she was more than a little suspicious of every male that
Robyn was coming in contact with. She admitted that when she'd come over
earlier, she'd thought that she'd find some indication that Robyn and I
had been "intimate" - but when Robyn answered the door, and she got
inside and saw that Robyn had been asleep on the couch, started to think
that maybe she'd been wrong in her suspicions about me. Then when she
saw ME coming out of the bedroom, 'obviously' haven been just wakened,
she knew that I wasn't the one she had to worry about. All during this,
it was all I could do not to start laughing out loud - both from relief,
and at the situation itself.

I asked her if she wanted to sit down, and maybe have a cup of coffee;
she agreed "Black, please", and went over to sit in the chair while I
got us each a cup of coffee. I took it into the living room, gave her
one, and sat down on the couch across from her.

After we'd each taken a few sips, I told her that Robyn had asked me
some questions about boys and sex; and followed that by telling her what
I'd told Robyn. I cautioned her against mentioning anything about it to
Robyn, saying that if Robyn found out that I'd talked to her mother
about things she'd said to me in private, she'd stop trusting either of
us. That gave her mother something to think about for a few moments, and
she said that she understood, and wouldn't say anything to Robyn about
our conversations. I thanked her, and then asked her if I could make a
few observations as a 'disinterested bystander'; she gave me a wry
smile, and said "Go ahead".

I told her that it was obvious "even to me" that Robyn was starting to
develop physically. She agreed, saying that she'd started to develop
early, herself. That gave me the opening I'd been hoping for, and asked
her if she'd had an interest in boys when she was younger, too. She gave
me a rueful smile, and admitted that she'd been "just a little boy-
crazy". I followed that up by asking her if her parents hadn't warned
her about 'going too far' with a boy, and she said they had. Then I
asked her if it had made a whole lot of difference to her. She hesitated
a bit, and finally admitted that it hadn't, really. Then I questioned
her with "So it sounds like you're saying that your parents telling you
to say 'no' didn't have a lot of impact on your decision. Do you wish
they'd shown you a few more choices, then?"; she sniffled a little, and
said that she did. I got her a tissue (she was starting to leak around
the edges a bit), and continued with "When you lost your virginity, was
it a pleasant experience?" - she immediately started to get angry, and
looked at me as though she'd like to slap me silly. I just sat there,
calmly, and after she'd had a chance to think about our conversation so
far, relaxed again, and reluctantly admitted that it hadn't. I reassured
her that I wasn't asking the questions I was out of any personal desire,
but simply to help her understand what was going on with Robyn. She
nodded her understanding, and I said "How long was it after your first
time was it before you really started enjoying sex, and understood that
it could be a pleasant and even satisfying experience?"; I waited
several seconds as I watched her thinking about the answer before she
whispered "too long, I think". With that, I knew how I could get her to
give Robyn a little more 'breathing space', and followed up by asking
"Would you want Robyn to go through what you did, then?", to which she
quickly replied "No"

I let her think about that for a couple minutes as we sat and sipped on
our coffee some more.

When she'd collected herself a bit, I told her that I thought Robyn was
a pretty smart "young woman" (which got me a slightly dirty look), and
said that I thought Robyn was showing some pretty good sense and a
surprising amount of responsibility by asking for birth control.

Lucy admitted that it was, but saying that she really didn't think that
Robyn was ready to start having sex yet. I asked her if she really
thought Robyn would ever be ready, and she laughingly admitted she
didn't really think so. Then I asked her if her parents attitudes and
opinions had made a great deal of difference in her own decision to
become sexual, and she grudgingly admitted not. I could see that she was
expecting it, then, when I asked her "Then do you really think that what
Robyn does is going to be affected that much by what YOU think or say?";
and she could only admit that she didn't think so. I told her "I think
Robyn is going to do what Robyn wants to do, in that area. I think she's
got enough smarts that she's going to pick her own time, her own place,
and who she wants to be the first. I don't think that there's a whole
lot you could do to stop her; and I think if you got to insistent about
it, you'd only alienate her." Lucy thought about that for a bit as we
both sipped on our coffee some more, and I followed it with "If you want
to keep a strong, loving relationship with Robyn, I think the best thing
you could do would be to sit down with her, and explain to her why you
think she should wait until she's ready. Tell her that you love her, and
that you hope she'll take her time about choosing who she wants to be
her first, but that once she makes her decision about it, one way or
another, you'll still love her and support her. You don't have to
encourage her," - getting me a chuckle at the irony of such a statement
- " but I think you can let her know that you love her, trust her to
make the decision that's right for her, and exercise caution and
responsibility along the way. Make sure she knows about the possible
consequences of sexual contact," - she nodded at that - " and try to let
her know that you understand the feelings she's having, since you had
them about her age, too. That way, I think she'll start to trust you,
and will be more willing to come to you with her problems and questions
on the matter - as long as you don't 'preach' to her, or abuse the trust
she shows you".

That last part really got her attention, since I'd been sure and
emphasize it. I followed that by telling her "I think as long as you
don't do anything to abuse her trust - no matter what, then you'll have
a better chance of guiding her than if she felt as though she couldn't
talk to you about anything. The biggest problem you're probably going to
have is talking to her in a way that lets her know you care, but without
'preaching' at her. The next hardest thing will probably be making sure
that you clearly separate your own opinions about things from the real
facts". That got me a questioning look, and a "What do you mean?"; so I
replied "What do you tell her if she comes to you and asks you about
homosexuality? Do you give her the pure facts, or do you dump a lot of
society's ill will toward gays on her?", which prompted her to get a
real thoughtful look on her face.

While she was mulling that over, I finished up my coffee, stood up, and
took her cup, heading in to the kitchen to get us each a refill.

When I got back, Lucy had pulled her legs up under herself in the chair,
giving me a nice view - when I sat down again - of the bottom of her ass
cheeks where they peeked out from under her shorts. She asked me how it
was that I got so smart about such things, and I told her that it was
easy - I didn't have any kids, making her laugh. She said that I seemed
like a pretty smart guy, and asked how I got to the point of working for
myself. I gave her the nickel explanation: humble beginnings, poor-in-
cash, rich-in-spirit, did poorly in school because of boredom, went into
the military to learn a trade, traveled all over half the world, paid
attention to what I saw as I traveled around, got out, worked for others
for a while, and finally figured out how to bring together what I was
good at with what I enjoyed doing. I played the whole thing down, but
she seemed to think that it was kinda spectacular, anyway. She said that
I seemed pretty calm about things (adding with a smile, "even having
someone wake you up at 5 AM"), and asked if I was a religious person.

That prompted me to give her pretty much the same spiel that I'd given
Robyn, with a few more explanations tossed in, in response to questions
she asked.

In return, I asked her a little about herself, and learned that Robyn
had her ex-husband's coloration, but physically resembled herself at
that age. She also said that her two sons lived with their father, and
that for a couple weeks each summer, she got custody of them. Other
times, her ex-husband would get custody of Robyn for a couple of weeks;
and that during the rest of the year, one or the other of them would
have all the kids for a couple days, like over a long weekend. When I
asked, she told me that she and her husband had divorced because of
"basic incompatibilities - like he just wanted to get his rocks off, and
didn't care about what happened to me". I also learned that she was in
her early 30's ("I married young - some of that 'boy-craziness' I told
you about"), and that Robyn would be turning 13 the following month.

By this time, we'd each finished our coffee again, and when I got up to
get us a refill, she said that she really did have to go, but that she'd
remember what I'd said and asked. I asked her what she was going to do
about the school nurse calling her, and she said that she'd tell Robyn
about it, and give her permission. I pointed out to her that I thought
the situation gave her a good opening to start the kind of dialogue she
wanted with Robyn - that she could tell Robyn that the nurse had called,
but that she didn't think Robyn should be taking such things to the
nurse, who clearly couldn't be trusted. She could then use the chance to
reinforce the need for care and responsibility, and show that she could
be trusted by discussing the different birth control options with Robyn
before taking her in to see a doctor about getting her set up with one
of them - and then refraining from making any inquiries to Robyn after
that.

Lucy got a surprised look on her face, and conceded the point by saying
"You know, I wouldn't have thought of that, but you're right. I think
I'm going to have to come over here and talk to you more often!", after
which I reminded her that she mustn't let Robyn know that I'd said
anything about the discussions she and I'd had. Lucy nodded her
understanding, came over, stood up on her toes, and gave me a quick kiss
on the cheek along with a "thanks!" before collecting Robyn's things and
heading home - leaving me wondering what she'd have had to say (and what
she'd have done!) if she knew that I was already boffing her daughter.

The next day, her mother went back to work, and that afternoon, Robyn
came to my place after she'd gotten out of school. When she came into my
apartment, she exclaimed "You won't believe what happened last night!",
and I gestured her toward the living room so we could talk.

After we'd sat down on the couch, she turned toward me and started
telling me about the long talk she'd had with her mother the previous
night - how she'd gone to the nurse at school to ask about birth control
(I made the appropriate surprised look-and-noises at that), how the
nurse had called her mother ("Even though they say that what we talk to
them about is supposed to be private" with great indignation); and about
how her mother had sat and talked with her "for hours!" about boys, her
feelings, being responsible, birth control, and so on. All during this,
I made the appropriate noises and got the proper expressions on my face,
so that she wouldn't know that I'd had a little bit of a hand in the
matter.

She finally wound down by saying "after we finished talking, I just knew
that I could talk about stuff to her - she really understands!". I
reminded Robyn that, as surprising as it might seem, her mother had been
her age once, too, and could probably remember what it had been like for
her. She seemed kind of surprised at that, but quickly realized the
validity of it.

After a few moments, I told her "I'm glad that you feel like you can go
to your mother about what your feeling, and such. I just hope that
you'll remember that your mother has a little different view of things,
and that she might not always be so open and understanding about the
things that you tell her". That gave Robyn some serious food for
thought, and as she was contemplating it, I went in to get us each a
Coke. When I got back, she looked at me and said "I think you're
probably right. What can I do?"; I explained to her that I thought she
and her mother were a lot alike, and that I thought they were both
trying to keep an open, honest dialog going - but from different
directions and perspectives. She nodded her head in understanding, and I
continued with "Remember that this is probably just as new for her as it
is for you, and she's probably going to have trouble with it at times
just like you will. When things start to get difficult, remember how
hard it must have been for her to even start your little talk last
night, understand that she loves you very much, and does what she does
because she's worried about you - that's a mother's job!", which brought
me a smile and short laugh.

I went on by saying "You know that she's shown you a fair amount of
trust, right?" - a solemn nod - "Then you must also know that if you do
anything to betray that trust, or believe that she was wrong in giving
you that trust, she's not going to be very happy about It.", getting me
an even more solemn nod. I continued talking to her for a while longer,
re-emphasizing all the things I'd said before, and finishing up by
suggesting to Robyn that she approach her mother for another talk, and
try to make sure that the two of them really understood what the other
was saying - and perhaps even go so far as to write down a 'ten
commandments' or 'privacy rules' or something, just to make sure that
they weren't talking at cross purposes. She said that sounded like a
good idea, and about that time, we heard her mother's car pull in as she
got home from work. I told Robyn that she should probably get home and
get her homework done, and we got outside just as her mother was getting
out of the car.

Lucy saw us as Robyn was heading back to her apartment, and I gestured
to her that she should come over for a bit. She nodded, signaled me that
it would be a few minutes, and went on in to her apartment.

It was about 10 minutes or so before I heard her knocking at my door -
and when I answered it, it was all I could do not to just stand there
drooling: Lucy had changed out of her 'office uniform', and into a
ragged, slightly-too-small t-shirt (*clearly no bra on under it) that
only came down to about the middle of her belly, and a pair of frayed
jeans that had been trimmed off right at crotch level. I stood there
looking her up and down for a few seconds before I got my senses back,
and invited her in. After she went by, headed for the chair, I could see
that the seat of the jeans had gotten enough wear that her ass cheeks
seemed to be peeking through as she walked. When I closed the door, she
glanced over her shoulder, and saw me watching her. I went on into the
living room, and sat down; she surprised me a bit by sitting at the
other end of the couch, and turning toward me.

When she'd gotten herself situated, looked me in the eye and said
"Thanks! It's nice to know that I'm still attractive.", making me flush
a little before answering in absolute sincerity "Believe me - looking
good is something that should be way down you list of Stuff To Worry
About!", drawing a pleasant laugh from her. With that out of the way,
she asked me why I'd asked her to stop by. I quickly told her about
Robyn's visit to let me know about their conversation the night before.
She looked a bit surprised, and I reminded her that I was probably the
first adult that Robyn had felt she could really trust as a confidante.
She got a little bit of a hurt look in her face, and I quickly followed
up by saying that that was why I'd asked her to stop over. I told her
that Robyn had seemed enthusiastic about their talk, but had also
expressed some worries; and followed that by telling her a condensed
version of what I'd told Robyn.

She nodded her understanding as I was talking, and brightened up
considerably when I got to the part about Robyn going back to her mother
for another talk.

At that point, I paused a bit, and asked her if she wanted something to
drink, and she said she'd kill for a Coke; so I got us each one from the
kitchen. When I got back, she'd pulled both of her feet under her again,
and when I sat down, could see a bit of white lace from the edge of her
panties peeking out around the crotch of her shorts. As soon as we'd
each taken a few swallows of our drinks, I went on to tell her that I'd
suggested to Robyn that she bring up the subject of making sure that
they both understood and agreed on what the 'rules' and limits of their
relationship would be - she didn't look real happy about that, but
didn't seem too upset by it, either. Then I told her about suggesting to
Robyn that the two of them might find it helpful to even go so far as to
write down some kind of guidelines, just to be sure that they were in
agreement. She looked kind of doubtful about that, until I pointed out
to her that it could help her in a couple of different ways. First, by
giving her the chance to work with Robyn to establish some kind of
ground rules as to what was acceptable, and what wasn't. She again
expressed her understanding of what I was saying; with that, I figured
she had the idea, let the subject drop, and asked her how things were
going.

She told me about her job as a financial analyst, the people she worked
with, and so on. From there, she told me a little about her marriage
("doomed from the start"), her ex-husband ("a spoiled momma's boy; all
he ever really thought about was himself"), and the house she'd lived in
("a beautiful place, except for the other occupant of the house") before
going through several different apartments before moving in where she
was now - barely a month before I did. She also told me how Robyn missed
her best friend from that time, a girl named Sandra, and how Robyn
didn't much care for going to visit her father, and the boys didn't care
much about coming to see her - "We thought it was a good idea before we
had to actually do it; now the kids just don't want to have anything to
do with it.". She also told me that Sandra would be coming for a visit
that summer, after school let out in a few more weeks. I asked her how
Sandra and Robyn got along, and she told me that Sandra seemed a bit
young for her age, and with Robyn's maturity, the two of them seemed to
kind of 'meet in the middle', getting along extremely well. I told her
that I still didn't envy her having two young girls in the apartment,
and she laughed, saying that the trouble caused by having girls in the
apartment was cumulative, not exponential, making me laugh in return.
With that, she said that she thought she'd better get home and get
something ready for supper before Robyn started chewing on the
furniture, making me laugh and agree that I'd been surprised by her
appetite. That reminded her of her promise, and she said that she'd stop
by the next day to pay me her share of the pizza and the meal that I'd
taken Robyn out for. I agreed to the pizza money, but told her that
Robyn had been extremely well-behaved, and that it had been my pleasure
to have such good company while dining out. She looked kind of doubtful
(like "*MY Robyn? Well-behaved?"), but let it pass, getting up and
heading for the door. I accompanied her, and when we got to the door,
she thanked me again for helping them out, and gave me a quick hug (an
altogether enjoyable experience, dressed as she was!) before leaving.

The next afternoon, I was just getting back from some errands and
shopping when I saw Robyn getting home from school. She saw me drive up,
and came over to help me carry in some of my purchases. When we got
inside, I offered her a Coke, which she accepted, and we went over to
sit in the living room.

She waited for me to sit on the couch, and then laid down on it, so that
her head was resting in my lap. I put my hand on her belly, and after a
moment, she lifted it, pulled her shirt up, moved my hand to her breast,
and pulled her shirt back down, covering most of my forearm.

She started telling me about how she'd had another talk with her mother
the night before, but after only a few sentences, reached up and gave my
hand a little squeeze, indicating that she wanted me to caress her
breast while she talked. As she continued, I slowly stroked her breasts
and nipples as she told me that her mother had made an appointment for
her with a doctor, and that she was going to be fitted with an IUD -
giving me a happy smile at that bit of good news.

She resumed by telling me that she'd brought up the subject of maybe
writing down something to help them out when they had their talks, but
that her mother had suggested that they write the things down together,
and Robyn wasn't all that sure she wanted to do that. When she'd said
so, her mother had said that maybe they should take a little time to
think about it, and then continue their talk (expecting, I think, that
Robyn would come to me for advice). I asked her if she wanted her mother
to let her grow up, and she said that of course she did. Then I asked
her if she thought it would be fair for her mother to write all the
'rules', and she said she didn't think so. So I asked her if it wasn't
fair for her mother to write all the rules, why would it be fair for
Robyn to write all the rules? She had to admit that it wouldn't but said
that she was worried that her mother would try to limit her too much; I
said that I suspected that her mother was worried that Robyn would
insist on too much, making her laugh a bit. I told her "You know that
your mother and I have talked a bit, don't you?", and when she said that
she had, added "Would you like for me to talk to her about this, without
actually telling her anything you've said?". Robyn seemed kind of
doubtful about that, but said that if I thought I could help, she
wouldn't mind - "But please be careful about what you say!", which I
assured her I would.

We stayed there like that for a few moments; then she hesitated a bit,
and told me that she'd started her period that morning. I told her that
I understood, and that I wasn't surprised or turned off or anything like
that by what she'd said, which seemed to comfort her a little. She
waited a little bit more, and then asked "We can't do anything now, can
we?"; and I told her that it wouldn't be a good idea for me to ejaculate
in her vagina, but that didn't mean that we couldn't figure out
something else to do, if she wanted. She giggled at that, and said that
she thought we could probably find something to keep each other
entertained, making me laugh a little with her.

I let a little time pass, and then said to her that I thought is sounded
as though she was saying that she really didn't want for us to actually
'do' anything for a little while, and she admitted that was true -at
least, as long as she was 'messy down there'. I told her that I agreed
that it probably was bothersome, but only because of the act of dealing
with it - that I didn't think the start of her menses, itself, was
anything wrong. She looked at me funny, and I explained to her that my
attitude was that the start of a woman's period was nature's signal that
she was getting ready to be able to make a baby, and that I didn't think
there was anything more joyous for a woman than to have a baby that she
wanted. I pointed out to her that there was always some kind of cost
associated with something good in life - just as she couldn't go into a
store and just walk out with anything she wanted, she had to pay a
'price' for being able to make babies in the form of a monthly period.
Then I asked her if she'd enjoyed making love with me, and she got a
happy smile on her face, and said that she sure did! I followed up by
asking her if she hadn't had to pay a price for that pleasure; she
responded by saying yes, she had, but that even though the price had
been a little high, it was worth it. I came back then by pointing out
that for the next 25 or 30 years, she'd be able to make a baby about a
dozen times a year, unless she actually was making a baby; and asked her
if she thought the price of a few days of mess once a month was too high
of a fee - pointing out that it was a lot like a credit payment: as long
as she was able to have babies, she'd pay the 'credit charge' of a few
days of inconvenience each month.

That seemed to give her a little better perspective on it, and she said
that she hadn't thought of it quite that way before.

We stayed like that for a little bit, just enjoying each other's company
and the physical contact with each other, when Robyn spoke up again, and
told me about the visit of her friend Sandra. She told me that Sandra
was a little taller than she was ("but better built, dammit!"), had ash
blonde hair to the middle of her back ("and she's blonde 'down there',
too!"), and "really, really cute!". I asked her when Sandra would be
coming, and she said that she'd be there a couple weeks after school let
out the following month. I could see her thinking about something, and
she eventually told me that Sandra was probably her very best friend in
the whole world, that they talked about everything - and she suddenly
exclaimed "You know, I bet Sandra could be the one to help me learn
about girls!". When I asked her what she was talking about, she blushed
a little, and reminded me about what she'd said to me when she'd spent
the night with me - about wondering about what it would be like to be
intimate with another girl. I nodded in remembrance, and told her that I
wished her good luck, and that if she wanted to talk to me about it, I'd
be glad to do what I could to help her. She just smiled at that, and
relaxed again on my lap.

With that out of her system, Robyn seemed content to just lay there, and
enjoy the contact with me, without saying anything else. Finally,
though, she said that she had some homework to do, and she wanted to get
it done. At that, I let go of her breast and slid my hand out from under
her shirt. She got up off my lap, and when we'd both stood up, put her
arm around me while we walked toward the door. When we got there, I took
her in my arms and gave her a gentle hug, telling her that I was glad
she had come over. She smiled up at me, and after I'd opened the door
for her and she'd started out, I gave her a swat on the backside,
telling her to come over again when she could, earning me another view
of her dimples.

Over the course of the next couple of weeks, sometimes Robyn and other
times her mother, would come over for visits. If it was Robyn, she'd
come over when she got home from school; sometimes she'd just want to
sit and watch me as I worked on my computer program; other times, she'd
be in the mood for a little horseplay - or more correctly, HOSEplay: and
more specifically, MY hose! She really did surprise me by some of the
things that she suggested and did:

One time, she just said that she'd never seen a man masturbate, and
asked if I'd do that for her. I said that I was willing, but that I'd
like to have something to masturbate about; she took the hint, took off
all her clothes, and sat at the other end of the couch from me as we
watched each other 'do' ourselves. It was absolutely fascinating to
watch how she would play with herself - softly stroking her clitoris,
sliding her finger into her vagina then pulling it out and licking it
off, and so on. When she finally came, the sight of the entrance to her
vagina pulsating was enough to send me over the edge, too, shooting my
load all over my belly - which Robyn thoughtfully licked up.

Other times, she'd be content to simply finger herself as she gave me a
blowjob - she really did enjoy doing it, and it clearly turned her on;
only rarely did she climax from that before I'd emptied my balls in her
mouth.

Occasionally, she'd let me either simply masturbate her, or use my mouth
and tongue and fingers to bring her to climax - often after I'd lubed
her anus with her copious fluid and entered her with my finger or thumb.

When her mother came over, it was usually in the early evening, after
the two of them had finished supper, and Robyn was working on her
schoolwork. She and I would sit in the living room, talking about all
kinds of things. Sometimes, she'd want my opinion on something Robyn had
said or wanted, and I'd tell her - but always being careful to emphasize
that I was an impartial observer, and that my opinions should be
tempered by her own judgment.

Other times, she'd come over as soon as she'd changed clothes after
getting home from work, and use me as a 'confessional' of sorts -
telling me about the petty office politics, what things she'd done that
she was proud of, how her boss had unjustly chewed her out about
something (often accompanied by large amounts of snuffling and eye-
leaking, causing me to break out a small towel for her) as I held her
and comforted her. Not that I minded the holding and comforting of
course, since she was an attractive and cuddlesome arm full; it was just
that after she'd cried her woes out, she'd get all embarrassed and shy,
and scoot to the other end of the couch.

A couple of times, Lucy invited me over to have dinner with them - once
for a meal she'd that day (Sunday), made up of roast beef, mashed
potatoes, carrots, and dinner rolls, with cheesecake for dessert; the
other time, it was to join them in cooking hamburgers on the grill, with
chips, baked beans, and corn on the cob to round out the meal. For that
one, Lucy and I each had a few beers during the afternoon, with Robyn
able to talk each of us into a few sips now and then; and by the time it
got dark, we were both feeling mellow without being drunk. We went in to
watch a video they'd rented (Dead Men Don't Wear Plaid, with Steve
Martin, if it matters), and by the time it ended, it was all Robyn could
do to stay awake, between all the food she'd eaten and the amount of
beer she'd weaseled out of us. Lucy sent her off to bed while she and I
stayed in their living room and chatted until quite late.

Finally, though, school was finished (much to Robyn's delight), and she
started spending a lot of time at the pool in our apartment complex. I
took advantage of an extended deadline for the project I was working on
(not because of software, thankfully), and went over a few times to soak
up a little sun, myself. I soon realized that Robyn could not only give
a fish lessons on swimming, but look damn sexy in a bikini along the
way. She seemed to delight in jumping in and out of the pool, so that
the contrast of warm air and cool water made her nipples hard, and then
coming over to me to ask some inane question or other as an excuse to
show them to me - just to see the bulge in my swimsuit get a little
larger each time she did it. I paid her back one afternoon, though, by
waiting until she'd finally laid down to add to her tan, and standing
over her with a cold Coke in my hand, waiting for the cold condensation
on the outside of it to drip right onto the middle of her back - making
her give out a yell, and jump up (and leaving her undone bikini top on
the lounge she'd been laying on). She quickly snatched it up and covered
her breasts with it, but not before she got a few appreciative yells and
applause for her little 'show', causing her no end of embarrassment.

About a week after the Robyn gave her little pool 'show', I was standing
outside getting a little fresh air when her mother came home early
(about 2:00) - rushing out of her car and over to me, almost yelling "I
got it! I got it!" before throwing herself into my arms. She said it a
few more times into my chest before pulling back from me a little bit,
calming herself down a bit, and excitedly telling me that her boss had
called her into his office that afternoon, and told her that she'd been
given a promotion - and a $5,000-a-year raise to go along with it. I
congratulated her, told her that I'd known she'd get it, and pulled her
back into my arms (hey - it was nice holding her like that!) and hugging
her.

After a little bit, she freed herself again, and told me that after her
boss had told her about the promotion, he congratulated her, and told
her to take the rest of the day (Friday) off, to celebrate. She then
went on to tell me that on the way out, she'd stopped only long enough
to spread the news to a couple of her friends from work, and headed
right home. I told her that I agreed that it was time to celebrate, and
said that it would be my pleasure to take her out to dinner that night.
She quickly agreed, and asked if Robyn was included. I said that Robyn
probably had reason to celebrate it too, and that she was more than
welcome to join us, or not, as her mother saw fit. Lucy smiled at me for
that, and said that Robyn deserved a night out, too. Then she suddenly
got all flustered, and said that she wasn't in any condition to be going
out - I told her that dinner wasn't for a few more hours, and that she
certainly had time to take care of whatever she needed to get ready. She
agreed, and added that with the raise she was getting, she figured that
she could afford to get a permanent and nice dress to wear, too. I asked
her if Robyn would need anything, and she laughed, saying that she
didn't think Robyn would object to going out and spending money on
clothes with her. I told her that if she wanted to change clothes before
going out, I would go over and tell Robyn that her mother was home and
wanted to see her right now, and make it sound really serious. She
laughed at the joke I was proposing, agreed, and headed into her
apartment as I started over toward the pool.

When I got there, I did just as I'd said I would to Lucy - telling Robyn
that her mother had come home early "in some kind of state, I tell
you!", and wanted her to get home RIGHT NOW - it was important. Robyn
got a real serious look on her face, quickly collected her things, and
rushed home - fortunately before I started laughing at the trick I'd
played on her.

I took my time going back to my apartment, and as I was getting close to
the front door, Robyn came rushing out, ran up to me and hit me on the
arm, saying "You RAT! That was a terrible thing to do to me!"; about
that time, her mother came out (dressed in a light blouse and walking
shorts - nice!) and started laughing. I couldn't help it, and started
laughing along with her, and a bit later, Robyn joined in with us.

After we'd calmed down a bit, Lucy told Robyn that I'd offered to take
them out to dinner to celebrate, and asking if she wanted to go with her
to get her hair done and pick out something new to wear for the
occasion. Robyn quickly agreed, and turned to me, saying "I'm sorry for
hitting you, but that was mean!". I couldn't help but start to chuckle
again, and told her that her mother had agreed to it - earning her
mother a dirty look, which she accepted in good humor. Robyn then rubbed
my arm where she'd hit me, apologized again, and started back toward her
mother, who said that they'd better get going if they were going to get
back in time. I told Lucy that I'd take care of the restaurant, she
acknowledged it, and I heading into my apartment as they went into
theirs. I quickly called my favorite restaurant (I was known there), and
managed to get us reservations for 7:00. I went over to let Lucy and
Robyn know when the reservations were for, and caught them just as they
were heading out the door to go shopping. I let them know when our table
was reserved, and when I'd pick them up before telling them I'd see them
later as they headed for their car.

Once back in my apartment, I checked my best summer-weight suit, and
decided that it could use a pressing; and after looking at myself in the
mirror, that I could use a haircut, too, for the occasion. With that
decided, I grabbed the suit and went out to my car, I knew where there
was a cleaners near where I went for haircuts, and dropped the suit off
with the request that it be pressed and ready to go in about an hour. It
cost me a little extra, but I agreed, and went over to get my haircut. A
little over an hour later, I was able to pick up my suit before going
home.

I knew that I had plenty of time to get ready, so finished up a little
code I'd been working on, and got it all saved. When the time came, I
went in and took a quick shower, shaved (again), and got dressed, being
extra careful to select one of my best ties to go along with the suit.
Finally dressed a couple minutes early, I went over to see if Lucy and
Robyn were ready. When I knocked at the door, Robyn answered it, but
only by opening the door as far as the chain, which surprised me. She
said that she and her mother were both ready, but that they wanted to
surprise me, so she said that I should wait until I heard them call out
before coming in. I was a little amused, and readily agreed. She closed
the door, reminded me to wait, and I heard the door chain as she took it
off. A few seconds later, I heard a faint "Okay - come on in!", and
opened the door.

They weren't in the living room, so I figured that they must be back in
one or the other of their bedrooms, and faced the hallway, telling them
I was ready. I quickly found out, though, that I wasn't ready - at
least, not for the two lovelies that came out to greet me. Robyn led the
way, wearing a simple spaghetti-strap dress that came down to just above
her knees, making her look a young 18. It was an off shade of white that
served to accentuate both her coloration and tan, and was snug enough to
let folks know that she was definitely female. She had her hair done up
in one of those short braided-ponytail styles, which served to
accentuate the slender gracefulness of her neck. She was only slightly
made up - just enough to highlight her naturally-clear skin and
complexion.

What followed, though, was almost enough to put my jaw on the floor -
Lucy, dressed in a tight black strapless/sleeveless dress that hugged
every curve she had as it flowed down to just below her ass, where it
loosened up enough to make a skirt that went on down to her ankles. It
was slightly scooped down in the front, revealing a nice bit of cleavage
- enough to look sexy without being trashy. Her hair was simply done -
trimmed back a little, and combed and brushed until it gleamed like gold
cascading down her back. She, too, had shown remarkable constraint in
her use of cosmetics, adding only some blusher to her cheekbones,
eyeliner, and a touch of pale red lipstick.

While I was standing there, enjoying the view (not a bra strap or panty
line to be found!), they finished coming into the living room, separated
a little, and each turned in a little circle for me, so that I could get
the whole effect: Robyn's dress hugging her cute little ass; and Lucy's
revealing that it was virtually backless, and how the color and texture
of her hair next to it combined to make a singularly erotic and sensual
sight.

At first, all I could do was just stand there; finally getting out a
guttural "Whoooooooah!", making both of them grin at me as I stood there
looking like an idiot. It was Lucy that asked me how they looked; I
collected my thoughts, and said "You two" - with deep conviction - "look
like why the riot started.", making them both smile broadly, and Robyn
to pipe up with "Well, it's nice to know we're having the desired
effect!".

I assured them that if the desired effect was to have every man in
viewing distance ready to start humping the furniture, it was working -
quite well, thank you. That brought me another pair of smiles, and Lucy
asked me if I was ready to go out, or if I wanted to just stand there
looking at them for the rest of the night. When I answered her by
starting "Well, if I really have a choice...." when she stopped me by
laughing and saying "This time, no choice. Maybe next time!". I
submitted to that, went over to them, and offered each of them an arm,
which they took. Robyn looked me over and said "You look pretty good
yourself, there, big boy...", making her mother laugh and nod her
agreement. I escorted them outside, and after Lucy had locked the door,
led them over to my Volvo 850, holding the doors open for both of them
before coming around, getting in, and getting us on the way to the
restaurant.

Once in the car and moving, I was pleased to notice that they had both
put on the same perfume - not only because having them both wearing the
same perfume meant no conflicting scents, but because it was very nice:
faint, slightly floral with a vague hint of musk, and no 'sharpness' to
it. Clearly, it wasn't something whipped up in a chemistry lab
somewhere. I was only slightly disappointed when we finally got to the
restaurant - it meant that my time alone with the two of them in the car
was coming to a temporary end, but that I'd be the envy of every man
that saw the two of them that night by having one of them on each arm.

The valet at the restaurant just barely managed to keep his attention on
his job - and even then it was only after he'd let them out of the car
and I'd come around to collect them from him that he finally realized
that he had work to do. When we got into the restaurant, the headwaiter
recognized me, and greeted me by name, earning me pleased looks from the
two of them. He commented on the "lovely, delightful!" company that I
had that night, and led us to one of the best tables in the house.

As we were moving along, I could almost hear all the eyeballs following
us (okay, Lucy and Robyn!), and when the headwaiter and I held their
chairs for them, every man in sight seemed to hold his breath as he
watched them move with incredible grace and serenity as they sat down.

Almost instantly, the wine steward appeared, and I could hear the
headwaiter whispering to him to take special care of us that night; a
comment I heard him repeat to our waiter as he left us. I think that
Lucy must have heard it, too, because she gave me a look of mixed awe
and appreciation.

I asked Lucy if she minded if Robyn had some wine with us, and she said
that she didn't. Then I asked her if she had any preferences; I could
see that she was a bit flustered by the question, and said that if she
didn't, then I'd be happy to make the selection. She smiled her
agreement, and after looking over the list, ordered us a carafe of white
wine to sip until we'd made our order. When the wine steward left, Lucy
admitted to me that if it didn't come in a jug with a handle and have a
screw-on cap, she didn't have the faintest idea of what kind of wine it
was. I told her to relax, that it was a nice restaurant, and that there
wasn't anyone there that was going to say or do anything to embarrass
her.

She looked doubtful, and when the waiter came up and gave us our menus,
I asked him if he would mind answering a personal question. He said that
he would do his best, and I asked him if it were possible that one of
the waiters or employees there had ever embarrassed a customer. He
looked properly horrified, and said that he had never even heard of such
a thing, and that if it ever happened there, the employee would be
dismissed instantly. I pointed out that it sometimes happened that a
customer would dine there, and possibly not be familiar with all the
things that were involved in the enjoyment of such excellent cuisine. He
thanked me for the compliment, and said that it was his job, as well as
that of the rest of the staff, to not only provide the best service
possible, but to assist any customer who was in need of such assistance,
politely and quietly, without causing even the slightest offense or
embarrassment to that customer. As he was finishing, the wine steward
appeared with the wine I'd ordered, and soon we each had a glass of wine
in front of us.

When the steward had left, I told the waiter that I understood what he'd
been saying, and thanked him for his honesty and assistance before he
left us to look over the menu.

After he'd gone, Lucy looked appreciably more relieved, and when Robyn
wasn't discretely looking around in awe at the rest of the restaurant
(and it's patrons), was looking at me as though I were some kind of
minor deity. We looked over the menu, and when Robyn and Lucy told me
what they thought they'd like to eat, I saw that they'd picked out
things that were among the cheapest on the menu. I wanted to let them
know that it was all right to order whatever they wanted, but without
sounding as though I was bragging; I finally settled on changing the
subject a bit, and telling them that I usually came to that restaurant 2
or 3 times a month, plus whenever I needed to take one of my clients out
for lunch - but that because of my latest project, hadn't been able to
come there for several weeks, and thanked them for giving me a much-
needed excuse.

About that time, the headwaiter returned, and politely inquired as to
how things were, adding that it had been "what, a month or more?" since
he'd last seen me there - and that I was too valuable of a customer to
stay away that long, finishing by saying that they had started to worry
that something had been wrong during my last visit. I assured him that
everything had been fine, and that my absence was due only to too much
work. He sympathized, and I told him that my two lovely companions were
there with me for a small celebration, and that were it not for them, I
might still be at home. He thanked them profusely, and when I introduced
them, bowed and kissed their hands - putting Robyn even farther into
orbit, and almost embarrassing her mother. When he stood up again, he
told me that if we were there to celebrate, he would see what the chef
had to offer, and that our waiter would let us know. I thanked him, and
he immediately headed toward the kitchen.

After he left, Lucy looked at me strangely, and asked just how much
money I made working at home. I told her that while I wasn't going to be
another Bill Gates, I was comfortable enough that I didn't have to worry
about my few bills. I explained to her that I usually got called in on a
project when the people running it were in big trouble, and that because
of that, I generally got paid pretty well for meeting deadlines.

She asked me why I was driving a Volvo, and I simply told her that that
was the car I liked - which she correctly understood to mean that I
could have bought almost anything I wanted.

After that, I suggested that we have another look at the menu until the
waiter came back, and a couple minutes later, when I checked with them
again, they had been a lot less concerned about the price - they weren't
mercenary enough to order the most expensive items on the menu, and had
instead just decided on what sounded good to them.

We sat there sipping our wine for a few minutes before the waiter
reappeared. He told us that the chef had gotten a small amount of
particularly good squid, and wished to prepare some calamari to help us
in our celebration. I said that it sounded delightful to me, and when I
looked at Lucy, she agreed that she'd like to sample it, too. Robyn
wasn't so sure that she was willing to eat an entire order of squid, so
her mother said that she could try a couple of hers, and Robyn stayed
with her (new) selection from the menu. The waiter bowed to her, said
that he certainly understood, and left us again.

After the waiter left, the wine steward returned to bring us another
carafe of wine, saying that he'd been told of our celebration and what
the chef would be preparing for us, and that if I would permit his
boldness, he would like to bring us a wine that he thought would be
particularly good with our meal. I agreed, and he left us alone again.

As we waited for our meal we sat there and chatted to each other about
all manner of things. Finally it got around to where, together, they
told me how they'd talked out their differences, written down a set of
Special Rules, and even been able to invoke those rules without causing
offense to each other. They also admitted that they'd started opening up
to each other, and after comparing notes a little, concluded that I'd
been the one that had made it possible for them to reach the point they
were at now.

I was fortunately saved from further embarrassment by the arrival of our
meal, and shortly after that, our wine. The wine steward went through
the normal routine of opening it with a flourish (mildly impressing
Robyn), and offering me the cork. I declined, telling him that I knew
him to have impeccable taste (he bowed slightly at the compliment), and
he poured us each a glass of it before setting the bottle aside, and
left us to our meal.

Before we got too far into the meal, Robyn decided that she'd like to
have a taste of the calamari, and when her mother discretely gave her
one to sample, she got it into her mouth, chewed it a few times, and
swallowed it, saying that it tasted okay, but she wasn't sure that she
wanted any more of it - which seemed to suit her mother just fine!

As we were eating, we started chatting again, but now on a different
subject than what I'd done or not done by talking to the two of them. By
the time we'd finished our meal, most of the other patrons had left, and
only a few of them had been replaced by new ones - the restaurant was
only about half full. As we were sitting there, finishing off the last
of the wine, the waiter returned and inquired as to whether or not we
would like any dessert. Robyn was interested, but Lucy looked as though
she couldn't quite make up her mind. I suspected that she was pretty
full, and possibly a little concerned about the additional calories, and
said that we were still savoring the meal - and please our thanks to the
chef for such an excellent meal, would he? - and said that perhaps if he
could come back in a bit we'd have decided. He assured us that there was
no hurry, and that we could have all the time we wished, before leaving.
I looked over at Robyn and told her "I can see that you'd like some
dessert!", to which she gave me a mischievous smile, and turned to Lucy,
asking her "How about you?". She smiled and said that she'd like to, but
after such a delicious meal, didn't want to go home feeling heavy or
over-full. I assured her that the desserts there would only affect her
taste buds and not her stomach, but she still looked a little dubious.

When we got to the point where only bottoms of our wineglasses were wet,
the waiter returned to ask us about dessert again. I said that I knew
that the young lady was interested, and that I would like to have a
look, as well. He smiled and nodded, returning in a few moments with the
dessert cart. I saw Robyn's eyes start to get real big at first, but she
quickly regained her dignity, and pretended as though she saw such
things every day. She quickly decided on something that was made up of
about 7 different kinds of chocolate, and the waiter wheeled the cart
over to between me and Lucy. The waiter could see her eyeing a couple of
things, and politely said that everything on the cart was made by their
own dessert chef, and he would be deeply disappointed if such a lovely
lady declined his offerings. That made her smile, and she finally
settled on a small pastry while I selected an Italian ice. Before
leaving, the waiter asked if we'd like some coffee - their own house
blend, of course - to accompany our dessert? I agreed, and suggested
that perhaps coffee would be a bit much for the young lady - he readily
concurred, and suggested that perhaps she'd like a nice cup of fresh hot
chocolate to go along with her dessert? Robyn quickly agreed, and as he
was leaving, took the first bite of her dessert - and her mother and I
both got a chuckle at the look of pure bliss on her face when she got
the full taste of it. It was mine and Robyn's turn to be amused when her
mother started eating her pastry - as she chewed the first bite, her
entire face seemed to light up in enjoyment. When she'd swallowed it,
she turned to me and said "That's absolutely the lightest, most
delicious thing I've ever tasted!". I told her that she would probably
make the dessert chef's entire week if she would repeat that comment to
the waiter, and she blushed a bit and said that he deserved it.

When the waiter came back with the coffee and hot chocolate, Lucy did
repeat her opinion to him, causing the waiter to smile and say that the
dessert chef would be delighted to know that he'd been able to please
her so greatly - which made her blush slightly again.

We all took our time with our dessert, enjoying it as much as possible,
and by the time we'd finished it, and our drinks, the restaurant had
nearly emptied. Most of its regular patrons knew that it closed at 10:00
PM, and it was now a little before 9:00. When the waiter came back
again, he asked us if there would be anything else. I asked Robyn if
she'd like another cup of hot chocolate, and got an enthusiastic yes in
reply; when I turned to Lucy, she said that the coffee was wonderful,
but said that it was getting a bit late, and she didn't think she needed
any more of it. The waiter told her that it was also available as
decaffeinated - certainly with no loss of flavor! - and that we were
their treasured customers and he would be delighted to serve us as long
as we cared to stay. She gave in, and said that she would like another
cup of coffee then, and confirmed with the waiter that she wanted decaf.
When he turned to me, I simply told him that I would follow the lady's
lead, and join her. He nodded, and headed off; returning a couple
minutes later with another cup of hot chocolate for Robyn and coffee for
me and Lucy, saying that he did not wish to disturb us as we enjoyed our
coffee. I thanked him, and off he went again.

When we'd finished our drinks, I signaled to him that we were ready to
leave, and he brought over the check. I looked it over, write in a nice
tip for him, and put my American Express card on the tray. After he'd
left, Lucy looked at me and said "That wasn't a Gold card, was it?", and
I said that no, it wasn't. She said that it didn't look like the regular
AE card, and I finally admitted that it was the platinum card.

Her eyes widened a bit at that, and even Robyn seemed to understand what
was going on, because she gave me another one of her minor-deity looks.

When the waiter came back, I signed the receipt, and when I'd gotten my
card and copy of the charge, he moved around to hold Robyn's chair for
her as she got up, letting me attend to Lucy. When we were all standing,
Robyn came around to stand on the other side of me from her mother, and
the waiter came around behind her, stopping in front of us.

He bowed slightly and said that it was his pleasure to have had us as
their guests that night; then he reached out first for Lucy's hand and
then Robyn's, kissing them in turn before stepping aside to let us
leave.

Lucy and Robyn fairly glowed as we headed toward the door; when we got
to the front, the headwaiter approached, and said that it had gotten a
bit cool out, and if I cared to wait inside a moment, the valet would
have the car ready for us in just a moment. As we waited, he thanked me
for coming back, and after saying that he hoped my next visit wouldn't
take so long - "and do bring these two goddesses back with you -
please!" winning him radiant smiles from both of them - and I assured
him that it wouldn't, and that I would.

About then, the valet opened the door, and started to come in; but when
he saw us standing there, stayed outside, holding the door for us,
instead.

As we passed him, he said that he hoped we'd enjoyed our time with them
and would return.

When we'd gotten into the car (which didn't take too long; it really had
turned cool), both Lucy and Robyn emitted sighs of pure contentment as I
pulled away from the curb. All during the ride home, they talked about
all they'd seen, and how lovely everything was, and "did you see
that....", and so on. As I turned onto the street to our apartment
complex, Lucy looked at me as thanked me for making her promotion
something she'd remember for a good, long time; and prompting Robyn to
chime in with her own expression of appreciation. I told them that it
really had been my pleasure, telling them that I'd been the envy of
every man who saw the three of us that night. The both giggled a little
at that, just as I pulled into the parking lot of our apartment complex.

When I'd pulled into my parking space in front of my apartment, and we'd
gotten out, somebody came toward us from the shadows, surprising the
hell out of us. When they got closer, we could see that it was a
teenager, and that not only was he pretty ragged-looking, but appeared
to be high on something. When he got close, he stopped, and asked me for
a couple dollars. I told him I didn't think so, and he said that if I
didn't give it to him, he'd take it from me. I guided Lucy and Robyn to
stand behind me a little, and they stepped back even more on their own.
I told the kid that if he tried to take money from me, he'd be sorry
when I didn't kill him. That kind of surprised him, and he said that he
had a knife, and he'd use it. My response was that in that case, not
only would he be sorry that I hadn't killed him, but that he'd find
himself in the jail ward of the hospital, too. That seemed to get
through to him a little, and when he realized that not only wasn't I
afraid of him, but that he might actually get hurt himself if he tried
anything, he decided to try the pickings elsewhere - heading off away
from us and the apartment complex. When he'd gotten a hundred yards
away, or so, both Robyn and Lucy came up to me and wrapped their arms
around me. When I put my arms around them, I could feel them shaking
from both fear and their sobbing.

I softly assured them that there wasn't anything to worry about, and
that it was all over, and that nothing was going to happen. After a
couple minutes, they'd gotten themselves together again, and we went
into their apartment.

When we got inside, Robyn said that she was exhausted, and was going to
go to bed. She heading down the hallway toward her bedroom, leaving me
with her mother in the living room. We kind of stood there, awkwardly,
for a minute when she said that as much as she liked dressing up to go
out, the clothes were never really meant to really be comfortable in. I
laughed in reply, and admitted that I was a lot more comfortable in
jeans and sports shirts, myself. She asked if I'd mind if she went in to
change, and I suggested to her that if she didn't mind, I'd go back to
my place to change, too, and be right back. She thought about it for a
moment, and said that rather than us keeping Robyn awake, maybe it would
be better if she came over to my apartment, instead. I agreed, and let
myself out as she was heading back to her bedroom.

I got changed and had hung my suit back up when I heard Lucy knocking at
the door. I opened the door for her, and found her standing there in the
too-small T-shirt and frayed jeans I'd seen her in before.

And it was obvious that she thought the temperatures out were a little
cool, because I could see her nipples poking out the front of the shirt.

I quickly invited her in, and asked her if she'd like something to
drink. She said that a Coke would be fine, and after a couple moments,
asked if I had anything to put in it - saying that she still felt a
little shaky from the little encounter outside. I told her I had some
rum, and she said that was fine, make it a strong one. I warned her that
it was 151, and she said that was even better, and she still wanted a
strong one.

I filled a water glass about half full of rum, dropped in a single ice
cube, and filled the glass the rest of the way with part of a can of
Coke; then opened a can of Coke for myself, and went into the living
room.

She was sitting at one end of the couch with her legs under her again,
and I handed her the glass and the rest of 'her' can of Coke. She felt
how much was left in the can, gave me a curious look, and took a big
swallow from the glass - and promptly started gasping. When she'd caught
her breath again, said "I said 'strong', not lethal!", and laughed a
little bit. I laughed back, and reminded her that I'd warned her it was
151, and besides, she could add more Coke to it, and start thinning it
down. She took another - smaller - swallow from the glass, promptly
filled it back up from her Coke, and asked me if I wasn't nervous about
what had happened outside. I told her that I wasn't since it really
hadn't been anything too serious. She looked surprised at that, and said
that it had seemed pretty serious to her. I replied by telling her that
it wasn't as bad as it might have looked: the kid was young, obviously
stoned on something, and if she looked close, she could have seen that
he wasn't in very good shape, either. She thought about that for a
second, and said "Yeah. But he still had a knife!". I pointed out that
he hadn't shown a knife, so it was only the word of a stoned thief that
there was one, and that even if he did have one, he was still both young
and stoned. She asked "But he still might have hurt you!", and I told
her that I didn't think he could have hurt me unless I'd gotten real
clumsy or did something real stupid.

She asked what I meant, and I had to explain to her a little bit about
some of the things that I'd done in the military, and some of the places
I'd found myself even after I'd gotten out, taking up the better part of
an hour. She seemed to understand that I'd left a bit of it out, but
seemed to also understand that I'd have been fully able to deal with the
twit if he'd been stupid enough to continue.

Then she shivered a little bit, and said "Between remembering that, and
how cool it is out there, I'm feeling a little chilly". I told her that
if she liked, I'd be glad to get her a blanket to wrap around herself,
and she said that a blanket would be too hot, and a moment later, asked
if I'd mind if she sat next to me, instead. I told her that I'd made it
a point to never object to having skimpily-dressed pretty girls sit next
to me, and she gave me a little laugh, saying "Great! But first, I've
got to get rid of some of that wine from the restaurant". I told her
that I figured she could figure out where the bathroom was, getting me a
smile and a nod before she got up and headed that direction.

A couple minutes later, she came back in, and had me twist around a
little on the couch, so that she could nestle herself into the crook of
my arm next to my shoulder. I had my arm resting on the back of the
couch, and when she'd gotten herself situated, she reached up and pulled
my arm down around her shoulders, holding my hand in hers. When she was
comfortable, she said "You know, it's been years sit I was able to just
sit and snuggle up next to a man like this - I'd forgotten just how nice
it could feel." I thanked her for the compliment, and told her that it
felt pretty good for me, too.

We sat there like that for several minutes, both of us comfortable just
to have the physical contact and closeness of another human being next
to us, before she looked up at me and said "You know, when you first
moved in, I thought you were kind of a nerdy bum, spending almost all
your time inside your apartment. Then after we talked outside that day,
I realized that there was more to you than what I first thought. Then
when Robyn got interested in your computer, and started coming over to
visit you, I worried that you might be some kind of pervert or something
and try to molest her. When I got back from my trip, I was worried that
you had somehow gotten her into bed with you. It was only when I came
over to apologize to you and we had a chance to talk a little more that
I realized just how much there was to you; and when you started helping
me and Robyn out with our problems, it only made me understand just how
thoughtful and smart you are. Tonight, when we went to the restaurant, I
started to see how considerate and polite you are, but I still thought
you were a little wimpy. I mean, after the way I acted around you, and
showing myself off to you - yes, I did it on purpose! - you still didn't
try to grope me or hit on me or anything else; I even wondered if you
were gay, until I saw the way you looked at me in this outfit! But after
the way you handled that creep outside, and hearing about what you've
done, I don't think that you're the slightest bit wimpy! I just don't
understand how a man can be both as calm and patient as you are, and
have the guts to stand up to a punk like that". I laughingly told her
that I was glad to hear that somebody had a good opinion of me, and she
jabbed me in the ribs with her elbow, saying "I'm serious, dammit!". I
got serious too, then, and asked her why she thought that a man couldn't
be both gentle and masculine at the same time. She thought about it for
a bit, and finally said "I suppose that there really isn't any reason
why he couldn't - it's just that I've never really seen it before, and
don't quite understand it". I told her that I thought that there really
wasn't any contradiction to it at all - only perhaps that it might be a
little unusual, which she answered with an "and how!". I continued by
saying that after my experiences, I really didn't figure that there was
anything I needed to fear physically, and the conquering of that fear
had given me a certain sense of tranquility that made it easier to deal
with other concerns. I told her that I wasn't immune to pain or disease,
that I still suffered the same kinds of maladies that affected everyone
else, that I still felt love and anger and all the rest - it was just
that my experience had taught me how to deal with those things in a way
that worked for me.

She responded to that by asking me if I still felt desire, too; I
answered that no matter what else she might think of me, I was still
human, and still a man, and most certainly did feel desire. With that,
she pulled my hand down a little farther, pulled her T-shirt out away
from her body, and tucked my hand down the front of it, placing it
securely on her left breast, saying "like now?". I could feel her nipple
hardening under my hand, and told her "like even before now, when I saw
you for the first time in your blouse and shorts, and earlier tonight,
when I saw the dress you'd bought and how you'd made yourself up", and
started softly squeezing her breast, and rolling her nipple around in my
palm. She looked up at me and asked "Did you notice Robyn, too?", and I
told her that I'd noticed BOTH of them, which she followed by asking
"Did you know that she'd got a crush on you?". I simply told her "Well,
I have noticed that she seems to have a pretty high opinion of me...",
which earned me a snort from Lucy. She then told me "She's got more than
just a high opinion of you. I think if you gave her half a chance, she'd
hop into your bed and do her damnedest to screw you silly!"; I was a
little worried about the direction the conversation was going, and asked
her "Are you suggesting that I take her up on it? Or telling me that if
I did, you'd have my nuts to hang on your car mirror?", which got me a
brief laugh before she answered "I'm not suggesting it - though I think
she could do a whole helluva lot worse for her first time," - (Phew! I
thought to myself) - " and if she DID pick you for her first, I don't
know if I'd want to know about it, or not." - (yay!) - " I do know that
if I found out you'd been with her, I wouldn't want to do anything to
either one of you - I love her too much, and I've gotten to the point
where I wouldn't want anything to happen to you, either".

I asked her "You just said that you didn't know if you'd want to hear
about it if Robyn and I did start making love. Why not?", and after a
couple of hesitations, she whispered "Because I think I'd be jealous of
her". I'd expected some other answer, and when I looked down at her, saw
that she was looking up at me with fear in her eyes - as though she
expected me to jump up and run away from her, or something. I smiled at
her, to reassure her, and told her that I didn't think that she would
have anything to be jealous about, either from me, OR Robyn - not that
she had anything to worry about (technically true - Robyn and I weren't
taking any chances of her getting pregnant, and I figured that after
what Lucy had just said, my character wasn't a concern to her, either).
She gave me a questioning look, and I elaborated by telling her that
what I felt toward Robyn was something completely different that what I
could feel toward her. She got a little bit of a surprised look on her
face, and I told her "Yes, I'm saying that I most certainly could feel
more toward you than what your average Next Door Neighbor might. You're
intelligent, attractive, you've got enough sense to listen when somebody
tells you something, you've got enough intuition or whatever that you
don't need everything explained to you, you don't whine or snivel about
everything that happens in your life, you've got more guts or nerve or
whatever than nearly all the women I've ever met, sexy as hell, and you
cuddle up next to me real well, to boot!". That last part kind of caught
her by surprise, and made her smile up at me. I continued by telling her
"What I feel toward Robyn is probably something between what a father
and uncle would, with a little lechery tossed in. Yes, I admit that I've
thought a few times about what it would be like to have Robyn in bed
with me - and I expect that any man with hair on his balls that isn't
either dead or gay has had the same thoughts. That does NOT mean that I
would do anything to coerce her, or entice her, or follow up on those
thoughts, though. If Robyn threw herself at me, I'd be flattered, and
I'd probably catch her - and give her several chances to change her mind
before anything permanent happened." - again, all technically true; just
the time tenses were a bit backward - "Hell, if she kept at it, I might
even give some pretty serious thought to taking her up on it. But even
then, what I'd feel toward Robyn, sexy as hell though she may be, would
be completely different from what I'd feel toward a full-grown adult
woman".

She asked me what I meant, and it was my turn to give her a little bit
of a reproachful look, saying "I didn't think I'd have to explain that
part to you. When you were married, you loved your husband, at least at
first, didn't you?" - she nodded - "And when Robyn came along, you loved
her, too?" - another nod - "Didn't you love them both, but in different
ways?". She answered me by saying "I knew what that meant to me, I just
wanted to know if it meant the same thing to you; and from what you just
said, I know that it does. I also noticed the way you described me, and
that the 'attractive' part was the second thing you mentioned, and that
everything else came before the 'sexy' part. Is that really the way you
think?". I told her that I appreciated a pretty, sexy girl as much as
anyone else, but that I also understood that physical beauty faded with
time - though not memory - and that sexiness was something that a person
couldn't particularly control. I said that all the other traits were
things that a person could exercise, and choose to control to some
degree; and that they were the ones that seemed to be the basis for most
of the long-lasting marriages I'd ever seen and heard about.

With that, she pulled my hand out of her T-shirt, and asked me if my
offer of a blanket was still good. I said that it was, and she asked me
to get it, please, sliding a little away from me so that I could get up.

While I was up to get the blanket, I also took advantage of the
opportunity to recycle some of the wine and such that I'd had over the
evening; and when I returned, Lucy was sitting a little farther away on
the couch than she'd been when I'd left her. I opened it up a bit, she
gestured that she wanted me to sit down first, when I had, she told me
to scoot over next to her, so I did. When I was comfortable, she stood
up on the couch, took a step over me, and turned herself so that she was
facing me before sitting down on my lap with her legs on either side of
me. Once she got herself situated, she surprised me by reaching down and
pulling her T-shirt up over her head, revealing her firm breasts with
their dark pink areolas and nipples, which were slightly erect. When she
gave her hair a little shake, it nearly gave me eyestrain watching the
way her firm breasts moved around on her chest; the whole thing was
repeated when she tossed the T-shirt off to the side. When she turned
back to me, she said "I've been thinking about you ever since you came
over to pick us up for dinner. I was a little afraid of you after the
way you chased off that kid, but after sitting her next to you, and
hearing the way you think about things, I know that I want to get to
know you better - a LOT better. I suppose that I could have played the
little games that other women like to play when they're interested in a
man, but I don't like them; and from what you've said, I don't think you
like them, either. You seem like a pretty straight-ahead kind of guy,
even if you are polite and thoughtful about it. From what you've said, I
don't think that you're going to try and hustle me into bed as fast as
you can; in fact, I think that if or when we wind up sleeping together
will depend on me, not you. It's been too damn long since I was with a
man last - since my divorce, in fact - and I'm both scared spitless at
the idea that you might not like me, and excited as hell at the idea
that you will. I think you want to get to know me better, too, but don't
want to push me or lead me on about it. I know that I like you a lot,
and think that maybe I'm falling in love with you, and it scares me not
knowing how you feel, really. It felt good sitting next to you like
that, with no TV going, and no need to say anything, and I want to feel
that way again, and more; and the way you held my tit in your hand
without trying to grope me all over, and just being content with a
little intimacy like that without trying to crawl all over me made me
happier than I've felt in a long time. I've never done anything like
this before, and I'm scared, and I wish I could just stop blabbering
like this, and HOLD me, dammit!". With that, she started to cry, and I
pulled her up against me, with her head on my shoulder, pulling the
blanket over the two of us. While she shook, and leaked and blubbered
and sniffled, I held her against me, softly stroking and patting her
back, telling her that it was OK, I understood, and making other
comforting noises.

After about 10 minutes, she'd started to calm down again; though she was
still crying, she wasn't going through the gasping-for-air kind of
breathing, and her body wasn't shaking from her sobbing. A couple of
minutes later, she pulled back from me a little bit, and said "Oh, GOD,
look at me. I must look like a mess, and I've probably embarrassed you
and made a complete fool of myself.", while hanging her head down and
sniffling from having to blow her runny nose. I put my hand under her
chin, and lifted her head a bit, so that she could see that I was
looking directly into her eyes, and see the understanding and sympathy
in my eyes. I undid the buttons on my shirt, pulled it off, and handed
it to her, saying "Here. Blow.", as though she were a small child, and
making her smile through her tears. She started to shake her head, and I
teasingly told her "I'm gonna have to wash it anyway, now, so you might
as well get some more use out of it!", making her laugh a little. She
finally took it, blew her nose on it; when she was done, I exaggerated
taking it from her by the corner and holding it well clear of myself,
tossing it past the end of the couch, making her laugh again. When she
looked at me again, I held her face in my hands, and told her "It's
pretty obvious that was tough for you - and I'm glad that you had the
courage to say the things you did. Yes, I do like you - a lot, I think -
and I WOULD like to get to know you better. You're right that I'm not
going to push or tease or anything else to try and get you to sleep with
me. I don't think you were stupid or anything like that - I don't see
anything wrong with any honest emotion, as long as it isn't hurtful. I'm
flattered that you think enough of me to be willing to open yourself up
to me that way, and I hope that I can be deserving of the trust you've
shown me. You're right that I don't like the kinds of little games that
most women play, and I'm glad that you don't like them, either. I
enjoyed having you next to me, too, and I don't want for it to stop,
either; and I hope that we can become close enough that we can have more
than just snuggling next to each other on the couch. I don't know if
what we have now can turn into more, or not; I hope that it can, and now
that I know you want to find out, too, I'm going to help us find out. If
it doesn't work out, for whatever reason, then we can both know that it
wasn't because of any kind of 'defect' in either of us. Your face is
puffy, your eyes are red, your nose is still runny, and I still think
you're lovely. Now quit worrying about things that haven't happened yet
or may never happen, and let me hold you", pulling her back next to me.

At that, I could see the tension and fear drain out of her, and she
gladly rested her head on my shoulder again while I pulled the blanket
around us. We sat like that for several more minutes before she started
wiggling around on my lap. When I asked her what the problem was, she
admitted that her legs were starting to cramp up a little. I asked her
if she wanted us to lay down, and when she pulled away from me to look
in my eyes, saw that I was only offering to help her get comfortable,
and no more. She nodded, and after she stood up, I laid down on the
couch on my back, and she quickly laid down on her stomach on top of me
with her legs on either side of mine, pulling the blanket she'd been
holding over us. As her weight came to rest on me, I made a fake
groaning-pain noise; she raised herself up a little, and poked me in the
side, saying "I know I'm not that heavy, you stinker!". I laughed, and
told her she was right - and adding that I thought she 'felt just fine'.
Since I had my arms around her, and was softly and slowly stroking her
from her shoulders down to the top of her shorts, she caught the joke,
and laughed with me before lowering herself again and snuggling her head
into my shoulder.

We laid there like that for quite a while; I was just starting to drift
off to sleep when I felt her move above me as she raised herself up. She
smiled at me, and said that she wished she could stay there like that
all night, but that she thought Robyn might get a little worried if she
wasn't there in the morning. I told her "I wish you could stay, too, but
I think you're right about Robyn". She gave me a little smile of regret,
and after looking into my eyes for a few moments, lowered her head and
kissed me. I kissed her back, and after only a few moments, the
temperature of the kiss had risen dramatically - my penis was starting
to get hard, and I could feel her stiffening nipples where they were
pressing against me. When the kiss finally broke, she said "Wow! I think
if I don't get out of here now, I might not get out of here at all!"; I
answered her by saying "If you must, you must...", and making a big show
of wiping a pretend tear from my eye. She understood that I was only
showing my regret that she had to leave, and laughed at my exaggerated
show of sorrow. Then she got up, and dropped the blanket on me, giving
me another wonderful show as her breasts jiggled slightly. She saw where
I was looking, and asked me "You don't think they're too small?".

I smiled at her, and told her that I thought they were just the right
size for her, and couldn't imagine her with them any larger or smaller.
She curtsied at the comment, giving me another show, and bent over to
pick up her T-shirt to put it on. When she leaned over, I could see how
her breasts moved on her chest without becoming deformed; and when she
pulled the shirt over her head, they only flattened a little in response
to her raising her arms. I got up then, and went with her to the door,
where we shared another incendiary kiss before she left to go back to
her apartment.

When I went to bed, it was quite some time before I was able to get to
sleep.

It was late the next morning when Robyn came over, telling me that she
and her mother were heading over to the swimming pool, and asking if I
wanted to come along. I welcomed the chance to see both of them in
swimsuits, and a quickly agreed.

When I got to the pool, I saw that they'd gotten there ahead of me, but
apparently by only a minute or so - Lucy was wearing a smallish bikini
that hugged her ass as though it had been painted on, and a halter top
that was just barely enough to beat the local laws on indecency. She was
busy spreading a beach towel on a reclining pool chair, and Robyn was in
her customary bikini, as well, sticking her toe in the pool to check
it's temperature. When Lucy finished getting the towel situated to suit
herself, she stood up and turned around, seeing me for the first time. I
gestured toward her, indicating her suit, and made a "hot enough to
burn" gesture with my hand as I walked toward her. When I got up to her,
she said "I thought you might like to see what you missed out on last
night-", and I teased her by saying "I missed out on something? What?
When? Where?". She poked me in the ribs, and said "I can see that I
missed out on something, too!", gesturing toward the bulge of my
swimsuit.

About that time, we were interrupted by a big splash, shortly followed
by a minor rainstorm of pool water - apparently, Robyn had taken the
opportunity to do a 'cannonball' into the pool at the end nearest us.

I gestured toward the pool, and said "I think that was our cue to join
in.", Lucy nodded her agreement, and I called out "Last one in is a
rotten egg!" before making a mad dash for the pool. It caught her
completely unaware, and it was a couple of seconds before she started
after me, giving me the chance to dive into the pool just ahead of her.

The three of us splashed around in the pool for a good half hour; it was
really a pleasant experience to be the center of attention of two well-
build lovelies in bikinis. Robyn, as noted before, was an excellent
swimmer; Lucy was doing a pretty good job, too. Somehow, I managed not
to let myself drown - mostly.

Finally, though Lucy and I were starting to get tired, and got out of
the pool to go and lay on the pool chairs. As we laid there soaking up
the sun, Robyn continued to splash around in the pool, and make dives
off the diving board. A while later, Robyn got tired as well, and came
over to lay down with us. She started talking about how much she'd
enjoyed dinner the night before. She finished up by saying that when she
told Sandra about it, she'd be "soooooo jealous!". At the mention of
Sandra, Lucy started a bit, and said that she'd almost forgotten to tell
Robyn that Sandra was going to be coming to visit earlier than expected
- that she'd be arriving the following Thursday, in fact. Robyn almost
screamed in happiness at that, and started dancing around the pool - I
looked over at Lucy, and she rolled her eyes at me, indicating that she
thought that perhaps Robyn had lost her mind. I laughed, and told her
"Remember what you said about another girl not being that much more
trouble?", and she stuck her tongue out at me in reply, laughing when I
made a kissing motion at it.

By this time, Robyn had worked her way back around to us, and flopped
down on her chair again. When I turned to look at her, she gave me a
Significant Look, and said "I'm going to be so glad when she finally
gets here! I'm sure we're going to have so much fun!".

When some other people showed up for a dip in the pool, Robyn got back
up, and joined their kids in some game whose rules wouldn't make a lot
of sense to any adult, and involved a lot of splashing and swimming.

Lucy and I stayed out in the sun, and after a bit, she got up and moved
her chair closer to me, so that we could hold hands as we sunbathed.
When she asked me if I'd put some sun block on her, it was all she could
do not to laugh out loud when I asked "Can I use my tongue?". She handed
me the lotion, and I started spreading it out on her shoulders. As I
worked my way down her back, she kind of wiggled her hips, and when I
got down to her suit bottom, started easing my hand under the edge of it
as I smeared the lotion around. After she'd let me get my hand
completely under her suit bottom, and give her ass a nice massage with
the lotion, she turned over, and I could see that her nipples were
erect, and poking through her top. She said "Do my front, too?", and
laughed softly when I replied "I'd die to!". I moved around so that my
body was blocking her from the view of the other people, and as I
applied the lotion to her, used the opportunity to slide my hands under
her top and play with her breasts, making her nipples even harder. I
couldn't spend too much time there, though, and I'm sure she was as
sorry as I was when I slid along the chair, and started applying the
lotion to her belly. She quickly perked up, though, as I allowed my
hands to dip under her suit bottoms, and brush across her soft bush; and
briefly slide across the outside of her vagina, pausing to give her
clitoris brief little rubs. I still didn't want to draw attention to us,
though, and didn't carry on like that for any longer than I dared. I
could see a combination of relief and disappointment in her eyes,
though, when I finally stopped. When I stood up, she could see that my
penis had hardened considerably, and with a mischievous look in her eye,
asked if I'd like her to 'do' me, too. I caught the meaning, and said
"Sure - I'd love it!". She had me lay down on my stomach first, and
almost duplicated what I'd done to her: first applying the lotion to my
shoulders, and when she'd gotten to my lower back, taking the
opportunity to slide her hands under my swim trunks and squeeze my ass.
When she was done with my back, she had me turn over - careful to keep
herself between me and the other people, so that the couldn't see my
erection - and started on my front. When she got down to my belly, she
didn't even hesitate to slide her hands under the waistband of my suit
and start rubbing my erect cock, and slide her hand even further inside
to caress my balls.

She, too, understood the need to make it look innocent though, and soon
finished applying the lotion, letting me turn back over onto my stomach
to keep my erection from becoming obvious to the other people.

When she'd laid back down on her chair, she turned her head toward me,
and said "You know, that has got to be the most erotic, sexiest thing
I've ever experienced - what you did to me, and what I did to you; right
out here in front of all these other people!". I smiled at her, and told
her "That's one of the nice things about sensuality: it can be an
aphrodisiac all on it's own."; she nodded her understanding, and with a
gleam in her eye said "With stuff like that to encourage me, I don't
think it's going to take as long as I'd thought!", meaning her wish for
us to become intimate. I smiled in return, and took hold of her hand as
we laid there for another couple of hours before heading back to our
respective apartments hand in hand, leaving Robyn playing in the pool.

About 5:00, Robyn's mother, Lucy, stopped by to tell me that she had to
go do her grocery shopping, and ask me to keep an eye on Robyn while she
was gone.

5:30, or so, Robyn came over and asked where her mother had gone, and
after I told her, asked if she could use my shower to rinse the chlorine
and such from the pool off. I said "Sure, go ahead", and didn't any more
than have the words out of my mouth than she had pulled her bikini top
off, and started tugging her bikini bottoms down, right there in front
of me. I wasn't disappointed by this, of course, but it still surprised
me a bit. With a wicked little smile on her face, Robyn headed in to
take a shower, wiggling her cute butt at me the whole time.

I heard the shower shut off a few minutes later, and shortly after that,
Robyn calling to me, asking me to bring her a towel. I got one, and when
I started to hand it in to her, she grabbed my wrist, and pulled me into
the bathroom with her. She asked me "What's the matter? Don't you want
to spend any more time with me?". I assured her that I most certainly
did, but that I didn't think that we had enough time to really have any
fun before her mother got back. She asked when her mother had left, and
when I told her, said that her mother almost always took an hour to do
the shopping, even though the grocery store was only a couple of blocks
away - and then added that she figured we had another 15 minutes,
anyway. With that, she leaned back against the sink, spread her legs,
and started caressing her clitoris and the outside of her vagina; in
just a few seconds, I could see her vaginal lips were extended, and her
clit was starting to show itself, as well. I could also see that the
excitement and cool air had hardened her breasts, making her nipples
stand up like little volcanoes.

My cock started getting hard, and when she saw the bulge in my pants,
stopped what she was doing, dropped to her knees, and started
unfastening my belt. Realizing that we didn't have much time, I pushed
her hands away, and started unhooking my belt myself; she used the
opportunity to unzip my pants, and when my belt was free, unfasten them
and pull them down to my knees. With only my underwear left, she quickly
reached up and pulled the front of them down, so that they were
'latched' under my balls, opened her mouth, and sucked my entire penis
in. When she started moving her head back and forth, and massaging my
cock with her tongue, it wasn't long before I had gotten hard enough
that she couldn't keep the whole thing in her mouth; settling instead on
sucking me in far enough that the head of my erection softly hit the
back of her throat on each inward stroke. After just a couple minutes,
though, she stopped, and looked up at me saying "I'm still on my period,
so we can't do any more". I nodded my understanding, and she promptly
went back to sucking my still-wet cock, and rubbing different parts of
it with her tongue when she had most of it in her mouth. When she had me
almost entirely in her mouth, it felt like I was plugged into a vacuum
cleaner, and it wasn't too long before I could feel myself getting ready
to cum. She seemed to sense it, too, and started cupping my balls and
gently stroking and squeezing them as she continued to blow me. With
that added incentive, it was only a couple minutes more before I started
shooting wad after wad of hot cum into her eagerly sucking mouth,
watching her cheeks bulge with each spasm, and her throat move as she
swallowed it as fast as she could. Even after I had shot the last drop
of my sperm into her eager mouth, she continue to suck and lick on my
penis, cleaning it - only when I had softened again did she release my
penis from her lips. I reached down, and pulled her to a standing
position, and then suggested to her that she should sit on the edge of
the sink; when she did, I gently nudged her legs apart, and moved down
to start licking her vaginal lips and sucking on her clitoris. Sucking
my dick still seemed to turn her on, and it wasn't long before her
fluids were almost running out of her, and she was moaning and hunching
her crotch up against my face as I slid my tongue into her vagina. When
I used some of her lubrication that had run down the crack of her ass to
wet my finger and slide it into her little pink rosebud, she started
moaning even more, and when I started sliding my finger in and out of
her ass in time with the sucking I was doing on her clitoris, she
finally went over the edge, and climaxing. As I felt her spasms on my
finger, I would twist it inside her and rub her clitoris, adding to the
intensity of it for her, and making her orgasm last even longer.
Finally, though, her climax started to dwindle, and when I stood up to
pull up my underwear and pants, she was barely able to stand after
sliding off the sink.

I moved over and held her for a bit, until she could (almost literally)
get her legs under her, and when she could stand, I handed her bikini -
and 'helping' her as she put it on (making sure the cups fit, smoothing
the bottoms across her ass and mons, and so on), which made her giggle.

After she had her suit on again, and properly adjusted, we went back
into the living room and sat down next to each other on the couch. She
started looking at me strangely, and finally said "You and my mom like
each other, don't you?". I admitted that we did, and she asked me "Do
you think you're going to sleep with her?".

That kind of surprised me (but not much - I was starting to understand
Robyn a bit), and I told her that I wasn't sure - that right then, her
mother and I were just learning about each other's habits and
personalities, and that I really didn't know for certain one way or the
other if we'd be intimate with each other. Robyn DID manage to surprise
me when she said "Well, I hope the two of you do start sleeping together
- I love you both, and I know Mom has been real lonely since she and
Daddy got divorced". I asked her if she wouldn't be jealous or anything,
and she gave me an impish smile and said "Well, a little, maybe - but as
long as you don't forget about me, not too much". About that time, we
heard her mother's car pull up, and Robyn went out to help her mother
carry in the groceries.

A little later, Lucy came over and told me that I was invited over to
their place for supper - she'd bought some steaks, and was making steaks
and baked potatoes for all of us. I agreed, and asked her if she wanted
me to bring anything - her reply was "just the beer!" before she left
again.

About 15 minutes later, I grabbed a 6-pack from the fridge, and went
over - finding that Robyn had changed out of her swimsuit and into a
pair of the tightest shorts I'd ever seen and a man's sleeveless
undershirt that had been cut off at about her belly so that it literally
hung down from the ends of her breasts. Lucy had changed too, into her
frayed cutoffs and light buttoned blouse.

As the potatoes baked, we sat around a bit, Lucy and I drinking beer,
with Robyn taking the opportunity to beg swallows from us while Lucy and
I chatted about different things. About the time we finished the first
beer, it was time to start the steaks broiling, so Lucy took care of
that while I collected us each another beer - and asking her if she'd
mind if I gave Robyn one of her own. Lucy laughed at that, and agreed -
Robyn was quite delighted when I got back into the living room and
handed her a beer with an explanation. A few moments later, Lucy joined
us, saying that the steaks would be ready in a while, and adding that
while she was out, she'd stopped off at the video store and rented a
movie for us to watch - and giving me a Significant Look. We all
continued to talk about a variety of things until the steaks were done,
pausing only when Lucy got up to go in and turn them over.

When they were ready, we all trooped into the kitchen and got our plates
ready. Lucy told me that she hoped the steak for me was large enough,
but that she'd gotten smaller ones so that we all "wouldn't feel too
'log-y' after we finished". I said that it was just fine, as did Robyn.
We all moved over to the dining table, and enjoyed our meal - steak,
baked potato, corn, and rolls.

After we'd finished, I helped Lucy carry the dishes back into the
kitchen, and then stayed to help her as she washed them and the other
items that were ready - she washed and I dried, while Robyn went into
her bedroom.

With the dinner dishes done, Lucy and I went back into the living room
after collecting ourselves another beer, and were soon joined by Robyn,
who had changed into a nightdress - a very lightweight nightdress, that
did a pretty good job of suggesting what was under it. She got a stern
look from her mother, but no comments; I simply looked at her and raised
my eyebrows. Robyn went over and sat in a large reclining chair they
had, and Lucy led me over to sit on the couch with her. We had just sat
down when she stood up again, saying "I almost forgot about the movie!"
before going over to the TV and putting a videocassette into the VCR.
Before she turned the TV and VCR on, though, she turned and asked Robyn
to open the windows a little, and let some fresh air into the apartment.
She waited until Robyn was back in the chair before turning on the TV
and VCR and starting the movie. She came back over to where I was
sitting, and gestured me to move over a little; when I did, she sat next
to me, pulled her legs up under herself, and leaned against me while
pulling my arm around her.

When I looked over at Robyn, I could see that she had watched all of
that, and was simply smiling; when she saw that I was looking at her,
smiled even more, and nodded her head that it was okay. I smiled back,
and turned to watch the movie: Last Tango in Paris.

After about half an hour of the movie, Lucy said that she was feeling a
bit cold. I asked her if she wanted the windows closed, and she asked
Robyn if she was cold. Robyn said 'no', so Lucy told me that there
should be a comforter at the end of the couch, and that if I'd hand it
to her, she'd just use it. I found it where she'd said, and helped her
spread it out and cover up with it. When she'd gotten it arranged to her
satisfaction, she reached over, and pulled my hand and forearm under it,
laying them across her lower belly. Then, hidden by the comforter,
unbuttoned her blouse, and pulling my hand up to hold her breast. As we
watched the movie, she would sometimes squeeze my hand, indicating to me
that she wanted me to play with her breasts and nipples; always a
gentleman, I readily complied.

When the movie ended, I casually pulled my hand away, and Lucy
discretely buttoned her blouse again. She threw the comforter back and
stood up, then asking me if I had a VCR. I told her I did, and she said
that she'd also gotten a couple of other tapes the video store, as well.
She turned to Robyn and said that she'd rented some teeny-bopper movie
or other that Robyn had been after her about. Robyn was ecstatic about
that, and I asked Lucy what the other movie was. She gave me a secretive
smile, and said that I'd find out in a bit. She turned back to Robyn and
said that she (Robyn) could stay up to watch 'her' movie, if she wanted,
but that she'd have to do it there at home, and go to bed immediately
after it was over. When Robyn asked where she (Lucy) would be, Lucy
replied that she had no interest in watching Robyn's movie, and that she
and I would be going over to my place to watch the other movie. When
Robyn asked what we'd be watching, her mother said "That's not
important. Do you want to watch your movie, here, or not?" - Robyn
quickly acquiesced. Lucy then told Robyn that when she was done watching
her movie, she should rewind BOTH of the tapes (Robyn groaned at that),
but that if she would promise to do so, could have the last cold beer -
which cheered Robyn up considerably. With that out of the way, Lucy
gestured to me that she was done, and that we could go over to my place.
As we were leaving, I saw her pick up the tape and tuck it under her
arm, so that the title and label weren't visible.

When we got to my place, Lucy put the tape on top of the VCR, and I
could see why she'd kept it pretty much tucked away around Robyn - it
was a Triple-X Adult movie! When she saw me looking at the title of it,
Lucy blushed (a LOT!), and said "After what we did this morning out by
the pool, I got all worked up, and couldn't get it out of my mind. I
haven't been with a man since the divorce, and tonight, I'm going to get
some satisfaction!", with that last part delivered with a certain amount
of defiance. I laughed, and nodded my head in her direction, saying "I
can only hope that I'm able to meet your expectations, and not leave you
feeling that the movie was a waste of money...", which made her laugh a
little with me. Then she said "I was thinking that we could, um, get
naked, and watch the movie that way - then we could, um, you know, um,
kinda go from there.....", blushing a bit as she finished. I just smiled
at her, and said "It works for me!".

With that, she turned toward me, and watched me as I slowly (teasing her
and giving her a bit of a show) took off my shoes and socks, then shirt
and pants. When I was just standing there in my underwear (and already
starting to get a little hard from just thinking about her), I stopped
and looked at her. She realized it was her turn, and put on a similar
show, for me - unbuttoning her blouse slowly, revealing her cleavage and
belly as she moved down the front, then even more slowly opening it up
and pulling it off her shoulders and arms before reaching down to
unfasten, then gracefully slide down, her shorts, leaving her standing
there in only her cut-cut panties. I asked her, simply, "Together?", and
she nodded - we both took hold of the waistbands of our last item of
clothing, and at the same time and speed, slid them down our legs, and
kicking them off to the side.

When we were both naked, we just stood there, looking at each other -
while I'm not any kind of body-builder, I do manage to get enough
exercise, and am careful enough with my diet, that I don't have any
excess fat, and have decent muscle tone. She seemed to be in pretty damn
fine shape, too - medium-sized breasts that were firm on her chest, with
smallish, dark pink nipples; a firm, slightly curved belly, and a
neatly-trimmed dark blonde vee of sparse pubic hair over slender,
shapely legs. I smiled to her, to let her know that I was pleased with
the way she looked, then held out my arms slightly, and turned in a
circle, finishing by asking "See anything you like?" with a smile on my
face. She laughed a bit, and replied "One or two things, I think!"
before doing the same routine for me, less the question at the end;
substituting a raised eyebrow, instead. I got a stern look on my face,
put one arm across my chest, and put my other hand up to my mouth, as
though in serious thought. She started to look a bit apprehensive, until
I finally pulled my hand away from my mouth and said "It's hard to know
where to start.....". With that, she looked considerably relieved, and I
asked her "So, where do you think we should watch the movie from?". She
looked thoughtful for a moment, and said "Well, I suppose we could start
on the couch..."; I said "Done. You start the movie, and I'll be waiting
for you" as I headed over to sit down.

When she'd gotten the movie started, she came over, and told me to slide
over a bit, and lean over on my side, so that I was resting on the arm
of the couch. I did, and she sat down in front of me, then laid down so
that her butt was tucked up against my semi-erect penis and her head was
resting on my arm. Then she reached back, took my hand, and pulled it
over her, so that it was resting on her belly, saying "Do as the Spirit
moves you..." with a gleam in her eyes. With that, the movie started.

As we laid there watching the movie for the first 15 minutes or so, we
both gradually relaxed a bit more, and started doing little
'explorations' of each other - I gently and slowly moved my hand around:
down her belly to sample her pubic hair, up and across to feel and
caress her asscheek, along her side (and discovering that she was
slightly ticklish), around to her neck and shoulders (finding out that
the back of her neck was an erogenous zone), back down to her breasts,
and so on. For her part, she wiggled her butt against my erection,
fitting it even closer to the outside of her vagina, reached back and
played with my butt and thighs, sometimes twisting around to play with
and even suck on my nipples, and like that. We started out mostly
watching the movie, but before too long, we were watching the movie only
during the 'action' parts, and exploring each other between times. It
was while we were watching the action parts that I noticed that during a
lesbian scene, I could feel how excited and wet Lucy got; and she could
feel how hard I started to get. We each kind of looked at each other,
then smiled, and went back to watching. After a bit more of this, I
suggested that we might be a bit more comfortable if we moved to the
floor - and Lucy quickly agreed. We got up, and I quickly got a blanket
and couple of pillows for us to use, and we had soon rearranged
ourselves for better access to all the good parts of each other's
anatomy.

When another lesbian scene came on, I decided to try something, and
moved between Lucy's legs, and started licking the outside of her
vagina, and sucking on her clitoris. She quickly became even more
aroused, and her vaginal lips extended even more while her clitoris
became erect. As I matched the actions of the girls on the video, she
could watch what was happening as well as I could, and could imagine
that it was happening to her - stimulating her even more, and making
even more of her nectar flow out to my eagerly lapping tongue. In only a
couple of minutes, almost in synchronization with the movie, she
climaxed - and with each of her contractions, her clenching vaginal
walls would push out a mini-wave of her fluids for me to savor. She
continued climaxing, long after the girls on the movie had moved on to
something else, with my tongue continuing to tease her vaginal lips and
caress her clitoris in time with each of her spasms.

Only after things had reduced to occasional minor tremors was she able
to get herself back together, and start breathing normally again. When
she'd caught her breath, she looked down at me, and told me "It's been
way too long since I've felt anything even close to something like that.
Damn.". I grinned at her, and told her "It was my pleasure, I can assure
you-", before licking my lips in appreciation. She giggled a bit at
that, and said "How did you know to do that, just then?", and I told her
that I had read that many women at least had thoughts about lesbian sex,
even if they chose to never act on them; and that with the response
she'd had to the other scene, I figured that she wouldn't mind a little
fantasy-playing.

Satisfied with that, she turned herself around, so that we were face-to-
face, and proceeded to lick the remains of her juices off my face before
giving me a kiss that would have made my socks roll up and down, if I'd
been wearing any. As we broke apart from the kiss, we saw that the movie
had progressed, and now a girl was starting to go down on a guy. Lucy
exclaimed "Turnabout is fair play!", and quickly turned herself around
again, and taking my semi-erect penis into her mouth. It was like both
watching the movie in stereo (she did everything the girl on screen
did), and feeling it at the same time: an exceptionally arousing
experience, and it was only a minute or so before I was completely hard
in her mouth. As I got harder and harder, she would take more and more
of me into her mouth, until at the end, she was essentially deep-
throating me (though with difficulty) - I'm only average in size, so it
wasn't so much a matter of my size as her inexperience at doing that. At
the same time, I could feel the overflow of her saliva as it slid down
my erection, and across my balls where she was holding them. When she
felt my balls start to tighten up, she took me in as far as she could,
and held her breath as she sucked on me as hard as she could - almost
sucking my cum out of my balls. My first wad of semen didn't even touch
her mouth - it went right into her throat, and the feeling as she
swallowed it was enough make me cum even harder the second time. With
each spurt, she would gently squeeze my balls as she sucked on my cock
and swallowed my sperm. Only when she felt my balls start to drop back
down again did she slide my now-softening penis out of her mouth and
start to breath again in great gasps. When she'd caught her breath
again, she took me back into her mouth, and softly licked and sucked my
penis clean again before moving down to lick my balls clean, too. After
she raised up, I gently pulled on her shoulders, and when she turned
back up to me, softly kissed her on the lips while holding her face in
my hands.

We laid there for a while, holding and caressing each other without
saying anything, as we watched more of the movie. Incredibly, toward the
end of the movie, we each started to become aroused again by what we
were seeing, and what we were doing to each other. Somehow, we were
again in sync with the movie, each doing to the other what the actors
were doing - me licking and sucking on her vaginal lips and clitoris,
her licking and sucking on my cock and balls. Almost before we knew it,
I was laying on my back while Lucy positioned herself over me, ready to
lower herself onto my erect penis as I squeezed her breasts and nipples.
When she first lowered herself enough for my cock to contact her vaginal
lips, I could feel how hot and wet she was inside: her lubrication
readily slid off her vaginal lips and onto the head of my erection. She
pivoted her hips forward a bit while she slid my penis back, spreading
her inner lips; because I was still wet with her saliva, she was able to
lower herself almost all the way on the first move, widening her eyes as
she did so. She raised herself up a bit, and then lowered herself the
rest of the way, so that my pubic bone was pressing against hers, and
trapping her clitoris where they met. She held herself that way for a
few moments, for which I was grateful - as hot and tight and wet as she
was inside, if she'd moved even a little in those few moments, I would
have immediately filled her with my cum.

As it was, I was just able to get control of myself before she started
moving - first raising and lowering herself small distances, slowly, and
quickly moving even more, so that she had nearly the entire length of me
sliding in and out of her as I continued to squeeze her breasts and pull
on her nipples. As she got more and more into the movements, she started
adding variations: wiggling her hips from side to side, pivoting her
pelvis front and back, making little circular motions, and so on. It
wasn't long, though, before she started to get tired. I stopped her, and
told her that I though it was my turn - she readily agreed, and raised
herself up enough to let my throbbing erection pop free. She looked at
me questioningly, as though to ask what position I'd like; I gestured
toward the TV where the couple was in 'doggie' position, saying "they've
done us pretty good so far!", she laughed a bit, and agreed before
getting onto her hands and knees as I moved around behind her.

When I was in position, I reached down and took hold of my erection,
rubbing the head of it between her fully-extended, drenched vaginal
lips. She responded by moaning, and telling me not to tease her - do it
now. I slid my cock back into position, and rapidly pushed it in as far
as I could - and got a happy moan in response. I slowly withdrew as she
tried to move back with me to keep me inside her for as long as
possible. When I had only the head of my again-throbbing cock inside
her, I rapidly pushed it back into her, making her gasp and moan almost
at the same time when my balls swung forward and bounced against her
erect clitoris. She almost shouted "Yes! Like that!"; and I readily did
what she wanted - almost pounding myself into her on the in stroke, and
slowly withdrawing almost completely on the out stroke. After a minute
or two of that, she started moaning "Oh, please - faster!" - and I
started hunching myself into her as fast as I could: I could feel myself
getting close to cumming, too. Several seconds later, I could feel her
vaginal walls tighten around my erection as she started to climax; the
combined sensations of her hot wet pussy and the tight, fluttering of it
as she started to climax were enough to trigger me, as well - I could
FEEL it as the first load of my cum moved down my penis and shot into
her hot cavern. She seemed to be able to feel it, too, and pressed
herself back against me, getting as much of me inside her as she could
while her vagina milked my spurting cock of its load. As our respective
spasms started to decrease, she began moving herself back and forth,
sliding my still-erect cock in her still-fluttering vagina - and forcing
some of our combined juices out around my penis, soaking my balls and
her mons. As my penis softened, I gently nudged her forward, until she
was laying on her stomach with me laying above her - my penis still
inside her - with my legs outside of hers and supporting myself on my
elbows over her back, keeping her warm and snuggling with her at the
same time as I kissed and nibbled her neck and shoulders. Finally,
though, my penis softened enough to pop free of her, allowing a dribble
of my semen to drip down her mons.

When that happened, she turned her head, and gave me a little kiss
before saying "You just keep surprising me in some very nice ways!
Thanks, I needed that!"; and giggled when I answered with "My pleasure
to be of service, Ma'am." in my best Western Movie Cowboy voice. We
stayed like that for a couple more minutes before she said "I'm feeling
a draft in places I haven't felt a draft in for a long time. Maybe we
aught to get up and clean up a bit before I go home?". I answered "You
certainly don't have to go home on my account; but I think you're
probably right about cleaning up a bit. Do you think you want to trust
me in the shower with you?". She replied "If you feel like I do right
now, I think I'd be perfectly safe with us in the shower together!", and
I had to laugh and admit she was right.

With that, we got up and went in to take a quick shower before she got
dressed again (putting on only her blouse and shorts) and went home
after giving me a fire-starting kiss and whispered 'thanks'.

For the next few days, Lucy was kept pretty busy at work, and Robyn was
keeping herself busy getting things ready for her friend Sandra's visit.
That meant that I had several days to work on my different projects -
and rest up from the previous couple of day's activities!

Finally, though, Thursday came around - and Lucy left work early so that
she and Robyn could go to the airport to get Sandra when she arrived. I
saw them as they were heading for the airport, and Lucy came over to
tell me that I could come over a while after they got back, so that she
could introduce me and Sandra. I said that I'd give them a couple hours,
and then stop by, and Lucy said that would be fine.

I happened to be looking outside when they got back from the airport,
and almost couldn't believe my eyes when I got my first look at Sandra:
fairly tall (nearly my height, I figured), slender (but not thin), with
long, graceful legs, and hair so blonde as to be almost white or gray -
she looked like a young, buxom Elke Sommers.

A couple of hours later, as promised, I went over to visit Lucy and
Roby, and get my introduction to Sandra. After Lucy had let me in
(telling me that Robyn and Sandra were in the bedroom, catching up on
gossip), she called them out so that Sandra could meet me.

As she came out, I could see that I was right about her height - she was
only a couple inches shorter than I was, with an incredibly clear and
smooth complexion, and somewhat larger breasts than Robyn had - while
Robyn's were roughly orange-sized, Sandra's were more grapefruit-ish. I
could also see that she'd gotten a good start on a tan, having a nice,
light-brown tone to her skin, that contrasted very well with her
brilliant blue-gray eyes. She was wearing a sleeveless blouse of some
lightweight material, so that it was (with a little of the right
lighting) possible to see that she wasn't wearing a bra, and a pair of
loose `hiking' shorts that barely came down past her crotch. With the
introductions done, she and Robyn obviously wanted to go back into the
bedroom and chatter some more, so Lucy told them they could leave us if
they wanted - she wanted to talk to me, anyway. Both girls looked both
relieved and interested at that, but quickly left me along with Lucy.

Lucy gestured that she wanted me to go ahead and sit down on the couch,
and when I did, she sat next to me, and leaned over, pulling my arm
around her so that my hand could cup her breast as she sat there. Once
we were arranged, she started talking to me in a soft, quiet voice (so
the kids wouldn't overhear us), telling me how much she enjoyed
`watching the movie' with me the other night, and how she wished that
she could come over and stay with me at night, so that she wouldn't feel
so alone in her bed again - that she'd forgotten what it felt like to
have someone close to her like that, and that I'd reawakened feelings of
desire that she'd kept hidden away for a long time.

I told her that I didn't have any problem with the idea of her coming
over and spending the night with me, or if she preferred, I could come
over and stay with her. She smiled at that, and said that she wished it
were possible, but that she didn't think that it would be appropriate to
do - particularly with Sandra there with them. I responded by pointing
out that Sandra wouldn't be there forever, and that it wasn't a one-time
offer: we could spend nights together when and if she felt comfortable
with it, no strings attached. I followed up by telling her that if she
wanted to come over to my place, all she had to do was to show up at the
door; if she wanted me to come over and stay with her, she had only to
say so. She nodded at that, and we just stayed there like that for
several more minutes, with me holding her breast in my hand and softly
pulling on the nipple with my fingers.

Our reverie was interrupted by the appearance of Sandra and Robyn,
coming in to ask if I was going to be staying for supper. Lucy laughed,
and said that I could if I wanted - they were just going to have hot
dogs and chips for supper, since she wasn't up for making anything more
complex. I laughed, and said that it sounded fine, to me, and said that
I'd go back over to my place and grab a few beers.

As I was talking, I could see Sandra looking at me in a very appraising
way - I figured that Robyn had already told her what the two of us had
gotten involved in, and what we'd done. Lucy said that sounded good to
her, and after a little wheedling and pleading from Robyn and Sandra,
agreed that they could have a beer, too, if I was willing to provide it.
I feigned doubt at the idea, just to see what the two girls would do -
and was pleasantly surprised when they each grabbed an arm and started
rubbing their bodies against me (making sure I could feel their breasts
on my arms) as they pleaded, in an effort to coax me into agreement.

When I finally agreed, they cheered, and ran back into the bedroom again
while Lucy just looked at me and laughed. I just shook my head, smiled
at her, and went back to my apartment long enough to collect a 6-pack of
beer - I figured a couple each for me and Lucy, and one each for Robyn
and Sandra.

By the time I got back, Lucy had started the hotdogs, and gratefully
accepted a beer from me - we each toasted the other before opening the
bottles. As the hotdogs were cooking, Lucy and I chatted a little about
our respective work - comparing the types of bosses we'd had,
complaining about office politics, and so on. By the time the hotdogs
were ready, we'd each finished our beer, so were ready for another when
Lucy called the girls in for supper. Rather than try to be `formal' by
eating hotdogs at a dinner table, we decided that it would be more
appropriate to just pile it all on paper plates and eat in the living
room. Lucy gestured me toward one chair while she took another next to
it, so that we shared a small table to hold our beer, while the girls
sat on the couch facing us.

As we were eating and chatting, I could see that Robyn was getting
something of an impish expression on her face, and noticed that she
started `flashing' her crotch at me, and moving so that her shirt pulled
tight against her breasts between the times she leaned over and
whispered in Sandra's ear (and making Sandra either giggle or gasp in
surprise each time). Before long, Sandra was starting to follow Robyn's
lead - she'd changed from sitting with her feet on the floor to sitting
cross-legged on the couch, facing me more than Lucy, so that her crotch
was plainly visible from where I sat - and revealing a pair of pale blue
panties in the process.

As she drank more and more of her beer, she got more and more bold, too
- letting the condensation on the beer bottle drip onto her blouse,
making it nearly transparent so as to reveal her nipples (and the
coldness of it making them erect). It wasn't long before Lucy noticed
what had happened to Sandra's blouse, and when she looked at me, I
simply took a swallow of my beer and gestured with the bottle,
indicating that I thought perhaps it was the beer having its effect on
Sandra. She smiled a little at that, but it was clear that she wasn't
particularly impressed with Sandra's actions.

When we'd finished eating, Lucy told Sandra and Robyn to dispose of the
trash, and told them they could go to the pool when they asked for
permission. When they'd gone back into the bedroom, Lucy asked me what I
thought was going on with Sandra. I told her I just figured that it was
a slightly-drunk 15-year old girl trying to vamp an older man to see
what kind of effect she could have. Lucy said that she didn't think she
liked that idea, and I told her that I doubted that there existed any
mid-teen girl who hadn't done something similar at some point - she
smiled a bit and admitted that she'd done it a time or two, herself.

About that time, Robyn and Sandra came out from the bedroom in their
swimsuits - Robyn in the bikini I'd seen her in before, and Sandra in
what had to be the sexiest swimsuit I'd ever had the pleasure of seeing
- and doing a damn fine job of filling it out in the appropriate places:
it tied behind her neck, came down the front to cover her breasts before
continuing down between her legs and up over her buttocks, tying again
in the front around her waist. I don't know what material it was made
of, but it seemed to become a part of her skin, the way it followed her
delicious curves. It was also apparent that this was her normal swimsuit
- there weren't any tan lines visible on her anywhere (and I did look
for them - very carefully, and with great attention to detail!). I
somehow managed to keep my eyeballs from falling out onto the floor
while Robyn and Sandra got their instructions from Lucy before heading
for the pool.

When they'd left, Lucy looked at me, and all I could do was shake my
head, and make "tsk, tsk, tsk... " sounds.

When she asked me what the problem was, I told her "I really don't
remember the girls looking like that when I was that age - either
they've made improvements in girls since then, or I was too stupid to
notice!" - which made Lucy laugh, and say that she figured the girls had
improved.

She followed that up by saying that it seemed we were all alone - could
I think of anything for us to do to pass the time? I got a solemn look
on my face, and said that I really couldn't think of anything right off
hand - perhaps she had something in mind? With that, she pulled off her
blouse, and said "Well, does this give you any ideas?" I kept the solemn
look on my face, and said "Well, not really - perhaps if you were to
come over here and let me have a closer look at the problem, I could
figure something out?" She laughed (making for a nice jiggling motion on
her chest), and came over to the chair I was sitting in, placing herself
in my lap, facing me.

With those marvelous breasts so close, I couldn't keep my face straight
any more, and started laughing out loud - and Lucy quickly joined me; at
least, until I leaned forward a bit and started sucking on her nipples
as I squeezed her breasts and caressed her sides. The combined
sensations of her crotch rubbing against my penis and playing with those
delightful tits of hers soon had me nearly fully erect - which seemed to
stimulate Lucy even more. Before long, she was moaning into the top of
my head as I softly sucked and bit first one nipple, then the other.

After a couple of minutes of that, she pulled back from me, and started
unbuttoning my shirt; and when she'd gotten it off, stood up in front of
me, and pulled me to my feet. When I was standing, she quickly took off
her own pants and panties, and then squatted down to take my nearly
erect cock into her mouth while using one hand to caress and hold my
balls while the other squeezed my buttocks. In only a few moments, she
had me fully erect, and my penis thoroughly coated with her saliva; then
she stood up again, and gently pushed me back into the chair before
climbing up onto it so that she had one foot on either side of my hips.
Never one to let an opportunity to pass me by, I reached up and grasped
her buttocks, pulling her muff toward my face so that I could start
licking her extending vaginal lips and clitoris. In only a few seconds,
I had her wet enough that her vaginal juices were starting to flow down
the insides of her thighs, and her vaginal lips were fully extended and
open, waiting for something to penetrate them.

When I paused to catch my breath, she pulled back from me again, and
quickly squatted down, taking my penis into her hand and positioning it
so that she could lower herself onto it in one smooth, steady motion.
Once she'd lowered herself all the way, she paused for a few seconds,
giving me the opportunity to lean forward and start kissing her
shoulders and neck while I squeezed her breasts and pulled and pinched
her nipples. She finally started moving again, making it difficult for
me to continue kissing her, but I was able to keep my hands on her
breasts, cupping them and softly tweaking and squeezing her nipples as
she moved herself over me - first taking me all the way inside her, and
then raising herself up so that only the head of my penis was in her;
and sometimes even raising herself up even more so that the head of my
erect cock fluttered in and out the mouth of her vagina.

She was able to keep this up for several minutes before she started to
get tired; as I felt her start to slow down, I took her into my arms and
leaned forward, so that I could seat her on the couch, with me on my
knees in front of her. Once we were repositioned, she leaned back and
spread her legs even more, giving me free access to her vagina, which
still held my erect penis. I put my hands on the back of the couch to
steady myself, and started thrusting myself in and out of her. She moved
her hands up so that she was cupping her breasts, squeezing them and
pulling on her nipples as we both watched the way my erection seemed to
pull her vaginal lips into her when I entered her, and how they would
seem to cling to my cock when I withdrew. We both seemed to find the
sight of my erect penis glistening with her juices, and the sounds our
bodies made as we made love, arousing; before long, she was clasping at
my cock with her vagina as I nearly slammed into her on each inward
movement.

Finally, though, I couldn't stand it any longer, and pushed myself into
her as far as I could before jetting my first load of cum deep into her
hot, wet, tight tunnel. That seemed to be what she needed, too, and as I
was releasing my second wad, her climax started, milking my erection
with her vaginal muscles as she nearly screamed her pleasure. Only after
we'd caught our breath again was I able to lean forward and give her the
kind of kisses she deserved, and nuzzle her neck and shoulders. And it
was only when we started to feel cool from the air-conditioning did we
realize that the girls would be returning soon, and get up to quickly
put on our outer clothing.

We were both still slightly sweaty a few minutes later when the girls
came charging back into the apartment, full of the energy of youth.
Sandra didn't seem to notice anything, but I saw Robyn sniffing at the
air a bit, and the sly smile on her face when she realized what the
scent was. She quickly hustled Sandra into the bedroom, giving me and
Lucy a chance to make final adjustments to our clothing and compose
ourselves before they re-appeared, dressed.

I stayed and visited with them for a little longer, before claiming the
need to get up early the next morning. I caught Robyn giving me a
mischievous grin that widened when her mother said that she was feeling
a little tired, as well. With that, I bid them all good night, and went
home.

Early the next afternoon, Robyn stopped by to ask if I could join them
at the pool. I told her that I was a little busy and couldn't, but that
I appreciated her stopping by to ask. She seemed a bit disappointed, and
left.

A couple hours later, I heard a knock at my door, and when I answered,
found Robyn and Sandra standing there in their still-wet swimsuits.
Robyn informed me that she'd forgotten her key, and could I let them in
to rinse off in my bathroom? It sounded suspiciously familiar, but I
agreed, thinking that the presence of Sandra would keep things under
control. I was wrong.

No sooner had they come in and I'd closed the door than Robyn had
dropped her bikini top, and was in the process of taking off her bikini
bottoms; Sandra, with a somewhat hesitant look in her eyes, was
following suit, having undone the string at the front of her suit, and
being in the process of untying the one behind her neck. About the time
Robyn got her bikini bottoms free of her feet, Sandra had gotten the
string behind her neck undone, and simply let the suit drop to her feet
- leaving me standing there looking at two very sexy, very naked young
girls. Robyn, of course, I'd seen before - but Sandra was something else
entirely: as I'd thought, grapefruit-sized breasts (or perhaps a bit
smaller) standing firm on her chest, medium-sized areoles that were just
darker than her skin, smallish nipples, and a nicely-defined "V" of hair
the same shade as was on her head, rather short, but thick.

I quickly noted that Sandra didn't show any tan lines because she didn't
have any - her tan was uniform over her entire body: apparently, she
sunbathed nude regularly. With a giggle from Robyn, and a sudden look of
absolute serenity from Sandra, the two of them calmly walked in toward
the bathroom, giving me amply opportunity to enjoy the sight of two
young, very tight and nicely shaped asses in motion along the way -
leaving me standing there in near-total shock. After a couple of minutes
of hearing the shower running, I could hear Robyn calling out to me to
please bring them their suits, so they could rinse them out. I could see
what was coming, and quickly adjusted my erect cock before collecting
their suits and going into the bathroom - where I was met by the sight
of the two of them in the shower, washing each other off, and having fun
doing so.

Neither showed the slightest hesitation in turning toward me and giving
me a full view of their lithe young bodies as I handed them their suits.
Sandra spoke first, telling me that Robyn had told her about me, and how
much fun Robyn and I had had. Robyn then chimed in by telling me that
she knew her mother and I had "done it" the previous evening while the
two of them were at the pool. I said that we had (no point in denying
it), and Robyn replied by saying she was glad that I was able to make
her mother happy, and she hoped that I would be able to "make me and
someone else happy, too."

From the look of hesitant anticipation on Sandra's face, I could tell
that she was the `someone else'. Sandra came out and said that she
thought what Robyn and I had done sounded fun, and that she thought she
wanted to try it, too, but that she was afraid of getting hurt. Robyn
told her that it might hurt a little, but that I was very careful and
gentle, and that it wouldn't hurt much, and that the feelings she'd get
would be wonderful. Sandra still looked a bit dubious, but also more
interested. Robyn told her that I really was very careful and that I'd
been the one to take her cherry, and that she (Robyn) wouldn't be
jealous or anything - she just wanted Sandra to have fun like she did.
At that point, I interrupted by saying that something like that was
going to have to be Sandra's decision, and that I wasn't going to be
doing anything unless and until Sandra was really ready for it; so Robyn
should quit trying to push her into it, and let Sandra decide for
herself.

Robyn pouted a bit at that, and Sandra looked a little relieved; after a
few moments, Robyn said that even if Sandra wasn't ready yet, that
didn't mean that she couldn't at least find out what a man looked like,
and suggested that I join them in the shower. Sandra looked interested
and agreeable to this, so I decided to go ahead and join them - it isn't
often that one gets to have two lovely young females for shower toys!

As I was undressing, Robyn frankly watched me while Sandra feigned
disinterest - at least, until I started to take off my underwear. Once
naked, I quickly joined them in the shower, where Robyn didn't hesitate
to grab hold of my penis and start playing with it while I got myself
wet under the shower head. When I was about half-hard, Robyn let go of
me, and told Sandra to go ahead and try it - after a few moments of
hesitation, she did so; very delicately at first, but soon with more
confidence when she realized that she wasn't hurting me.

Once Sandra was more comfortable, Robyn started telling her some of the
things that she'd learned - that the testicles were sensitive to
pressure, how the area behind and under the head was very sensitive, and
so on. Then Robyn suggested to me that maybe I could start touching
Sandra, so that Sandra could find out what it felt like to have someone
else touch her. Sandra quickly looked up at me, and when I smiled at her
and raised an eyebrow in question, decided that it would be okay, and
nodded to me. I slowly reached out, and put my hands on her shoulders -
which surprised her, I think - and started giving her a mini-massage.
Only when she relaxed a little did I start moving my hands in larger
motions, so that I was eventually caressing her breasts and making her
nipples stand up like pale pink pebbles. I could see her breathing start
to quicken, and I gradually moved my hands down so that I was caressing
and squeezing one of her buttocks with one hand while the other made
slow, gentle explorations of her pubis.

When my hands left Sandra's breasts, they were replaced by Robyn's - I
could see the smile on her face as she stood behind Sandra and held her
breasts, cupping them and playing with the nipples.

As Sandra's breathing got even quicker, and she became more and more
engrossed in what she was doing with my now- erect penis, I started
slowly moving my hand farther and farther between her legs, until I was
finally able to start softly stroking her vaginal lips, and making
gentle rubbing motions against her clitoris. It wasn't long before she
moved to spread her legs a bit, so that I could reach her more easily. I
felt her tighten up a little the first time I moved my finger between
her vaginal lips and into the opening of her vagina, but when she
realized that I wasn't going to do more than that, she soon relaxed
again.

After only a couple of minutes, her pelvis started moving, and she
started making low moaning sounds in her throat as I tended to her
vagina and clitoris while she continued to stroke and caress my penis
and testicles. It wasn't much longer before her attention was completely
on what I was doing to her vagina, and more importantly, to her clitoris
- she completely forgot what she was doing with my penis, and simply
stood there, holding it as I focused more and more on her clitoris.

After only a couple more minutes, I could feel her tense up as her
climax started - she would have collapsed with the first spasm if it
hadn't been for the fact that she was leaning against me, and Robyn was
helping to hold her up by continuing to hold and caress her breasts.
Sandra's legs clamped around my hand, making it difficult for me to
continue to softly massage her clitoris as she climaxed, but I was able
to do so by making only small, gentle motions of one finger in time with
her contractions.

When her orgasm finally ended, and she realized where she was and what
had happened, she looked up at me in fear and confusion; I smiled at
her, and told her that I was glad that she'd enjoyed what I had done,
but that I wasn't going to do anything to her that she didn't want me
to. She seemed relieved at that, and blushed as she told me "thank you -
that felt wonderful; even better than when I do it!" before blushing
even harder. I laughed and Robyn told Sandra what I'd told her - that
anyone who said they didn't do that was lying. With that, Sandra smiled
and turned to kiss Robyn - a kiss that seemed to heat up considerably as
it progressed.

When it finally broke, both girls looked at each other in a way that
seemed to say that there was more to come. Robyn turned to me and said
that it wasn't fair that Sandra got to cum, but I didn't, so she was
going to "take care of" me - and with that, kneeled down in the shower,
and took my still-erect cock into her mouth as Sandra looked on in
surprise.

As Robyn started sucking on me, Sandra quickly got over her surprise,
and then got a rather thoughtful look on her face before kneeling down
behind Robyn. I could see it as Sandra reached around Robyn with one
hand to play with her breasts while the other moved farther south to
begin administering to Robyn's vagina and clitoris.

As Robyn got more and more excited, she got more and more enthusiastic
about sucking on my cock, and it wasn't long before she was taking
nearly the entire length of it into her mouth as she jerked her hips in
time with Sandra's actions. The feeling of Robyn's warm mouth around my
cock, and the sight of Sandra's naked body as she made love to Robyn was
enough to bring me to the very edge of shooting my load in no time; when
Robyn felt my balls tighten up, she pulled her head back so that only
about half my erect cock was in her mouth, and started using her tongue
to tickle the head of it - and in turn, causing me to shoot load after
load of my sperm into her eager mouth, where she swallowed every drop of
it. After the last wad of my jism had gone down, she released my penis
from her mouth, and turned slightly so that she could give Sandra a deep
kiss as her orgasm hit her - a kiss that they kept going for the entire
duration of Robyn's climax.

When the two of them stood up again, I could see flecks of my semen
around Sandra's lips, as well as Robyn's - and the sight was nearly
enough to bring me to full erection again, right on the spot. Instead,
though, I pulled the two of them next to me and hugged them, before
picking up the soap and starting to lather them up. The next several
minutes were loads of fun - having Sandra standing right next to me in
front, so that I could feel her downy soft bush against my semi-erect
cock, while Robyn did the same to me in the back is one of the memories
that I will cherish for a long time - particularly when Sandra started
rubbing herself against my cock, making me even harder, which made her
spread her legs enough to let my erection rub up against the outside of
her vagina and clitoris while she pressed her firm young breasts against
my chest.

Sadly, though, the fun had to end - primarily because the hot water
started to run out. We quickly abandoned the shower, and started drying
each other off - with Sandra again surprising me by taking the
opportunity to suck on my semi-erect cock for a few moments when she
knelt down to dry my legs off.

When we were again dry, and finally dressed (well, them in their
swimsuits - hardly "dressed"!), we all sat down in the living room, and
talked a little bit about different things. It turned out that Sandra
was much like Robyn, in that she was fairly intelligent, interested in a
lot of things, and surprisingly well-informed about a number of world
events.

When I asked her about it, she admitted that she did like to sunbathe
nude as often as she could. After she had answered that question, she
summoned the courage to tell me that she thought that she'd like to "try
some more stuff - you know?" I told her that there wasn't any hurry or
rush, and that I wasn't going to do anything to pressure her or hurry
her. I suggested to her that she think about it for a few days - and
admonished Robyn against interfering - and make her decision then; that
if she really thought that she wanted me to be her `first', I would be
honored to do so - but ONLY if she were quite sure about it. She said
that she would think about it some more; and I told her that I thought
maybe it would be a good chance for her and Robyn to catch up on any
gossip and such, and that I still had some work to do. They got the
hint, and said goodbye to me before leaving.

The next few days were spent making sure I was well ahead of schedule on
my work - and getting my strength back from everything that had happened
the last couple of days. Also, I wanted to make sure that Sandra had
plenty of time to decide what she wanted to do; though she was a little
more restrained than Robyn, I had the feeling that she wasn't going to
let Robyn talk her into anything, either. They did stop by a couple
times, but I was busy, and they had to content themselves with watching
me as I worked my way through some tricky code; it didn't take long for
it to get boring for them with me so focused on what I was doing.

Lucy came over a couple of times, and we did a fair share of kissing and
making out, but it didn't go any farther than that, by mutual consent.

Finally, though, Robyn and Sandra turned up at my door one afternoon,
again wearing only their almost non-existent swimsuits - not surprising,
considering the season and their love of the apartment complex's pool.

I'd gotten ahead on my work, and was waiting for some hardware engineers
to get their thumbs out, so had some free time to spare. I hadn't any
more than let them in than Robyn unfastened her suit, and let it drop to
the floor; Sandra quickly followed her example, without hesitation.
Having not had the pleasure of their company for several days, I
appreciated the views they gave me all the more - Robyn's dark
complexion emphasized by her dark hair and the blue-black shadow at the
junction of her thighs, her orange-sized breasts with their small, dark
areolas and nipples; Sandra with her all-over tan (now showing an ever-
so-faint fading where she had to wear her swimsuit), larger breasts with
medium-sized areolas just slightly darker than her skin, and her almost-
white head and pubic hair. Both had smooth, flawless skin, without a
blemish to be seen anywhere.

As I stood there, burning their images into my brain, Robyn chimed in
with "We know you've been busy, but we're hoping you might have some
time for us, today." - soon followed by Sandra's nod of assent.

I put a serious-thoughtful look on my face, and pretended to be doubtful
about it - but couldn't keep from laughing when both of them developed
worried looks on their faces. When I laughed, Robyn realized that I was
teasing, and gave me a dirty look; Sandra simply looked relieved.

I gestured toward the living room, and the they each took one of my
arms, hugging it to them as they guided me to the couch before releasing
me to turn me around, then sitting down next to me.

To my surprise, Sandra was the first to speak, telling me "I've been
thinking about what you said. You know, the other day, when we took the
shower together?"

I smiled at her, and said "Oh, yes, I remember!", with enthusiasm,
making her blush furiously.

"Well, I finally decided about that - about what you said. Robyn talked
to me about it - not too much, only when I asked her to - and told me
what it was like for her, and how nice and gentle and kind you were with
her. I believe her, too; even when we were in the shower, you were like
that with me. I mean, I'm sitting here next to you, naked, and while I'm
talking to you, you're looking into my eyes, and you're actually
listening to what I'm saying!!"

Here, Robyn chimed in with "Yeah, he's like that; you'll get used to it.
The deal is, he figures we're cute and sexy and all that, but more than
anything else, he respects people - at least, until they do something to
piss him off, then it's no more Mr. Nice Guy. You shoulda been here the
night he took my mom and me out to dinner!"

Sandra and I both looked at her in a way that made it clear we wanted
her to stay quiet and out of the conversation; she took it gracefully
enough, and sat back to listen as Sandra continued: "Like I said - I've
decided. And my decision is that I do want to, uh, do more with you. I
mean, I want you to be my first; I want you to be the one I give my
virginity to."

That set me back a bit - I really didn't think that she would just come
out and say it that way. That, and my mind racing at the idea of
spending time with the little vixen, left me speechless for several
seconds. It was only when I noticed the look of apprehension on her face
that I came back to reality to tell her "Sandra, if that's what you
want, then that's what will happen. I don't know that we have time to
actually do anything today" - Robyn checked the clock, and told us
"Probably shouldn't try it..." - "You said you've been talking to Robyn
about it, so I'm sure she can fill you in on the how and what and all
that.", I continued. She nodded, and I went on "You've still got a week
here, and I'm sure the right time and place and circumstances will come
to us before you have to leave. But we're not going to push it, for a
couple of reasons. First, and most important, is that if we're rushed,
you won't be as relaxed about it as you should be, and that might make
it more difficult or painful for you. Second, if we're not careful,
there's a chance that Lucy, or someone else, might find out about it,
and I could get into a lot of trouble about it; maybe even go to jail. I
don't think either of us wants anything like either of these things to
happen, so we'll just take it easy, and wait for the right chance,
okay?"

She readily agreed, then told me "Um, the last couple of days, Robyn and
I have been, uh, trying stuff out, sorta."

I looked at her, then Robyn, who told me "Remember when you said I
should find someone I really trusted to find out about boys and girls?
And I told you I thought I might know someone?". I nodded, and she went
on "Well, Sandra is the one I was thinking of. We've been finding out
what girls are like, sorta, and we both decided we like them. I still
like boys - men! - better, though; and Sandra wants to find out which
she likes, too."

With that, I told Sandra "That's fine. It's your decision if you want
Robyn to be there when it's 'that time', or not - you know that Robyn
and I already do things, and I'll understand either way you decide."

Sandra quickly told me "If we can, I think I'd like to have some time
with all three of us, so that I can watch some of what you and Robyn do,
so I know what might happen with me, okay?"

I, then Robyn, assured her that was fine, and she went on to say "Um, if
it's okay, I'd like to do some stuff tomorrow. What Robyn and I have
been doing feels really good, but I want to know what it's like when YOU
do stuff, too. I mean, this all sounds so fun and everything, and it
makes me so excited to think about it. See?", and leaning back to open
her legs, showing me how her inner lips were peeking through her fleece,
glistening slightly from her arousal.

I couldn't help but lick my lips, and then asked her "If you want, I
think we've got time for me to make you feel good."

Sandra perked up considerably at that, and looked at Robyn, who nodded
her head in approval, before saying "Well, if you're going to do Sandra,
then I get to do you, right?", with a mischievous grin on her face. I
barely had time to agree before Robyn had her hands on my belt,
unfastening it. I stopped her, reluctantly, and said "This would
probably be easier on all of us if we organized it a little bit. Sandra,
how about if you turn around a little bit, so that you're facing toward
me more; I'll get undressed, and get on my knees in front of you. Robyn,
you can sit on the floor, facing the same direction as Sandra. Okay?"

Both nodded, and I stood up, quickly shedding my pants and underwear -
Sandra's eyes widened at the sight of my semi-erect penis waving in the
air, Robyn's eyes just twinkled in anticipation.

I knelt down on the floor, and leaned forward to kiss Sandra gently on
the forehead, surprising her a bit. Then I kissed each of her eyes, then
her cheeks; only then did I touch my lips to hers, softly. She seemed to
welcome it, and my next kiss was more solid, and the one after that
harder still. She hesitantly put her arms around me, and when we kissed
again, I parted my lips a bit; she followed my example, letting me touch
my tongue to her lips. After a few seconds, she opened her mouth more,
letting it in to begin a slow, gentle duel with her own tongue; I could
feel her nipples start to harden as the kiss went on.

As I was kissing Sandra, Robyn was kissing me - but considerably further
down on my body: kissing and caressing my penis and testicles, applying
little lip-bites to them, and so on. It didn't take long before she had
me nearly completely erect, and concentrated her attentions on the end
of my penis.

When Sandra and I finally broke our kiss, I pulled back a bit to look
into her face - and saw a combination of desire, acceptance, and
nervousness. I smiled at her, and said "It's okay, Sandra. You're doing
fine. I'm not going to hurt you; all I want to do is to make you feel
good. If you don't like something, just tell me to stop, and I will.
Okay?"

She nodded, and visibly relaxed. At that, I lowered my head again, but
this time to her breasts, taking first one, then the other, into my
mouth to suck on them while I fluttered my tongue over her nipples. She
moaned slightly, and put her hands on my head to both hold, and guide,
me. As I did each breast, I held the other in my hand, savoring it's
weight and firmness as I repeatedly ran my thumb and fingers over her
nipple, bringing her areolas to erectness, too, forming small cones that
tapered down to her hard nipples. After a couple of minutes, I could
clearly smell her arousal, and decided to move on to my next objective.

As I moved back, so that I could get my head down between Sandra's
thighs, Robyn easily moved with me. She'd taken my erection in her
mouth, and was slowly sliding her lips up and down its length as she
used her tongue to caress the underside.

Once in position, I gently guided Sandra's thighs a little farther
apart, and lowered my head until I was face-to-face, as it were, with
her womanhood: she had slightly thicker labia than Robyn, but they
didn't protrude quite as much. Slightly parted, they glistened slightly
with her arousal, barely visible in her blonde thatch. Lowering myself a
little farther, I had the pleasure of finding out that her pubic hair,
though thicker than Robyn's, was short, and incredibly soft and silky.
Unlike the more common 'vee', It started at about her pubic bone, and
flowed almost straight down between her legs - forming a relatively
narrow strip that clouded, but didn't hide, her labia. Her scent was
delightful: sweet and musky, with the freshness that only young girls
have - truly, one of nature's best aromas.

She watched me as I finally kissed her, ever so softly and gently, on
her mons, then her labia, before easing my tongue out to trace a furrow
between her inner lips, bottom to top, where I found her clitoral hood
waiting for me. A few passes over it with my tongue, and she moaned
deeply before spreading her legs even further, and putting her hands on
her breasts so she could begin squeezing them, and pulling on her
nipples.

Her taste was so fresh, so delightful, that I simply couldn't resist
returning to sample more of it, pressing my tongue farther into her so
as to draw out as much of it as I could. When I did that, she moaned
again, and hunched herself slightly, inviting me to do it again - which
I gladly did, even as Robyn was increasing the suction that she applied
to my penis, pausing at times to run her tongue along the underside of
my glans, moving me along toward release.

To push my own climax back, I focused on trying to do two things at
once: sliding my tongue up and down and in and out of Sandra's vaginal
opening, and rubbing her clitoris with my upper lip, so as to stimulate
and arouse her even more. It seemed to be working, judging from the
gasps and moans she was emitting more and more frequently. At least, the
effort to stimulate Sandra was working; trying to fight off my own
climax wasn't going as well: Robyn could hear Sandra's noises, and that
only seemed to prod her into more and more intense activity on my
erection - something that I simply couldn't ignore or resist.

More than anything else, I wanted to bring Sandra to orgasm before I
unloaded into Robyn's eager - and talented - mouth; I gradually moved
the focus of my attentions from her vaginal opening to her clitoris, now
fully erect, with a proportional increase in the gasping and moaning
coming from Sandra. Finally, I had my mouth over her clitoris, pulling
on it's hood with my lips as I flicked my tongue back and forth across
it; perhaps only a minute or two later, I could feel it as she found her
release. Her entire body froze as the first of several surprisingly
strong spasms passed through her; all I could hear was a long, low,
guttural moan come out of her with each wave.

Even as I was applying the last few gentle nudges to Sandra's clitoris
as her orgasm ended, Robyn managed to find a rhythm and motion and
degree of suction that finally pushed me over the edge - as she felt my
balls tighten up, she pulled back slightly so that only about half my
penis was in her mouth, ready to receive the first of several long, hard
spurts of semen that jetted into her mouth and throat, swallowing them
as they arrived.

As she felt the tightening of my balls before each flood of cum, she
would suck on me, and rub her tongue under the head of my penis, making
it even more intense for me.

Finally, though, I simply didn't have any more to give her, and she slid
her lips off, allowing my rapidly-deflating penis to fall free. By the
time she did, Sandra had recovered enough to roll over on her side, so
she could watch what Robyn was doing. Robyn turned to look at her, a big
grin on her face and a small trickle of my semen in the corner of her
mouth; Sandra suddenly realized that nobody had taken care of HER.

With only a slight glance in my direction as I moved to sit down on the
floor, Sandra moved to the floor, as well. Sandra told her "I think it's
your turn now!", and Robyn smiled at her in agreement before turning
around to lay on the floor, her head on my lap. Sandra quickly moved
between Robyn's thighs, fastening her lips to Robyn's vaginal opening
and reaching up to take Robyn's breasts into her hands, massaging them
as she began her ministrations to Robyn's sex.

In only a few moments, I could hear Robyn's breathing quicken, and not
long after that, she began moaning and slowly hunching her pelvis into
Sandra's face. Watching as Sandra used an apparently enthusiastic and
skillful tongue to bring Robyn to climax was almost enough to get me
hard again - and if Robyn hadn't been so enthusiastic about making sure
I had a good climax, it probably would have been enough. Still, the
sight of Sandra's pale hair against Robyn's dark complexion, and the
view of Sandra's mouth soundly fastened to Robyn's crotch, was
phenomenal. In only a few minutes, Sandra had Robyn on the edge of an
orgasm - then spent a couple of minutes holding her there before finally
letting Robyn find her release.

As Robyn came down from her orgasm, Sandra moved up to lay next to her,
and over the next little while the two of them kissed as I caressed both
of them.

Finally, though, Robyn looked up at me, and said "As nice as that was, I
think we probably need to take a shower before Mom gets home, huh?"

I nodded in agreement and moved to get up; the two of them slid down a
bit so that I could stand up, then I reached down to help both of them
to their feet before they moved one to each side of me as we held each
other on our way to the bathroom.

After the shower, we dried off, and went back into the living room,
where the girls put on their swimsuits again, and the three of us sat
down and chatted. We were still there, me in a chair, Robyn and Sandra
on the couch, when there was a knock at the door. I went to open it, and
found Lucy standing there - she'd apparently decided to knock off from
work a bit early. I invited her in, and she came into the living room
with us; waiting until I'd sat down, she didn't hesitate to plant
herself on my lap as Robyn and Sandra watched. When she looked at them,
she found that both of them were smiling at her, perfectly comfortable
with the situation.

We chatted for a few seconds before Lucy spoke up, saying that she was
thirsty; Robyn asked if anyone else wanted anything, and when we all
did, heading into the kitchen, reappearing a few moments later with cold
cans of Coke for all of us.

I asked Lucy how her day had been, and she told me how her day at work
had gone. When she was done, Robyn and Sandra took turns telling her
what they'd done that day - just not everything they'd done.

When we'd all finished our drinks, Lucy told the girls that it was
getting close to supper, and that they should head home to change
clothes for dinner. When they groaned in mild complaint, she laughingly
told them that if that was their attitude, then they could start supper,
as well: hot dogs and macaroni and cheese, which seemed to cheer them up
a bit.

After they left, Lucy continued to sit on my lap for a few minutes,
letting me hold her as she ran her fingertips up and down my arm -
apparently deep in thought. Eventually, she 'came to', and got up,
heading for the door, with me not far behind her. She opened the door,
and when I moved in to give her a kiss, put her hand on my chest, saying
"Not right now. I've got something I need to get straight in my mind,
okay?" I nodded, and after a Significant Look, she left.

It was about 8:30 when I heard a knock at the door, and on opening it,
found Lucy standing there. I quickly invited her in, and we headed for
the living room, where we sat on opposite ends of the couch.

I just sat there, looking at her as she made a couple of starts before
finally saying "Okay, I know something happened here this afternoon.
What was it?"

"What do you mean? What makes you think something happened?", I asked,
fearing I knew the answer.

"What I mean is that I could smell it the second you opened the door -
the odor of hot-and-ready female. I damn well know it wasn't me, so it
must have been one of THEM. I don't know which one it was, but it's
pretty obvious that both of them must have been in on it."

When I didn't say anything for several seconds, she went on "Look, I'm
not pissed. Well, yes, I am, but not enough to make any trouble for you.
I spent the last couple of hours thinking about this, and what you've
done for me, and Robyn; and the things that we've talked about, and what
kind of person you've shown me you are. I even thought about the things
that I've said, and done, just to make sure I was being honest and
fair."

"The thing that pisses me off, though, is that something is going on
with Robyn, or Sandra, and I don't know what it is. You do, and I want
to know what it is.", she continued.

I looked at her for a few seconds, and finally said "First, I haven't
said anything to you about what - if anything - is happening with Robyn
because I'm trying to respect and honor the trust she shows me by
talking to me about the things she does - the same way I don't talk to
her about what happens between us, or what we talk about."

She had the decency to blush slightly as I continued "As for what
happened this afternoon was that Sandra experienced her first orgasm
from a boy; well, man. She FIRST proposed it a couple days ago, but I
told her that I wasn't going to do anything to her then, and to go away
and think about it first, VERY carefully. Apparently, she did, because
she came back today, ready to give it a try. I gave her several chances
to change her mind, and even tried to put it off again, but she didn't
want to. Rather than just jump on her and start banging away, I took the
easy way out and just used my mouth on her. It'll probably come back and
bite me on the ass, but that was the decision I made."

Lucy looked at me, only slightly mollified, and asked "So what was Robyn
doing here, then? What was her part in it?"

I sighed, and asked "DO you really want to know?" - cluing her in that
the answer might not be to her liking.

She thought about it for a few moments, and finally said "Yes, I do. I
don't think I'm going to like it, but I think I have to - she's my
daughter dammit!"

I watched her for a few seconds, and saw the determination on her face,
before I finally told her "Robyn was here to provide support and
reassurance for Sandra. The two of them have been 'experimenting' with
each other, and Sandra wanted her there."

"And?"

I sighed, and said "And when I was done with Sandra, she pretty much
repeated what I'd done to her, to Robyn, with pretty much the same
results."

Lucy lost all expression on her face as she thought that one through.
After a bit, she looked at me again, and asked "So you were alone with
two naked, teenage girls, and didn't hump either one of them? Am I
supposed to believe that?"

"No, I didn't hump either one of them. It's true, so whether you believe
it or not is irrelevant.", I replied.

She looked at me closely, and finally decided that I was telling her the
truth. A moment later she asked "And if Sandra, or Robyn, wants more?
What then?"

"I'll decide when the time comes. Remember, I'm not trying to hustle
either of them into bed - Robyn is your daughter, and I like you, a lot.
I know they're both young girls - maturing quickly, I think, but still
young, and I don't need that kind of legal trouble, either. Like I said,
I'm not the one pushing for anything to happen; they are."

She caught what I'd said, and quickly responded "You said 'they'. I take
it that means that Robyn has been after you, too?"

"Yes. She's made it more than clear that she wants me to have sex, or
make love, with her." Okay, I was splitting hairs by leaving out the
fact that we already HAD made love. I didn't want to hit Lucy with all
of this all at once.

Lucy sighed, and said "So what happens now?"

"I can see only 3 possible outcomes. First, I try to keep putting them
off. I think you know as well as I do how well that will work. Second, I
verbally chase them away. If I do that, I figure one of two things will
happen: either they'll get mad and tell someone what did happen, and
perhaps even accuse me of more; or they'll decide that they're going to
get what they want, and find someone else to go to."

"You said 3 possibilities, and you've only mentioned two. What's the
third?"

I looked surprised, and said "I thought that was obvious: let it
continue the way it has - I keep giving them chances to back out and go
somewhere else, while trying to slow things down as much as I can."

"There's a fourth choice, you know.", she told me.

"What's that?", I asked.

"*I go to the law and make the complaint."

"You told me earlier that you weren't pissed enough to make any trouble
for me, so I didn't include that one.", I replied. "If you're that
pissed after all, then yes, it's another choice."

She made a face at me, and said "I think you're right about trying to
put it off - it'll only make them that more determined, until they get
tired of waiting, then they'll likely get mad and do something they'll
regret later. Trying to push them away will only land you in jail
faster."

She thought some more, and finally said "I know, I think, what kind of
guy you are. I know that you're not the one instigating this, and I know
that you're not pushing it - hell, I damn near had to throw myself at
you before you'd do ME, so I know you're not going to risk jail for a
couple of teenyboppers. I know you're kind, and gentle and patient, so I
guess the only thing to do is to trust that you'll be even more
considerate of them, and let it happen. It gripes the hell out of me,
but I like you, too, and don't want to see anything happen to you.
Dammit, I just wish to hell I'd seen what was happening!"

I didn't think she was in any mood to be held, so I just took her hand
in mine and asked "When you were that age, did you have any secrets from
YOUR folks?"

"Damn right I did!"

"They ever find out?"

Seeing where I was going, she reluctantly admitted "No, they never did,
really."

I let her sit there, getting used to the idea, until she looked at me
again, and asked "You know what's going to be the bitch about this,
don't you?"

"What?"

"Wondering what you're going to do, and wondering if I'll know when it
happens. I damn well know that YOU'LL never tell me!", she said,
grumpily.

I smiled, and told her "From what I've seen of Sandra, I suspect that
she'll tell you - not in words, but from her behavior. If it happens
with Robyn," - "When it happens, I think!", Lucy declared - "I don't
know. She might tell you in words, you might be able to guess from the
way she acts, or you might make yourself crazy wondering if or when it
happens or happened at all."

She gave me a rueful smile, and said "I think you're probably right
about Robyn, and me. I know Sandra only enough to realize that I don't
know her - I would never have thought she'd do anything like this."

That settled, she glanced at her watch, and said "Oh, hell. I'd better
get back to make sure they go to bed on time.", followed a moment later
with "Well, I guess that explains the moans I heard the last couple of
nights - I thought maybe Sandra was having a bad dream, but now I know
better, I guess. At least now I know what's going on, so I won't barge
in on them to comfort whichever one was having a nightmare."

Then, a few seconds later, she glanced at me, blushed slightly, and said
"Actually, it kinda makes me hot, knowing what they're doing - even if
it IS my daughter involved. That Sandra is the cutest thing I've ever
seen; I wish I'D looked like that at her age!" With that admission, she
blushed again, and quickly found her way to the door, and went home.

The next morning, Friday, I finally got a call from my client, letting
me know that their engineers had finally settled on something, and
informing me that they would be emailing me the changes. Since my
contracts were for a fixed price on the software, I always made sure to
include a penalty clause in it so the client would have motivation not
to leave me hanging while they got their act together in situations like
this.

A few minutes later, my email client beeped, announcing that the new
specifications had arrived as promised. I looked them over, and saw that
some of the design parameters had changed - pretty normal for this
client, I thought, knowing that another clause of the contract specified
an additional charge when the specs changed. I let them know that I'd
received the changes, and reminded them of the additional charge they'd
incurred. Their reply accepted the additional charges, and I went to
work. Fortunately, I knew enough about what they were doing to
anticipate the change, and had written my code accordingly. It wasn't
going to be easy making the necessary changes, but it sure wasn't going
to be the hassle it could have been, either.

I hadn't any more than gotten myself organized when the doorbell rang;
when I answered, I found Sandra and Robyn on the doorstep. I invited
them in, and showed them the email that I'd received before explaining
to them that I was going to be pretty busy for the next couple of days.
Both looked disappointed, but with the evidence of the email, they
accepted the necessity fairly well. Still, I made time for them, and we
sat in the living room for a few minutes, talking, as we had something
to drink - coffee for me, Kool Aid for them. When they'd finished their
drinks, both gave me a kiss and hug before heading for the pool so that
I could get to work. And I did work, over the entire weekend, making the
changes needed to get my client back on track for their project. Another
clause in my contract called for a bonus if my software was finished
ahead of their development schedule, so I was quite willing to work over
the weekend.

That's not to say that I didn't have some 'time off' - Lucy invited me
over for supper on Saturday evening, and the four of us enjoyed a nice
meal of sub sandwiches and chips while we watched a couple of movies on
their VCR. For the first one, Lucy let Robyn and Sandra sit next to me
on the couch while she pretended not to notice the occasional bit of
touching and groping. For the second movie, she insisted on her right to
be with me, too, and the two of us lay on the couch, me behind her,
while covered with a sheet ("to block off some of the draft from the air
conditioner" was her excuse - one the girls saw right through). During
the second movie, Lucy and I had a tough time following the plot, since
we were engaged in some mutual molestation which the girls wisely didn't
comment on, even though they clearly knew what we were doing. In fact,
they even did a little molesting, themselves. I know Lucy saw some of it
because I could feel her nipple get even harder in my hand when they did
it; and she would press herself back against my erection.

When the second movie ended, Lucy had Robyn and Sandra rewind the movies
and generally clear up our supper dishes as she and I got ourselves
'back together' - her, to fasten her clothing, me, to let my erection
subside.

The girls, of course, suspected the reason, and had the courtesy to take
their time about getting things done; something that I, at least,
appreciated: despite the end of her groping, my nearness to Lucy slowed
down the process of letting my penis deflate to something less
noticeable.

Finally, though, it was down to a manageable size, and Lucy got up,
saying "You two can have a bowl of ice cream, then it's time for bed."

They accepted her pronouncement well, and when they left the room, Lucy
whispered to me "If you don't mind, I'll be over after they go to bed.",
to which I replied "Mind? Hell, no!", earning me a grin, and gentle
nudge in the ribs, from her.

With that, I told the girls 'goodnight', and made my way back to my own
apartment; a half hour later, there was a soft knock at the door, which
I knew to be Lucy. I opened the door for her, and after she came in, we
hugged and kissed before heading into the living room.

Once seated on the couch - her tucking into my side, my arm around her -
she told me "I saw those two. You know, touching. All evening. When they
were sitting with you - and don't think I didn't see you touching back,
either, Mister! - and when they were on the floor. I hate to admit it,
but it made me kinda horny, you know?"

"Why do you hate to admit it?", I asked.

She looked up at me, surprised, and said "Huh? What do you mean?"

"You just said you hated to admit that it made you kinda horny. Why do
you hate admitting it?", I replied.

She thought about it a moment, and told me "Well, for starters, it was
two girls. YOUNG girls. And one of them, in case you forgot, is my
daughter."

"So? When we watched that video that night, you admitted that girl-girl
sex was kind of a turn-on for you, so that reason won't wash.

They're young? So what? Neither one of them seemed particularly nervous
about it, other than worrying that you might see them and say something;
they're friends, they like each other, and neither one seemed to be
doing anything to force the other. Which makes it consensual - as in,
BOTH of them were willing participants. Again, by your own admission,
they're fairly mature; and you know that they've already been with each
other, so that's no excuse, either. One of them is your daughter? Again,
so what? One of them wasn't - and as the old saying goes, "It takes two
to Tango". Just a couple days ago, you told me that you wished you
looked like Sandra at her age; clearly, you think she's attractive. I'll
bet that you'd admit that Robyn isn't anything close to ugly, either -
and the next step past that is to admit that she's pretty, too. So the
only thing that you could hate about admitting that watching them turned
you on was the underlying idea that you found them - BOTH of them -
sexually attractive, in a way; and particularly attractive with each
other."

That earned me a nervous look, and a slight blush, which prompted me to
ask "Okay, it's true, then. So what happened to YOU that makes this such
an issue with you?"

She started, and looked up at me asking "How the hell could you know
something happened to me?", nervously.

I smiled, and said "Remember, I'm in business for myself: I have to be
able to read and understand people, at least a little, if I have any
hope or plan of getting their business. I'm a computer programmer -
which implies a certain fluency in basic logic: what fits, what doesn't,
and why. Something you said here, something there, how you respond to
certain situations; it's all parts of a puzzle - all I did was put the
pieces together the way they seemed to fit, and read the answer."

Slightly amazed, she asked "And what other answer did solving the puzzle
tell you?"

"That whatever happened to you probably happened when you were about
that age. That whatever it was, it didn't particularly damage you in any
way, and that whatever it was, you don't feel like you ever really
finished it."

She got a look of absolute amazement on her face, so I continued by
telling her "I 'know' the approximate age because of the way you're
reacting to THEIR ages. It didn't hurt you any because you didn't go off
the deep end the other day when I told you what they'd been up to; nor
did you go off on me when they were here that afternoon. I don't think
you finished what you were involved in because you seem willing to let
them continue - something you didn't get to do. So, do you want to tell
me about it?"

She looked down, and said "You're right. About all of it. I was actually
only 14 - halfway between their ages! My best friend and I were both
boy-crazy, but neither one of us had the slightest idea of what was
going on, or what to do about it. After a LOT of late-night talk during
sleepovers, we finally decided that the best idea was to 'practice' -
kissing, mostly, since that was the first thing that interested us. It
started off innocent enough, but after a couple of weeks, we realized
that in most of the 'grown up' movies we saw, the boy would put his hand
on the girl, on her breast, and that they would open their mouths. So
that was what we finally did - open our mouths. It was only a little at
first, and we didn't touch tongues or anything - at least, not until we
added the touching each other part. We did it like they did in the
movies: first we'd start kissing, then we'd each put a hand on the
other's breast. I liked it, it felt good; and I'm positive that my
friend, Patricia, liked it, too. Both of us were nervous as hell about
it, but we damned well weren't going to stop. We were so gentle with
each other, and it felt so good, that it didn't take long before we DID
start touching tongues. It was accidental, I think, the first time; but
when it happened, it felt like a jolt of electricity ran through me -
right to my nipples and between my legs. I think Patty felt the same
thing, since we pulled back a little bit when it happened, but SHE was
the one that leaned back in toward me to kiss me again. Make no mistake
though - she sure as hell didn't have to force me; I was more than
willing to have it happen again!"

She went on, saying "I think I was the first one to do more than just
hold my hand on her breast; my own nipples were literally aching, and
couldn't stop myself from using my thumb to see if Patty's were as hard
as mine felt. They were, and she didn't hesitate to rub my nipple, back.
From there, it wasn't long before we were French kissing like nobody's
business, and playing with each other's tits to no end. As we did it
more and more, I kept getting more and more excited, and could feel that
between my legs, I was getting wetter and wetter, and I just couldn't
get enough pressure where my 'button' was. Again, I figured Patty might
be having the same problem, and as I was sliding my hand down her front
so that I could touch her between her legs, we were interrupted."

"What happened?"

"It was my mom, knocking on the door to see if we wanted a snack or
anything. Scared the hell out of both of us, and embarrassed us both to
no end. It took me a minute to get over it, and tell Mom that yeah, we
would like something to eat and drink. Both of us kind of shied away
from each other, and put on our housecoats to go down to the kitchen
where Mom had some pie and milk for us. The whole time we were eating,
we kept looking at each other, then looking away, like we were afraid of
each other. By the time we got back to my room, it was like we were two
strangers; when we went to bed, both of us moved to the edge of the bed,
so that we weren't touching - usually, we'd lay right NEXT to each
other, and even hold hands. The next morning, instead of getting dressed
together, like we normally did, Patty took her clothes into the
bathroom, and got dressed there. After that, we kind of avoided each
other for the next few days. Those few days turned into weeks, then
months", she finished, crying slightly at the memory.

I tilted her head up to look at me, and told her "I don't see that you
did anything wrong. What you and Patty had was a lot like what Robyn and
Sandra have. The only difference is that they've been able to follow
through on what they started, and they don't seem ashamed or embarrassed
by it. What happened to you was bad luck, pure and simple. From the
sound of it, I'd guess that you and Patty would have found out that you
liked girls just fine - but that it wouldn't have stopped either one of
you from enjoying boys, too; at least, if what you've done with me is
any indication."

She smiled at that, and I went on "I don't think there's anything wrong
with you for getting turned on by watching Sandra and Robyn play. Both
of them are more than passably attractive, both because of their youth,
and their natural good looks. If you wanted to drag one or the other of
them into bed with you to finish what you started with Patty, I wouldn't
like it much - but ONLY if you forced them in some way. If one or the
other WANTED to, then I'd say 'go for it, and have fun'. So there's no
reason for you to 'hate to admit' that you find the sight, or idea, of
them together turning you on."

She looked up at me again, and said "You just said 'one or the other of
them' - you mean even if I wanted to have sex with my own daughter, you
wouldn't be disgusted?", wonderingly.

"Nope - as long as she was old enough to make the choice for herself, of
her own free will. If the two parties are both interested, and there's
no chance of pregnancy or disease, then I'm fine with it - as far as I'm
concerned, it's just two people making each other happy, and feel good,
and act of LOVE, to some degree. Beyond that, it's none of my business;
I've got my hands full being in charge of ME", that last part earning me
a smile.

She got another thoughtful look on her face for a few seconds, then
looked up at me, saying "Well, that's enough of that. I didn't come over
here to have you solve all my problems, just one."

"And what would that be?"

As she told me "I have this itch that I was hoping you could scratch",
she got up off the couch, and started to undress, telling me "You see,
it's in a spot that I can't quite reach by myself; but I know that you
have just the right 'tool' to take care of it.", making a pun of her
desire and intentions as she let her panties drop to the floor.

I stood up, too, and in my best Southern Drawl, told her "Well, Ma'am,
I'd be right happy to scratch your itch, if'n that's what you want." -
"Oh, it is!", she teased. - "But I'm a-feared it might git kinda messy,
if'n you know what I mean."

"Oh, that's fine - All I care about is this darn itch", she replied as
she used her hand to rub the outside of her vagina, and her clitoris, as
the other teased one of her nipples to erection.

By this time, I'd gotten naked, too, and told her "Well, Ma'am, I'd be
plum happy to help you out, but it looks like my itch scratchin' tool is
kinda out of commission at the moment."

She smiled, and as she dropped to her knees, told me "Well, Stranger, I
think I might be able to help you out with that little problem" before
taking the end of my semi-erect penis into her mouth and softly sucking
on it.

As I started to get harder, she was able to begin sliding her lips up
and down the length of me - and starting a slight swaying motion in her
breasts that I found both interesting and highly erotic, which only
served to make her ministrations that much more effective.

When I was fully hard, and glistening with her saliva, she released me
from her lips, and lay back on the floor, spreading her legs to show me
how wet and ready she was before saying "I don't need anything more, or
anything fancy - I just need this damn ITCH taken care of!"

I dropped to my knees, then, and moved to position myself between her
legs before leaning forward to support myself on my hands and arms. Once
I was in position, she reached down between us and took my manhood in
her fingers, guiding it to her opening. Without another word, I pressed
forward, and both of us watched as my entire length slid into her in a
single, slow, continuous movement, ending only when our pubic hair was
merged.

That done, we looked into each other's eyes as I withdrew from her
slowly, savoring the feel of her warm insides as they slid along my
length. When only the head was still inside her, I paused for a moment
before pushing myself back into her as she raised her pelvis in welcome.

Over the next several minutes, I slowly increased the speed that I moved
in and out of her; and with her vocal encouragement, increased the force
of my motions, as well. She raised her knees until they were nearly
touching her breasts, which tilted her pelvis up, and spread her legs
even further, giving me maximum freedom to move, and maximum penetration
into her. She was hot and tight and wet enough that it didn't take long
before I began to feel a faint stirring in my balls - but I knew that as
aroused as she was, she still wasn't close to having an orgasm. Not
wanting to disappoint her, I lowered myself onto my elbows, which put my
mouth near her ear - and I began to talk to her about something I KNEW
would get her going:

"Think about it Lucy - even while we're here, making love, Sandra and
Robyn are probably doing the same thing in their room."

"Just imagine, Lucy - Robyn is laying back on the bed, and Sandra is
between her legs, licking and sucking on her, and playing with her
breasts, just like I did to you before."

"Lucy, maybe they're in a '69' now. Just think: Sandra is laying there
on her back, with Robyn over her, both of them with their heads buried
between the other's thighs, licking and kissing and getting juices all
over their faces."

"You can see what they look like, Lucy - both of them young and smooth;
their firm breasts, their soft mounds, their hard nipples as they touch
and kiss each other."

Even as we were making love, I gave Lucy a verbal description of what
might be happening between Robyn and Sandra, and how they looked; and
with each description, I could feel her responding underneath me,
becoming more and more excited, and wetter and wetter, so that the scent
of her arousal filled the room, and the liquid sound of our lovemaking
became louder and louder. It was as she was getting closer and closer to
orgasm, and I was describing to her what they must smell like as they
made love, that I finally felt the start of my climax; the first splash
of my semen into her womanhood was enough to push Lucy into her own
powerful orgasm. An orgasm powerful enough that she wrapped her legs
around me to hold me in place as she bit the side of my neck to muffle
her screams of release. While spasm after spasm passed through her, her
vagina tightened down on me even more, enough so that I didn't dare try
to move in her - but that was okay, since the sensation of her internal
muscles clasping at me was more than enough to make sure that she got
every drop of semen that I had to give.

Even as my penis began to soften, she was still having fluttering
aftershocks of release; I continued to hold her there, covering her body
with my own, until she finally unlocked her ankles and let her feet rest
on the floor while she held me close, gasping.

Only when she'd caught her breath did she release me enough so that I
could raise up enough to look down into her face, still flushed from our
lovemaking.

Looking deep into my eyes, she told me "You really pushed some buttons
there, fella."

I smiled, and answered "Well, it seemed like a good idea, at the time. I
was getting close, and I didn't want to leave you behind, so I just did
something that I figured would help you catch up."

"Oh, I caught up, all right! That was the best orgasm I've had in, oh,
FOREVER."

"Glad I was able to help you get that itch taken care of, then.", I
teased.

She laughed a bit, and said "It's taken care of, all right. For about
the next month, I think!"

I put a mock frown on my face, and said "Yeah, that's the problem with
being so good at what you do - repeat business goes to hell!", in an
aggrieved tone.

She laughed at the teasing, and answered "No need to fish for
compliments. You did good, and you damn well know it, if those are my
teeth marks I see on your neck. You're probably going to have a bruise
there tomorrow morning."

"A price I willingly pay, if that's what it takes to make you happy.", I
teased back, before lowering myself to rest against, but not on, her
again. She put her arms around me, and as she gave me a number of soft
kisses where she'd bitten me, we both savored the sensation of my penis
still inside her until it finally shrank enough to pull free of her.
When that happened, she gently nudged me up again, telling me "If you'll
get off of me, I can keep from staining your carpet" as she pressed a
hand against her opening, holding our combined juices inside.

I eased my way off of her, and stood up before reaching down to offer
her a hand up, saying "I'm not worried about it, but if it would make
you feel better, then that's what we'll do. Want to join me in a quick
shower?"

When she was standing again, hand cupping her crotch, she smiled at me,
and said "Yeah, it would make me feel better. Uh, how about you give me
a couple minutes, and join ME in the shower?"

I agreed, and told her that when she was ready, I'd be there with balls
- er, bells - on. She laughed at the joke, and said to bring along
something to drink - she felt 'like I've lost a couple quarts of
something'.

I agreed, and as she headed off toward the bathroom, delayed her long
enough to give her a kiss and a small pat on the butt before heading
into the kitchen to get us some drinks - LARGE bottles of water would be
needed, I figured. Sure enough, a couple minutes later, I heard her call
my name, and I headed into the bathroom where we shared a quick, but
fun, shower, where she was able to take a closer look at the damage
she'd done to my neck - and then apologize for it, telling me that the
teeth marks were plain as day, and that it was already starting to
bruise. I had to reassure her several more times before she finally quit
saying she was sorry.

When we'd dried off, we made our way back to the living room, and
snuggled on the couch until Lucy started to fall asleep. She quickly
woke herself up, and told me "I'd better get home, so I'll be there when
the girls wake up."

I reluctantly agreed, and watched as she got up, then put her blouse and
shorts on, minus her bra and panties. When she was done, I stood up,
too, and gave her a kiss and a hug - both of which she returned
enthusiastically - before walking her to the door. After she'd left, I
found my way to the bedroom, and fell asleep.

Late the next afternoon, Sunday, she stopped by to let me know what had
happened after she left my apartment:

"I didn't any more than get the front door open, than I could hear the
two of them in the bedroom - I mean, it sounded like they were having as
good a time as I just did, only with each other! But I was careful not
to make any noise, or anything, because I didn't want to disturb them;
besides, how was I going to tell them I'd just had the orgasm of my life
if they asked where I'd been? Anyway, I went ahead and went to bed;
those two little devils kept at it for a while longer, until they both
got worn out from the fun they were having. Geez, I envy the energy they
have!"

The next morning, I started to wake them up like I usually do - but when
I got the door to Robyn's room open, the smell of their activities was
thick enough to cut with a knife. I also found them both naked, and
tangled up together on the bed: Robyn's head was laying on the inside of
Sandra's thigh, and Sandra was curled around so that her hand was
holding Robyn's breast. It was all I could do not to go in there and
crawl between them. Anyway, so I didn't let them know that I knew what
was going on, I closed the door, then knocked on it so they'd think I
hadn't seen them. Sandra was the one to answer, and told me they'd be
out in a minute - you never heard such commotion in your life while the
two of them rushed around trying to clean up the evidence of what they'd
been doing! I heard it as both of them cleaned up a little in the
bathroom before they came out to join me for breakfast. We sat there and
chatted a little as we ate, until I finally asked them which one had the
nightmare last night. Both of them looked puzzled, and I told them that
I'd woken up to hear moaning, and figured that one of them had a bad
dream - and, boy, did they blush! I pretended not to notice it, of
course, but it was still fun watching them. I don't care if they keep
going, or not - I just want them to be a little more discreet, and
quiet, about what they do."

I laughed at her description, and at what she'd said and done to make
her point. I also had to tell her yet again that the now-obvious bruise
and tooth marks on my neck weren't anything to worry about, after she
saw the green-and-purple blotch on me.

Monday morning, I emailed the corrections and updates I'd made to the
code for my client, and got confirmation from them that they'd received
it intact. That out of the way, I was sitting in the living room,
enjoying a leisurely cup of coffee when the doorbell rang, and when I
went to see who it was, my suspicions were confirmed when I saw Sandra
and Robyn standing there - though dressed in halter tops and shorts, for
a change. I invited them in, and we were chatting in the living room
when the phone rang. I answered it, and was surprised to discover that
it was Lucy.

I listened as she explained to me that one of her companies customers
was suddenly having trouble with one of THEIR customers, and wanted
'someone' to go to their customer's site and do an audit of their books.
I asked her what was going on, and she admitted that she was the
'someone' they'd selected to supervise the accountants that would be
doing the actual work. She wouldn't be doing anything except acting as
her company's 'presence', and summarizing the accountant's results. The
expectation was that she'd be out of town for as few as 2 days, but
perhaps as many as 4. I asked her if she wanted me to watch after the
girls, and she laughed, saying "Yeah. I know it breaks your heart, but
could they stay with you while I'm gone? I'd trust either one of them
alone in my apartment, but not together - particularly with what's going
on between them."

I said that it wouldn't be any problem, and she said "I'll bet. I know
you're not going to just start jumping their bones, but could you at
least wait until I clear the parking lot?"

I laughed, and said "You will recall that I do have a large bed - easily
large enough for the girls - and that my couch is plenty large and
comfortable enough for ME."

"Yeah, right. Okay, we'll both pretend that's gonna happen - but you'll
excuse me if I don't bet cash money on it, right?"

I laughed again, telling her "Yeah, that's probably a pretty good idea."

She answered "Look, I'm cool with it. I know you're not going to push
either one of them into anything; if anything, you'll try to talk them
out of it. But I know what they're going to be like at their age, and I
don't believe for a minute that you're going to get through these next
few days with your good intentions intact."

With that, she asked to talk to the girls. I asked if she minded if I
put her on the speakerphone, and she agreed that it was a good idea. I
gestured to the girls to come over, and as they did, I got the phone
switched over.

When they got there, I told Lucy that we were all there, and she started
to tell them what was going on. At first, they were disappointed that
she was going to be out of town, but quickly cheered up again when they
heard her tell them that they were going to be staying with me while she
was gone.

With all of us working from the same page, we were able to get the
initial details worked out in fairly short order; other stuff would have
to wait until Lucy got home with more details. That settled, Lucy told
us she'd talk to us when she got home, in a couple of hours, and hung
up.

I told the girls to go ahead and go back to the apartment and get enough
clothes for a couple of days - including going out in public - along
with their nightgowns and robes. Both looked at me as though I'd lost my
mind, but left. A short while later they were back, each with a knapsack
full of clothing. I had them put their stuff in the bedroom, and got out
a set of linens to use on the couch. This time, they fussed a little,
and I finally took a moment to explain to them:

"Look, do you want Lucy to think we're going to spend the entire time
humping each other's brains out? If we don't at least pretend that
nothing's going to happen, she's going to spend the entire trip worrying
about what's happening HERE, instead of what she's supposed to be doing,
and that's not going to be good for her. So are you going to listen to
me, and do what I say; or are you going to keep making faces at me, and
have all this probably turn out bad, instead of good, like it should?"

That seemed to get them settled down, and the rest of the wait until
Lucy got home went pretty smoothly.

When she got home, Lucy filled me in on the details I needed to know -
when she was due at the airport, where she was going, and where she'd be
staying when she got there. She also tried to leave me some money to
help pay for their food, and got a little testy with me when I simply
laughed at her before telling her "You know better than that. Keep your
money; you might find you need it where you're going." She grudgingly
admitted the possibility, but it was still a few minutes before it left
her mind. Still, we all managed to get everything straightened out well
ahead of the arrival of the transportation her company had arranged for
her. That left the two of us plenty of time to do a little snuggling -
and even some making out - before she had to leave.

After Lucy left for the airport, I got the girls together and took all
of us out to eat - we'd been so busy helping get Lucy packed and getting
things organized that we'd completely missed lunch. A little discussion
finally found us in a local drive-in fast-food place that made
surprisingly good burgers.

About an hour after we got back, I got a call from my client, letting me
know that the code I'd written was doing what it was supposed to, and
giving me the go-ahead to start on the next part of it while their
hardware people finished up their design. Surprisingly, the girls
weren't much interested in going to the pool; electing, instead, to
spend the afternoon in the bedroom gossiping over the teen magazines
they'd brought over. I spent the rest of the afternoon getting myself
organized, and thinking through what I thought was likely to happen with
the hardware people. Over the years, I'd developed a 'feel' for how good
a company's design engineers were, and how efficient they were. For this
particular client, I knew their engineers were good enough, but that
management couldn't resist sticking their thumbs in the process. Though
not a hardware engineer, I was fluent enough with it to be able to
anticipate the scenarios that they would likely run into; with that
knowledge, I would write the program in such a way that covered all but
the last bit of the hardware/software that I thought would bite them on
the ass; and put the frame in place for the last little bit, so that I
was prepared for any last-minute changes. It was more work for me during
the 'regular' part of the development cycle, but paid BIG dividends when
they (invariably) hit me with last-minute changes - the bonuses I earned
more than made up for the difference. Only rarely did I have to actually
pull 'all-nighters' to meet a deadline. Amazing what a little planning
and organization can do for one's bank account...

As it got toward late afternoon, I finally got things set up so that I
could begin coding the next day; when I was done, I went into the
bedroom and asked the girls if they were hungry yet. Due to the late
lunch, they weren't; instead, they wanted to know if I'd go swimming
with them for a little while. I agreed, and before I could even get to
where my swim trunks were, they'd both jumped off the bed and stripped,
leaving me with plenty look at as they took their time getting their
suits on. Figuring "the hell with it", I didn't pay any attention to
them as I changed, too.

With all of us ready, we grabbed towels, and headed for the pool, where
we spent a good half hour chasing each other around in the water,
playing a pool-bound game of tag. I'll leave it to the reader to guess
who was 'it' most of the time.

When I'd had enough, I declared my participation over, and climbed out
to lay on one of the lounges as the two of them continued their game by
inviting a couple of the other kids that had shown up while we were
playing. The boys were the most enthusiastic about joining in - at
least, until they discovered that Sandra and Robyn both were far
superior swimmers, and almost impossible to catch (and thus, touch).

Finally, they tired, as well, and climbed out to come over to stand over
me, dripping water on me until I opened my eyes to look up at them - and
notice that the slight breeze was cooling them in some rather
interesting ways and places.

Once they had my attention, they made it more than clear that they were
ready to leave, for a variety of reasons.

When we got back to my apartment, the two of them quickly headed
straight for the bedroom, leaving me to close and lock the front door.
When I went in to get out of my suit, I found that they'd already shed
theirs. They were waiting for me, and I hadn't taken more than two steps
into the bedroom before I had a pair of nubile young girls plastered to
my body - as Robyn pressed herself against my back, holding me in place,
Sandra reached out to start pulling my suit down, kneeling to pull it
clear when I raised each foot in turn. Without getting up, she tossed my
suit aside, and reached out to take my semi-erect penis in her hand. She
leaned forward to plant a small kiss on the end of it before looking up
into my eyes as she wrapped her lips around the head. She then reached
up to cup my testicles in her hand while she softly sucked me further
into her mouth while 'walking' her lips along my length, until my entire
penis was inside her hot, moist mouth.

Of course, the sight and sensation of what she was doing soon had me
growing even larger, and I could see the reluctance on her face as she
had to let more and more of me slide out from between her lips. When she
realized that I was fully erect, she pulled back from me enough to say
"I'm still sure I want you; and I want it to happen tonight. Robyn told
me that your stuff tastes good, and that after you shoot, you can stay
hard longer the next time. So I'm the one that gets to do this, instead
of Robyn."

With that, she took my penis in her hand and begin licking and kissing
it, with Robyn softly instructing her on what to do - "Yeah, like that -
only use your tongue more, there under the end; he really likes that",
and "Put it in your mouth, just the end of it, and suck on it real soft,
like you do my tit", and "The head - yeah, that part - is kinda like our
clits. Do to it what you like to do to me!".

Though inexperienced, Sandra proved to be a quick study - it wasn't long
before she had me as hard as I'd ever been. I couldn't reach anything of
interest on her, but Robyn was standing behind me, her breasts pressing
into my back - so I reached around and behind me and began softly
stroking her pubic hair, and pressing gently against her mound, where
her clitoris was. She readily moved back slightly, and moved her feet
apart, giving me free access to her pubic area. I quickly took advantage
of it by sliding my fingers between her legs; cupping my hand, I slowly
drew a finger between her labia, and finding her already quite aroused
and wet. I repeated my actions again, and continued moving my finger up
her slit until it slid across her erecting clitoris, making her gasp in
pleasure. I felt her nipples hardening where they pressed into me, and
continued stroking her, feeding her arousal and pleasure.

In short order, Robyn was so excited that she could barely stand; I
reached down to hold Sandra's head steady, and when she looked up at me,
said "I think we'd all be more comfortable, and better off, if we got on
the bed, don't you?" She mumbled her agreement around my glistening
erection, then let it pop free of her mouth before standing up.
Together, we helped Robyn to the bed, then slid ourselves around so that
Sandra could resume her ministrations to my erection while Robyn
positioned herself so that her head was between Sandra's thighs with her
body alongside mine - giving my hand free access to her pelvis, and with
a little stretching, her breasts.

It didn't take long before we'd reached our previous level of arousal -
more comfortable, Sandra reattached her lips to my erection even as
Robyn's tongue was making contact with her distended labia - and as I
slid a finger into Robyn's vaginal opening, while using another to press
against her clitoris.

For the next several minutes, the only sounds in the room were rhythmic,
and liquid - until Sandra finally pulled away from me as she experienced
wave after wave of pleasure when Robyn brought her to release. To my
surprise, even as she was coming down from her orgasm, Sandra fought to
make her way back to me, and take me into her mouth again.

Satisfied that she'd gotten Sandra off, Robyn eased her way into a semi-
seated position, then leaned over to let me suck on her breasts and
nipples as I continued to slide my finger in and out of her vagina,
bumping against her clitoris with each inward probe. The sight of my wet
finger sliding in and out of a gap in her dark muff was an incredibly
erotic sight - doing wonders to help move me along toward the goal
Sandra had set for me.

As I already knew, Robyn enjoyed using her mouth on me; from the rapid
increase in her breathing after she sat up, I could only figure that she
enjoyed watching someone do it almost as much she enjoyed doing it
herself: it was just a couple of minutes later that Robyn went through
her own release, nearly pinching my finger off with her internal
muscles, and leaving a distinctly-scented wet spot on the bed, as well.
When she'd gotten her senses back, Robyn rolled over toward the edge of
the bed, both giving herself a good view of Sandra and I, and making way
for Sandra to twist around so that her body lay closer to mine.

Looking down, I could see that Sandra was getting a little tired from
her exertions, and with a few gently nudges, managed to get her to lay
on her side, as I did the same. That also brought her pelvis closer to
my head; I raised my leg so that I could put my foot flat on the bed,
and guided her leg into the same position - leaving me free to examine
and explore the center of her femininity. I leaned forward a bit, and
sampled her swret, musky oils at their source - she moaned at the first
contact I made, and the sensation on my erection was incredible: I could
feel the vibrations all the way down to my balls.

Sandra didn't have the skill Robyn did - but that just made the
experience that much more satisfying: rather than 'pushing' me into a
fast, hard climax, she was drawing me along toward one that I knew was
going to be all the more intense for the delay.

I extended a finger to trace the outlines of her sex, and when she felt
my touch, readily spread her legs to give me more access. As I'd found
when I'd used my mouth on her previously, her labia weren't quite as
long as Robyn's, but they were a bit thicker. They were barely visible
between the lips of her mons, their edges blurred by the soft, thick
hair of her pubis. When I slid a fingertip between her inner lips, I
found them to be firm, and slick with her juices; toward the top of her
slit, I could make out the size and shape of her erect clitoris: it
looked very much like a small Navy bean, only glistening.

Since she so readily accepted the touch of my finger in and on her
vaginal opening, I gradually increased the duration, and depth, of my
probes of her womanly flower. I was pleasantly surprised when I
eventually found that I could easily slide an entire finger in and out
of her hot, wet opening - either she'd already lost her maidenhead prior
to this, or it had been so thin that my initial probe of her had removed
it. In either case, my attentions to her sheath drew an escalation of
her moans as I progressed. A glance over at Robyn revealed that she had
her eyes ocked on the subject of my explorations; with one hand busy at
her own opening while the other squeezed and pinched her breasts and
nipples.

Changing the angle of my 'attack' slightly, I continued sliding my
finger in and out of her vagina, but now it was rubbing alongside her
clitoris, as well - earning myself another one of those incredibly
stimulating moans from her. A moan that was more than enough to cause
the tightening in my balls that told me my climax wasn't far off. Sandra
seemed to sense it, as well, and - as best she could, with the
distraction I was giving her - increased her efforts to bring me to
completion. When she moaned again, and felt my balls twitch in her hand,
she realized what she could do to get me off - and did it. For the next
30 seconds or so, she moaned almost continuously, rapidly bringing me
closer and closer to the edge, until, finally, she all but deep-throated
me. The sensation of her throat clasping at the head of my already-
sensitive penis was more than I could stand, and I felt the first
tensing of my erection as I prepared to unload into her eager mouth and
throat. She felt it, too, and held me there until she felt my penis
twitch in her mouth before pulling back enough to breathe as I fired
what felt like a quart of semen onto the back of her throat, quickly
followed by a second, then third. Even as the rest of my cum emptied
into her mouth, she continued to suck and lick on my penis, prolonging
my pleasure.

In return, when I got my senses back, I refocused my attention on what I
was doing to her - and short order, felt her vagina clamp down on my
finger as she started yet another orgasm. Only when the first of several
spasms passed through her did she finally release my semi-erect penis
from her mouth.

When she'd gotten her breath back, Sandra sat up a bit, and looked at me
with an impish grin on her face, before licking her lips and saying
"Robyn was right: I think I could learn to like this - a lot!" With that
pronouncement, Robyn didn't hesitate to move toward us again, and take
Sandra into an embrace as they kissed, clearly sharing the bits of my
semen that Sandra hadn't already swallowed.

After making sure they'd cleared each other's tonsils of my residue,
Robyn and Sandra separated - Sandra to move herself up to lay next to me
as Robyn attended to cleaning my now-flaccid penis with her tongue. As
she watched Robyn, Sandra said "I can understand why Robyn likes to do
that so much - it's really exciting to know that I can make you feel
that good with just my mouth. And the way your stuff tastes is really
interesting - it's salty, and kinda sweet, at the same time; and it
comes out kind of like custard, or something."

Finally satisfied that she'd gotten every available molecule of my
semen, Robyn moved up to lay next to me on the other side, nuzzling into
my neck and saying "That was so hot to see, you two together!"

I laughed, and told her "Thanks - I'm just glad you found a way to keep
yourself amused!" teasing her.

I could feel her blush slightly as Sandra asked "What? What was she
doing? Playing with herself? I wish I could have seen it, too!" - and
causing Robyn to blush even harder.

We cuddled there for probably half an hour before Sandra rose up enough
to ask if anyone else was hungry - which prompted Robyn to chime in that
she was.

Feeling a little hollow, myself, I asked what they wanted; almost in
unison, they asked "Pizza?" I thought about it a moment, and decided
that it actually sounded pretty good. I volunteered Robyn to go order it
so that Sandra and I could cuddle a little longer. When she left, I
nudged Sandra, and when she turned to me, told her that I'd really
enjoyed what she'd done. She blushed slightly, and told me that she'd
been a little worried and nervous about it at first, but that between
Robyn's guidance and my acceptance of what she was doing quickly calmed
her down. About that time, Robyn came back in, and crawled onto the bed
to lie on the other side of Sandra, her head resting Sandra's shoulder.
Robyn listened as Sandra went on to tell me that she liked what she and
Robyn had been doing, but that she wanted to "know the rest of it - you
know, what it was like with a guy".

At that, Robyn reached around to cup one of Sandra's breasts before
telling her "I like what we do, too - and in some ways, it's even better
than what I feel when I'm with him. But in other way's it's not as good.
I mean, it's like they're two completely different ways of having fun.
They are, I guess, but it's like the way it even feels is completely
different, too."

Sandra looked at her inquisitively, and Robyn went on to explain "When
I'm with you, what we do is really nice - we're both girls, and we know
what feels go to us as girls. We're soft and gentle and careful with
each other, and that feels really nice. But there's stuff that we just
can't do - like the actual sex part. I mean, I've tried using stuff like
the handle on my hairbrush, a candle, and a couple of other things, and
they feel good, but they just aren't him. They don't feel the same, and
they don't act the same. Not better or worse than what we have, just
different - better in some ways, not as good in others."

Sandra turned back to look at me, and said "That's what I want to know -
how being with you is better, and how it's not. What it feels like when
you're inside me, and what it feels like when you shoot your stuff
inside me. I've heard about making love different ways, and I want to
know what they feel like." I smiled at her, and said, "I think we can do
that. One of the things that worried me was hurting you; but when I was
touching you, I found out that you don't have your maidenhead - your
'cherry'. So, I don't think that anything we do will actually hurt you.
It might be uncomfortable at first, but that's all."

Sandra smiled back, and told me "I've got to admit that I was kinda
worried about it hurting, too; but if I don't have my 'cherry', then I
guess I don't have anything to worry about. From what Robyn told me, and
from what you've done, I know that you wouldn't hurt me on purpose, but
it's still nice to hear it. But what happened?"

"I don't know. It's possible that something happened when you were real
young. Maybe it was so small and thin that when I put my finger in you,
it broke then. It might even be that you didn't have one to start with -
that's rare, but it happens. Whatever it was, I'd say it doesn't matter
now."

Robyn chipped in with "I'd say it doesn't either - but it kinda makes me
jealous, and it kinda doesn't."

Sandra looked at her inquisitively, and Robyn answered the implied
question "Well, I'm jealous because my first time hurt a little bit,
even though he was SO gentle with me, and had me on top, so that I could
stop if it hurt. But then again, I'm not jealous because I had that
first experience. Does that make sense?"

Sandra got a slightly thoughtful look on her face, and after a moment,
nodded in understanding before turning back to me to say "Robyn told me
that when you shoot like that, you last longer the next time. Uh, how
long does that last? I mean, I don't want to rush you or anything, but I
want it to last as long as possible, too. Do you know what I mean?"

I gave a little laugh, as did Robyn, before I told her "That won't be
any problem. By the time we finish the pizza, I'll be able to go again;
anything that happens between then and before we'd go to bed would take
the time I think you want. Each time I 'shoot' - it's also called a
climax, or 'cumming' - it takes me a longer before I'm ready again, and
makes it take that much longer for me to finish. So there's no hurry,
and there's no reason to wait - whenever it happens tonight, I think
we'll both be fine."

We continued to lie there, holding and caressing each other, until the
doorbell rang; I told Robyn that it was probably the pizza, and she
quickly put on a blouse and shorts (no underwear) while I told her to
get the money out of my wallet - and to make sure and tip the driver a
couple dollars. She left, and Sandra and I heard as she answered the
door, then took delivery of our supper. When we heard the door close, we
got up and headed in to meet Robyn in the living room. I took charge of
the pizza as Sandra went in to get us drinks while Robyn shed her
clothing again.

We watched a little TV as we ate - none of us ate all that much, in
anticipation of the rest of the evening, I think. I also took the
opportunity to casually query Sandra about birth control, and more
specifically, about her period. Initially surprised by the questions,
she didn't hesitate to answer them; I easily learned that she would be
starting her next period in a few days. That meant that she was between
periods, and thus, infertile. No chance of making her pregnant,
thankfully. When we were done, Robyn took put the leftovers in the
fridge so that Sandra and I could get comfortable on the couch. When she
got back, she parked herself next to Sandra; she hadn't any more than
leaned back than the phone rang. I nudged Sandra to raise up a bit - she
had to do the same to Robyn, so it was a couple more rings before I was
able to answer the phone.

As I'd expected, it was Lucy, calling to let us know she'd arrived okay,
and to see how things were going. When they heard me use her name, both
girls started to get up, but I gestured to them that I wanted to speak
to Lucy alone for a bit, so they settled back down, still watching me. I
moved over to where my computer desk was, so that I could talk quietly
with Lucy without the girls listening in.

"So how's it going, there, fella? Bagged any teenyboppers yet?" Lucy
asked with a laugh.

"I'm not sure who's trying to bag who", I replied.

"You're kidding. Right?"

"Nope. As I'm sitting here, Robyn and Sandra are both stark naked on the
couch, molesting each other every now and then while they wait for me to
let you talk to them."

"Okay, I'll play - why are they naked on your couch?"

"Because we just finished some pizza for supper, silly", I teased.

"No, not why they're on the couch; why are they naked?" she responded;
only slightly exasperated.

"Because a little while ago, Sandra gave me one helluva blowjob - her
first ever, mind you - while Robyn was eating her."

"Uh-huh. And just what were YOU doing? Other than enjoying the hell out
of it?"

"Well, first I used my hand on Robyn, then I used my hand and my mouth
on Sandra."

There was a pause while she thought that one over, then she asked "And
how is it that Robyn was so willing to participate in this? More
specifically, how is it that you're so able to finger-fuck my daughter?"

I waited, and a few seconds later, Lucy said, "Look, I'm not mad that
you did anything with them. Jealous, maybe, but not mad. I just want to
know if you're banging my daughter, okay? Not to haul your ass off to
jail, or to get anyone in any trouble or anything, but just so I know
she's with someone that will treat her right."

"In that case, then, yes, Robyn and I have been together."

"From the way you said that, you're not going to tell me a damn thing
more, are you?"

"Nope."

She sighed, and said, "I expected as much - you not telling, that is. I
suppose that I should be surprised that she's sexually active, but I'm
not; after all, I am the one that got her fixed up with birth control,
and we all know why birth control is needed. The only real comfort of
this is that I know you, and know that you're not going to do anything
to hurt her, physically or emotionally. You realize, of course, that the
only reason I don't fly home right now and rip your lungs out through
your nose is because of all you've done for us; and because I've learned
what kind of guy you really are?"

"Okay. I don't realize it, but if you say so, then I'll accept it, and
thank you for it."

"Hmmph. Rat. Bastard. Child molester. Pervert."

"Flattery will get you nowhere", I replied, archly - teasing her.

She laughed, and said, "More than anything else, I envy you. Okay, let
me talk to the miniature sex bombs."

With that, I gestured to the girls that Lucy wanted to talk to them;
they were all but climbing over me to get to the phone in nothing flat.
When Robyn finally got control of the phone, I headed into the kitchen
for another soda, then planted myself on the couch, so they could have
some 'private' time with Lucy, too.

A little later, Robyn came over to tell me that Lucy wanted to talk to
me again; I went back over to where Sandra was finishing up her
conversation, and when she was done, took the phone as the two girls
headed back for the couch.

"They're not letting on that anything happened. At all. Any time I even
hinted that something might be going on, they changed the subject. Have
you been coaching them, or are they just naturally devious?"

"I've only told them that if anyone found out what we were doing, then
I'd get into trouble."

"Well, whatever you've done and said, it's working. I doubt that torture
would get anything out of them."

"Probably just as well", I told her.

"I think you're right. I just want you to know that when I get back, I
fully expect some time of my own with you - a couple of days, at least.
I'll leave them a bag of kibble, and you and I are going to lock
ourselves in the bedroom and see if we can't kill each other. How does
that sound?"

"Works for me. I'll get a fridge or something in the bedroom so we don't
even have to come out for food or drinks."

She laughed, and said, "You would, too, wouldn't you?"

"You bet - to the fridge, the couple of days, or both", I laughed.

"God, just thinking about it..." she said, wistfully.

"It's okay. You'll be back here soon enough, and we've got plenty of
time."

"Yeah. Well, just save some energy for me, okay?"

"Always."

She paused a moment, then said, "I love you, you know."

It didn't come as much of a surprise - and I didn't have any hesitation
about telling her "And me, you. Get the damn job done, and get back
here, would you?"

"Just as fast as I can", she replied

With that, by mutual consent, we each hung up the phone.

When my conversation with Lucy ended, I got up and went back over to the
couch; Robyn and Sandra quickly separated to make room for me between
them. Robyn looked up at me, and asked, "You knew she was going to call,
didn't you?"

I replied "I didn't know she was going to call, but I expected it. Why?"

"Because even after supper, with the two of us playing with you and each
other, you didn't get very excited; and when the phone rang, you reacted
like you expected it - me and Sandra nearly jumped out of our skins! So
what made you think she would call?"

"First, she's your mom. Maybe you don't really understand that yet, but
when you get older you will; it means that she's thinking about you
almost all the time. Second, she's your mom. That means that if she has
to be away from you for any period of time, she's going to want to hear
from you somehow, just to know you're okay. Third, your mom and I like
each other. A lot. I kinda figured that she'd want to talk to me, too,
just like I wanted to talk to her."

"But what about me?" Sandra asked.

"You're her daughters best friend. She likes you, too, and she cares
about you. She's responsible for you while you're staying with her.
Believe me, she's not going to forget about you, either."

The two of them looked at each other, and with an unspoken
communication, reached an agreement: that it was time to get me 'fired
up' again - both reached out to begin sliding their hands across my
chest and belly as they each fastened their lips on one of my nipples.
With that kind of encouragement, I didn't hesitate to put an arm around
each of them to cup a breast, one slightly smaller than the other, but
both firm, smooth, and quickly sporting an erect nipple.

Since it was 'her night', the first one I leaned over to kiss was Sandra
- who readily opened her mouth to the gentle touch of my tongue, moaning
faintly when our tongues touched.

When our kiss finally broke, Sandra started easing her hand down my
body, until she had my swollen, but not even semi-erect, penis in her
grasp - and was able to begin a faintly milking motion that quickly got
me semi-erect. While she was doing that, I turned my head to kiss Robyn,
who seemed to be trying to lick my tonsils. For her part, Robyn took it
upon herself to cycle between whichever of Sandra's breasts that I
didn't have hold of, her own, and my testicles. With the two of them
trying so hard, they soon had me aroused; Sandra was the one to suggest
that we'd have more room, and be more comfortable, on the bed. Refusing
to let go of each other, it took us a few tries before we were able to
sit up on the couch, and then finally stand up to make our way back to
the bedroom again.

I couldn't help thinking that my bedroom, and bed, had gotten more use
in the last 6 weeks than it had in the previous 6 years...

Once settled on my bed, we pretty much reversed the positions we'd had
last time - now Robyn's lips were fastened on my penis while Sandra's
head was between her thighs, and my lips and tongue went to work on
Sandra's womanhood.

Robyn seemed to be very much in the spirit of things - she was
deliberately taking her time getting me hard, apparently so that I would
have more time to get Sandra ready. I appreciated her consideration, but
couldn't help but wonder if it also wasn't so that she could have her
own orgasm before I got too involved with Sandra. Whatever the reason,
she was taking it easy on me: stimulating me enough to gradually get me
harder and harder, but not so much that I couldn't focus on what I was
doing to Sandra. And what I was doing to Sandra was certainly worth
focusing on: using my tongue to trace the folds of her inner lips and
sliding it between them, dipping it into the entrance to her vagina to
savor her delicate essence; using my lips and tongue to caress and
fondle her rapidly-erecting clitoris, and protruding labia; delighting
in the spicy/sweet/musky odor of her arousal softly, rhythmically
sucking on her clitoris; caressing her ass and hips and back and waist
and thighs.

Between what Robyn was doing, and my pleasure with what I was doing, it
didn't take long before I was fully erect; enjoying the pleasant
sensations Robyn was providing, while not feeling any hurry or need for
a climax.

A bit later, Robyn released me for a few moments to tell Sandra
"Whenever you're ready, he is too", followed a second later with "Damn!
You're good at that..."

Knowing that I was ready, Sandra apparently decided to apply herself to
getting Robyn off - and from where I was sitting (well, laying :-), she
seemed to be doing a damn fine job of it: it wasn't but a couple of
minutes before Robyn's breathing had noticeably quickened, along with an
increase in moans and gasps of arousal. Robyn tried to keep stimulating
me, but what Sandra was doing to her was simply too much to bear, and
she eventually gave up. I barely noticed the loss - I was simply to
engrossed in what I was doing.

Only a few minutes later, I heard Robyn's breath catch, heard her gasp,
and then let out something that was a combination of moan, and scream,
as Sandra finally triggered her orgasm. The sound of it was more than
enough to make up for the absence of Robyn's talented mouth and tongue.

As her orgasm tapered off, Robyn rolled over so that she was lying on
her stomach. That left enough room for Sandra to ease herself away from
me (much to my disappointment), and slide herself around so that we were
face to face - a position that let me see the shining of Robyn's juices
on her face and lips, and detect Robyn's scent when she moved to kiss me
before looking deep into my eyes and telling me "I'm ready. God! I am so
ready. What do we do now?"

"It's up to you. If you still had your 'cherry', I'd suggest that we do
it with you getting on top of me, so that you could wait if it started
to hurt. But since that little problem is already taken care of, we can
try it with you laying on your back, and me on top. Or, if you want, you
can get on your hands and knees, and I can enter you from behind."

"Will it hurt?"

"Like I said before, with your hymen gone, and your larger size, I don't
think you'll have any pain. It might feel uncomfortable, but not much
more."

"Is there any one of them that YOU like?"

"It's not about me, it's about you. Remember, we don't have to do just
ONE; we can change around as much as you want, whenever you want, for as
long as I can keep going. Think about which one you want to try first,
and we'll go from there. Or, if you want, we can just keep doing what we
have been, and you can wait until later."

Sandra thought about it for a bit, and as she was thinking, Robyn
finally rolled away from us again, until she was on her side facing us.
She just lay there, watching, as Sandra made up her mind.

Finally, Sandra looked at me again, and said "I definitely want to do
it, tonight. I know how nice you are, and you're honest and patient with
me, and I don't know when I'll find someone like you again. What I want
to do is have you be the one to take my virginity, whether I've got a
cherry, or not."

With that, she quickly moved on top of me, her knees on either side of
my hips, her hands on the bed by my shoulders. Looking down at me, she
said, "Your lips and tongue and fingers and hands have felt wonderful -
but what I want now is the rest of you. I want THIS" - and moved forward
slightly so that the outside of her vagina was pressing against the
underside of my erection. I was still slightly slick with Robyn's
saliva, and Sandra used it to begin sliding herself against me. Hunching
forward slightly, she moved herself so that the bottom of her opening
was resting just behind the crown of my penis; from there, she arched
her back, so that the length of her slit moved toward my balls, until
her clitoris was pressing against the base of my erection. She paused a
moment, eyes closed, before hunching forward again - only this time, her
labia parted slightly, allowing her ample lubrication to spread along my
undersides. When she'd reached the end of my penis, she paused again,
eyes closed, before arching backwards. After a couple more cycles of
that, she leaned forward some more,letting her breasts dangle in my
face; I gladly accepted the invitation to take first one, then the
other, into my mouth to lick and suck on her nipples as she continued to
slide herself back and forth on my now-glistening penis. As we continued
teasing and stimulating each other, I could hear her breathing quicken,
and paused for a moment to look at her - face flushed with arousal, her
eyes hooded in lust, her areolas crinkled and nipples extended from my
attentions, she was a most erotic sight.

Both of us had completely forgot Robyn's presence when Sandra finally
raised herself up again to tell me "I'm ready. I want you. Now."

I nodded my acceptance, and she lay down on me before tugging on me to
indicate that she wanted me to be on top of her. I rolled over, slowly
and carefully, until we were finally situated: she on her back, legs
spread and knees nearly touching her breasts as her hands rested on my
upper arms; I was between her thighs, the bottom of my slickened
erection pressing against the flower of her womanhood as I held myself
on straightened arms above her.

I looked into her eyes for a few moments, until she nodded her readiness
and acceptance, then eased myself back until the end of my penis slid
down between her labia, wedged against her opening. I paused again,
telling her "We can still stop this, now. Say the word, and I back up
more and it's over. What happens next is YOUR decision. Make it for you
- not for me, not for Robyn."

Without hesitation, she looked into my eyes, and said, "Do it".

Our eyes locked, I moved slightly to get a better angle, and began
pressing myself forward to enter her. In return, she held herself
steady, even trying to spread her legs more to give me more access.
Finally, I saw her eyes widen as the head of my penis finally popped
through her entrance; I immediately stopped pushing, waiting for her to
give me some sign of what she wanted me to do next - pull out, or
continue. She had a slightly distracted look on her face, but no signs
of pain that I could see. After a few moments, she focused on me again,
and said "I just had to get used to having something that big in there.
You were right; it doesn't hurt, it was just a little uncomfortable
there, for a second. It already feels better. Keep going."

Reassured that she was okay, I pressed myself forward again, into her
incredibly hot and tight opening, until perhaps another inch was inside
her, before stopping when I saw her get distracted again. She recovered
a little more quickly, and soon nodded for me to continue - and looked
both surprised and disappointed when I eased back, withdrawing from her
slightly. I told her "This is just to make sure that your lubrication -
the wetness inside you - gets moved around, so things stay slick. That
makes it easier and better for both of us."

She smiled her understanding, and when I pressed into her again, got a
pleased look on her face. I did it a couple more times, making sure her
oils were well-distributed before trying to wedge even more of myself
into her.

Again and again, I pressed myself into her, a fraction at a time,
stopping whenever I saw the slightest trace of discomfort in her eyes.
Finally, though, we found ourselves locked together, her pubic hair
merged with mine, as I lay there buried deep inside her.

I waited there, patiently, so that she could adjust to this new
intrusion - giving her plenty of time to not only stretch inside, but to
get used to the feel of me in her, and let her get her mind around the
idea that she was actually having sex for the first time.

After a minute or two, she got to the point where she was ready to do a
little experimenting: first, she just wiggled around a little, seeing
how it felt inside with me pressing against her in different ways. From
there, she quickly moved on to moving her pelvis a little bit, sliding
herself up and down on my erection, first in very small motions, then
more and more. Finally satisfied that the hard part was over, she looked
into my eyes again, and told me "God! I never knew anything could feel
this good! It's like all of sudden, I feel complete; like I've been
missing something without knowing what it was, and now I do! I feel so
full inside, but it doesn't hurt or anything - it just feels so damn
good!"

I smiled at her, and said, "I'm glad you like it - it feels pretty good
to me, too!" causing her to smile in return.

Satisfied that she was finally comfortable, not only with having me
inside her, but the situation itself, I started to make love to her.
Slowly at first, in small movements - withdrawing myself from her hot,
tight insides perhaps a couple of inches, then pressing back in again.
As it became easier, my strokes lengthened, and then speeded up. As my
motions increased, so did hers - raising herself up to meet me as I
pressed into her, and learning some vague control over her internal
muscles, so that she was able to tighten herself around me when I was
fully inside her. At one point, she even raised herself up a bit so she
could watch as I slid in and out of her, seeming to delight in the way
her labia extended when I withdrew, only to disappear again when I
pressed back in, and the way I glistened with her feminine oils.

I found myself in a comfortable rhythm - one that felt wonderful, and
let me stay hard, but without feeling that I was going to climax too
fast. I was actually rather happy with it: I wanted it to go on for as
long as possible, not only for her benefit, but because she felt so
incredible where she was wrapped around me.

As the next several minutes went by, Sandra got more and more aroused,
and closer and closer to an orgasm. Her breathing quickened, as did the
frequency and duration of her moans. To tease her a little bit, I
started changing the way I was making love to her - withdrawing almost
completely (and getting a disappointed groan when I did) before making
several short, rapid in-and-out motions with the head of my penis at the
entrance to her vagina; sliding myself all the way inside her, then
rocking forward several times so that my pubic bone bumped against her
clitoris with each motion; moving in and out of her with a two-steps-
forward-one-step-back action. The net effect was that it (slightly)
slowed her progress toward her release, but it also did wonders to
increase the pressure building behind it.

I enjoyed what I was doing to - and for - Sandra, but it was having the
opposite effect on me. So, after a few minutes of it, I went back to
simply making love to her. In short order, I was back into the rhythm
that had worked for me so well before. Over the next several minutes,
Sandra started moving toward orgasm, tossing her head back and forth,
gasping, and groaning her pleasure until, finally, she'd had enough to
trigger her release. As I felt the first wave of it hit her, I pressed
myself into her as far as I could, savoring the way her internal muscles
clamped down on me through her first couple of spasms. After that, I
would withdraw, then press myself back into her, in time with the waves
of her climax, clearly heightening her pleasure.

As she came down from her orgasm, Sandra looked at me with something
akin to worship - and a few moments later, awe and disbelief when she
realized that I was still hard, and still inside her. She gave me one of
the most radiant smiles I'd ever seen, and then hugged me fiercely. When
she released me, she lay back down and moved her pelvis around, almost
savoring the feeling of my erection in her.

After a moment, she looked up at me and asked "Um, remember when you
told me about the different ways that we could make love?"

I nodded, and she went on "Could we, uh, try a different one now? Or
would that mess things up"?

I smiled at her, and answered "Sure, we can try a different one -
there's no reason you can't do as many of them as you want, as long as
you and whoever you're with enjoy it, and as long as the love-making
lasts. What did you have in mind"?

"I was thinking that it felt pretty good when I was sitting on you, but
that I'd like to know what it feels like when you're behind me. Is that
the one I hear them call 'doggy style'?"

"Yup, that's it." With that, I started to ease myself out of her as she
pulled her legs from behind mine, and released me from her arms. She was
plainly disappointed when I finally pulled free of her with a faint
'pop', blushing slightly at the noise. I moved back on my heels, and
Sandra quickly rolled over onto her stomach before easing up to her
hands and knees. I put my hands on her hips, and we each made the
necessary adjustments to get me into position to enter her.

Keeping one hand on her hip, I used the other to press my erection down
so that the head slid between her slightly parted labia. She eased back
slightly to hold me in place, and I released my penis to put my hand
back on her waist. Holding her steady, I hunched forward a bit, pressing
against her opening until the head slid in. From there, it was
relatively easy to continue the motion - accompanied by a low moan of
pleasure from her - until I was fully inside her. I couldn't help but
delight again to the sensation of her hot, wet female sheath wrapped so
tightly around my male dagger.

Leaning forward slightly, I reached down and around her to cup her
breasts in my hands for a few moments before squeezing them gently, and
softly pinching her nipples between my fingers. Feeling them harden
again under my touch, I withdrew from her in a slow, steady motion until
only the head of my penis was inside her. I waited a few moments, and
when I felt her start to press herself back against me, pushed myself
back into her again as she emitted a deep-throated purr of pleasure. I
slowly stroked in and out of her several more times, pausing briefly at
the end of each, savoring the experience.

After a bit, though, I simply couldn't help but start to move a little
more quickly; it wasn't long before I was in almost constant motion as I
slid in and out of her. Looking down, I could see the rosette of her
anus winking at me in time with my strokes; the thought of perhaps being
able to sample that last opening of hers made me even harder.

My back started to ache from leaning over her to play with her breasts
as I made love to her, so I finally raised up again, using my hands to
caress her from her breast to her hips. Gently grasping her hips, I held
them steady as I watched her breasts sway ever so slightly in response
to my thrusts.

A couple of minutes later, both of us were reminded that Robyn was still
there with us when we heard her cry out as she had another orgasm. We
glanced around trying to find her before discovering that she'd moved to
where she could watch us from the side. Looking at her, we could see
that she had a couple of fingers buried in her vagina while the other
hand cupped her breast and pinched her nipple. We watched as spasm after
spasm washed over her, her pelvis rising up with each one. The sight of
it was phenomenal, and did a lot to ease me along; from the way Sandra's
vagina clutched at me, almost in time with Robyn's actions, I knew that
it was affecting her, as well.

The experience of watching as Robyn orgasmed actually seemed to bring
Sandra and I closer together, as strange as it might sound. It not only
stimulated both of us, but also made us each aware of what WE were
doing, and how the other felt to us. I could feel that sensation that I
think all men feel at some point during their lovemaking: the one that
tells us 'as nice as the rest has felt, this is where we're going, and
why we're doing what we are'.

A few minutes later, Sandra and I were both surprised when Robyn moved
over next to us. When Sandra looked at her, Robyn asked "Would it bother
you if I, uh, joined in a little? You two are so hot to watch!"

Sandra gasped in response to what I was doing before telling her "I
don't mind if he doesn't".

Robyn looked at me, and when I nodded my acceptance, quickly got onto
her back and eased herself under Sandra to start licking and sucking on
Sandra's breasts and nipples while she reached down (over?) to begin
caressing and rubbing her clitoris - and my balls.

Neither Sandra or I minded the attention - if anything, we welcomed it.
Sandra, between moans and pants, dipped her head to return the favor of
mouthing Robyn's breasts. Not in any position to do anything to Robyn, I
had to content myself with knowing what they were doing.

With Robyn's added attention, it wasn't long before Sandra was rapidly
approaching another orgasm; I wasn't far behind her (pun intended!)

A couple of minutes later, I could see, hear, and feel it as Sandra
reached her peak. She first arched her back, the muscles and tendons in
her neck standing out with the tension. Then she released a deep,
guttural moan as her vagina tightened around me again. As wonderfully
tight as she'd been before, what she was doing now was incredible - it
was all I could do to continue thrusting into her as my own climax
approached. After a couple of spasm passed through her, her vagina
suddenly relaxed around me, only to begin an incredible fluttering
sensation. If you've ever had a muscle twitch for a few seconds, it was
like that - only stronger, and INSIDE her, all along the length of me.
It was the most incredibly erotic thing I've ever experienced, before or
since, and it was easily more than enough to trip my release. Sandra's
head and shoulders all but collapsed on Robyn, who quickly scooted
toward me to avoid suffocation, even as the first jet of my semen was
flooding her insides.

I continued flooding Sandra's insides with my cum while Robyn, having
taken care of Sandra, dragged her fingernails across my scrotum,
increasing the pressure of my spurts. By the time I'd dumped the last of
my sperm in her, I felt as though my balls had turned inside out - it
was all I could do to hold Sandra's hips steady so she didn't completely
smother Robyn. Robyn, realizing the situation, quickly slid back out
from under us, so that I could guide Sandra down until she was flat on
the bed, my now-softening penis still inside her. I kept myself on my
elbows and knees to keep her covered as my penis slowly shrank. When it
finally pulled loose of her, I saw that Robyn had gotten a sheet to
cover us with, and gladly rolled over on my side. She quickly covered us
with the sheet, then lifted the corner of it to slide in on the other
side of Sandra. Together, Robyn and I held her as she went through a
period of small shudders of pleasure as she regained her senses.

When she'd gotten her breath back, Sandra quickly rolled over to face me
before trying to wrap her arms around me - a difficult thing to do with
my laying on my back. I finally had mercy on her, and rose up enough for
her to give a ferocious hug before releasing me. I lay down again, and
she quickly fastened herself to my side, one leg across mine, her hand
on my chest. Robyn eased over, so as not to disturb Sandra, to lie on
her side as well, 'spooning' with Sandra. Then Robyn put her arm around
to cup Sandra, and cupped her breast; Sandra turned her head so the two
of them could share a kiss before turning back to rest her head on my
shoulder.

After a few moments, Sandra told me "That was the most incredible thing
I've ever experienced. I mean, when you first started to go into me, it
was kinda uncomfortable, but it didn't hurt or anything. Then when you
were all the way inside, it felt great. Then when you made love to me,
and I came, I didn't think anything could feel better than that. Then
when you were still hard inside me, and started making love to me from
behind like that, and playing with my tits, it was wonderful. But when
Robyn got under me and started sucking on my tits, and playing with my
clit while you were doing me, that was just too much. Even when I
thought I was done, you started shooting inside me, and I could feel it
- it was like you were filling me with liquid fire, or something!" Robyn
giggled, and Sandra told her - via my shoulder - "Robyn, I understand
what you meant before; and you were right. What it feels like when I'm
with you, and what it feels like with him, they're two different things,
completely."

I laughed a bit, and asked her "I'm going to take it that you've made up
your mind about whether or not you like boys, too?"

She laughed back, and said, "You better believe it. Girls are nice, and
fun, but boys - men! - are something else entirely. Yeah, I like them!"

A minute or two later, Sandra said "That was really, really nice, but
I'm feeling kind of, uh, squishy - you know, down there."

Robyn chirped up with "I can fix that!" and quickly wormed her way under
the sheet, sliding down to where Sandra's ass was. A hand on her hip,
and Sandra realized what Robyn wanted to do, and readily rolled onto her
back. As she spread her legs to give Robyn room, I rolled onto my side
to face her, and then give her a kiss. A nudge from Robyn, and Sandra's
knees came up, tenting the sheet, as I lowered my head to take her
nipple in my mouth. As Robyn did her very best to vacuum my semen from
Sandra's womanhood, I continued to lick and suck on Sandra's nipples,
breaking away every so often to share a deep, passionate kiss with her.
In short order, we had Sandra aroused again; and a few minutes later,
going through her third orgasm in a fairly short period of time.

When it had passed, I rolled over onto my back; Robyn gave Sandra time
to get her breath back by trying to do the same vacuum-cleaning thing
for me. I wasn't anywhere near able to have another erection so quickly,
and Robyn finally had to satisfy herself with getting me squeaky clean -
except for the traces of her saliva that she left behind. That done, she
slid up to lay on the side of me that Sandra wasn't occupying.

We lay there like that for quite a while, the two of them lying on their
sides, pressing against me. I had an arm around each of them, and they
were holding hands with their arms on my chest, each with a leg draped
across mine. I could feel their firm young breasts pressing into my
side, and the silky feel of their downy bushes tickling my thighs. All
in all, it was a most pleasant way for us to enjoy a short nap.

I don't know if it was Robyn or Sandra that woke first - only that when
I woke up, I was on my side with the two of them were kissing and
cuddling in front of me. When they saw that I was awake, they had the
courtesy to blush, and apologize for waking me. I only smiled, and told
them it was okay. They separated, and the three of us shared a round of
kisses and little groping before Sandra suggested a group shower - an
idea that Robyn and I quickly agreed to. We got up and headed in for a
happy, slippery, fun cleanup that lasted almost exactly as long as the
hot water. When we'd dried off, we actually decided to dress, a little
at least, and headed into the living room. They guided me to the couch,
and then headed into the kitchen. A few moments later, as Sandra brought
out drinks for us, I heard the microwave come on. I looked at Sandra
inquiringly, and she said "pizza leftovers", letting me know that Robyn
was heating up the pizza that we'd ordered earlier.

Sandra put the drinks down, and then sat next to me. A couple minutes
later Robyn appeared with the pizza, and the three of us finished it
off. The rest of the evening, we sat around cuddling, and chatting about
all manner of things. The subjects centered mostly on sex, though -
boys, girls, relationships, and so on. Sandra had most of the questions,
but Robyn had more than a few, too. I answered as best I could, giving
them things to think about so they could make their own decisions. I
also cautioned them that I was not the final authority on anything; that
they should take the time to find answers from other sources, as well,
so they would have a base of information to decide for themselves.

Eventually, the hour, and efforts of the day, took their toll, and we
all headed off to bed - to sleep this time.

I woke up the next morning to find my arm wrapped around one firm young
female, my morning erection tucked neatly between her ass cheeks, while
another similarly unclad female was pressed against my back. I carefully
considered the size and feel of the breast in my hand with one of those
poking my back and decided that it was Sandra in front of me, with Robyn
completing the sandwich.

Opening my eyes, I was pleased to see that I was right.

Moving carefully, so as not to disturb them, I eased my way out from
between them so that I could relieve some considerable hydraulic
pressure. That accomplished, I found my way to the kitchen where I
started a pot of coffee. Then it was back to the bedroom to get my robe
so that I could open the front door and retrieve my morning paper.

As I was reading the comics in the living room, I heard the noise of the
coffee pot burbling as it finished creating it's life-giving nectar. I
hadn't any more than stood up to go get a cup than Sandra wandered into
the living room, saying, "That smells good - it woke me up. Sit down,
and I'll bring you some."

Never one to refuse service from a naked, nubile young female, I readily
agreed, taking a seat again. A minute later, Sandra came back in with
two cups in her hand - handing one to me. I took a sip, and was pleased
to discover that she'd apparently paid enough attention to know that I
didn't bother with added ingredients. I looked over, and saw that she'd
at least doctored her own with milk - I knew I didn't have any kind of
creamer in the apartment. I raised an eyebrow, and she said "I don't
drink it very often, but this morning it just smelled SO good."

I finished reading the comics, and when I showed them to her, she smiled
and accepted them while I went on to read another section.

We'd each nearly finished our first cup when Robyn turned up - rubbing
her eyes to get the sleep out, and yawning. She saw that we'd obviously
been up for a while, and collected our cups before heading into the
kitchen. A bit later, she brought them back out to us - with our thanks
- before disappearing again, only to reappear with a cup of her own. I'd
seen her drink coffee only a couple of times, and knew that she would
have added plenty of both milk and sugar to it. She quickly settled
herself on the couch between Sandra and I, and picked up the TV remote.
Turning the TV on, she soon found the morning news and entertainment
program that she liked, careful to make sure she kept the volume down.

Having finished the paper, I handed it to Sandra so that she could read
whatever she wanted of the rest of it, and sat back to watch the TV with
Robyn. With a little more room next to me, she scooted over to lean
against me. I put my hand on her thigh, and she hugged my arm as we
watched the anchors discussing some minor event in one of the other
staff members' life.

A few minutes later, Sandra finished the paper, and asked me what I did
with it when I was done. I told her that I put it in a stack in the
corner of the kitchen so that one of the local Boy Scout troops could
come by and collect it at the end of the month. She went to put it away,
taking hers and my coffee cups in the process - Robyn was still working
on hers. When she came back, she handed me my cup and set hers on the
arm of the couch before setting in on my other side, resting against me.
The three of us sat there watching TV until the program ended, when
Robyn got up to take the cups into the kitchen. When she came back, she
planted herself in my lap, facing Sandra, and asked, "What's for
breakfast?"

I teased her, asking, "Did you say 'what' or 'who'?" - and making both
of them laugh before Sandra offered, "I hope it's not me. As much fun as
that was last night, I'm a little sore this morning. I don't think I'm
ready for any, uh, activities yet."

Robyn grinned at her, and said, "Yeah, I know how you feel - same thing
happened to me. No, I want something to eat - you know, food?"

Sandra grinned back, and answered, "I could stand something to eat, too
- like maybe a whole cow, or something. Now that you mention it, I'm
starved!"

Both of them looked at me, and I couldn't help but laugh before telling
them "I used to wonder how the two of you managed to stay so trim - then
I found out, last night!"

Both laughed; then we started figuring out what we wanted for breakfast.
Sandra let Robyn keep her seat, and went into the kitchen to see what I
had to eat. She came back to report that I had enough stuff that she
could make us a breakfast of scrambled eggs, toast, bacon, and fried
potatoes. That sounded pretty good to us, and Robyn got up to go help
her fix it - Sandra insisted that I just sit back and relax; fixing me
breakfast was a 'thank you for making me feel so good last night'. I
knew that Robyn, at least, was good enough in the kitchen to handle
simple things; I could only trust that Sandra was just as good, or at
least willing to let Robyn take charge when necessary. A bit later,
Sandra headed into the bedroom, coming back out with a robe on.
Obviously, she'd rediscovered the hazards of cooking bacon while nude. A
minute later, Robyn followed her example - more to 'fit in' with being
semi-dressed than anything else, I figured.

After a few minutes, Robyn reappeared, and began setting up the small
table I had in what I used for a dining area. Placemats, dishes,
glasses, flatware, and all the rest of the works soon took their places.
That accomplished, she headed back into the kitchen. A couple minutes
more, and the two of them came out with breakfast on platters that they
put on the table. I got up and headed over to sit down with them - there
wasn't a doubt in my mind that if I delayed too much, they wouldn't
hesitate to leave me only scraps.

We chatted a bit as we ate, with me finding out what their plans were
for the day, and so on. I also let them know that I'd be busy on my
work, but that it wasn't anything that couldn't be interrupted.
Fortunately, they'd made plenty of food, so all of us got our fill - but
there wasn't a bit left when we were done, either.

After we finished, Robyn told Sandra and I to go ahead and leave the
table - she'd be the one to clear it, and wash the dishes (well, load
them into the dishwasher). Sandra offered to help, as did I, but Robyn
just told us that it was still Sandra's special time, and to do what she
said. Sandra and I looked at each other, shrugged, and did as we were
told - me laying back on the couch with Sandra on my lap and leaning
against me, the two of us snuggling. A short time later, Robyn came in
to take a similar position on Sandra. The three of us sat there for a
while, simply content to be in physical contact with each other.

Finally, though, time - and the drinks we'd had - conspired to get us
moving. We got up and headed into the bedroom; Robyn and I waited for
Sandra to finish her ablutions in the bathroom, then as Sandra changed
into her suit, I waited for Robyn. When she reappeared, I waited for her
to change, then kissed both of them before they headed for the pool. I
took the opportunity to grab a quick wakeup shower, before heading into
the living room to get started on what was left of my workday.

For the rest of the day, one or the other of the girls would come in
every so often; sometimes for something to drink, sometimes to see if I
needed anything, sometimes to use the bathroom. Whatever the reason,
they were always discrete about it, careful not to disturb me. Other
than sex, one of the previous evening's topics of discussion was what I
did, and how I did it; I'd managed to get them to understand that even
though I had a certain amount of liberty in my schedule, I was still
obliged to meet certain deadlines. They also came to realize that what I
did required a certain amount of concentration, as well.

With our late breakfast, none of us felt any need to do anything about
lunch, so it was late afternoon before the two of them made it back to
the apartment together. Again, they were careful not to bother me as
they headed into the bedroom to change out of their damp suits. A few
minutes later, they reappeared in shorts and halters to watch a little
TV from the couch, with the volume kept low.

Perhaps a half hour later, I finished what I was doing, and carefully
saved my work before going over to take a seat on 'my' chair. After a
nudge from Robyn, Sandra got up and came over to park herself in my lap.
I put my arms around her, and hugged her, saying "Thanks for being so
considerate today. It's usually kind of hard for me to get things
organized when I start working, and you - both of you", this directed to
Robyn, "helped a lot by not disturbing me. As a reward for your
thoughtfulness, I'll take us all out for supper, if you're hungry."

Sandra hugged me before snuggling into me again before saying "I'm kinda
hungry, but I'm not in any hurry. This feels nice", with Robyn adding
"Me either. Let's just wait a bit, and then decide, okay?"

"That's fine with me", I answered, content with the idea of having
Sandra in my arms for a little longer.

After a while, though, the idea of supper started sounding better and
better; I finally broke the silence by asking "Is anyone besides me
ready to eat?" The girls looked at each other, and laughed; then I
realized the other 'interpretation' of what I'd just asked. As their
laughter died, I said "Let me rephrase that: Is anyone besides me ready
for SUPPER?"

Both admitted that they were, so we talked over the options, finally
settling on going out to a nearby branch of a national restaurant chain.
They didn't particularly want to have to 'dress up', and I wanted to go
someplace where the food didn't come in a bag.

As they both stood up, I noticed that neither had a bra on; when Robyn
bent over to pick something off the floor, I could tell that she didn't
have any panties on, either. I gently, but firmly, informed them that we
weren't going out with them dressed like that - at least, not to
someplace where we'd be getting out of the car. After some good-natured
grumbling, they went in to change, coming out later with blouses on -
and with wicked grins on their faces, Robyn, then Sandra, showed me that
they'd put panties on, as well.

When we got back, I saw the light on my answering machine blinking, and
discovered that Lucy had called just a few minutes earlier. I quickly
called her back at the number she'd left, and was lucky enough to catch
her still in her hotel room - she'd been about to go out for her own
meal.

We chatted a few seconds before she said that she needed to talk to me
about something. I asked her what it was, and she said that it would
take a little bit to explain, so she wanted to talk to the girls first,
so that our conversation wouldn't be interrupted. I agreed, and handed
the phone to Robyn before heading off to recycle some fluids - and
passing Sandra as she returned from the same mission. I told her that
I'd called Lucy, and she quickly headed for the phone.

After I'd returned to the living room, I was careful to stay away from
the phone, so they could all have their time together. Finally, Robyn
gestured to me that it was my turn. When I went over, she said, "Mom
told me that she has to talk to you, and we should leave you alone while
you're on the phone."

That said, Sandra handed me the phone, and the two of the headed into
the bedroom, clearly upset at Lucy's instructions.

When I spoke, Lucy asked "Are you alone?"

"Yes", I answered, slightly mystified.

"I think there's something going on here, and I need some advice. I know
what the people back at the office would tell me, but I don't think it
would be enough. I need someone with a little more imagination than
that."

"Okay, go ahead."

"We've been here all day, me and the accountants. They do their thing,
and at the end of the day, they tell me what's going on, along with a
written report. Before we started, I told them that their written
reports would be fine, but that in their verbal reports, I wanted to
hear the stuff that they weren't comfortable putting on paper - that I
had to know what was going on, and that nothing they told me would come
back to bite them."

"Sounds like a good idea, so far. So what happened?"

"Their written reports are all by the numbers. But what they told me, in
person, was that they were running into a lot of little problems."

"Such as?"

"Such as references to documents and files that they couldn't find. Such
as a lot of expenses - things that were just a little too high, and
happened just a little too often - not enough to raise red flags,
normally, but enough to raise a yellow flag, in these circumstances.
Such as people hanging over them, and just generally getting in the
way."

"And you need my help how?"

"I'm not quite sure what to make of all of it. Individually, these
things are minor - they happen all the time. It's the number of them,
and how often they're happening that's got me concerned. What I need is
for someone else to think it through, so I know if I'm being paranoid or
not."

"Okay. Let me think about it for a bit, and call you back. Go out and
get something to eat, and I'll call you in, say, an hour?"

"You got it. Uh, were the girls upset that I chased them off?"

"A bit. They're in the bedroom, being outraged at the moment."

She sighed, and said, "Okay. Let me talk to them again before I hang up.
If I don't, they won't have anyone to take it out on but you - and I
love you too much to let that happen!"

I laughed, and put the phone on hold while I went in to tell the girls
that Lucy wanted to talk to them again. While they marched out to see
what other indignity they were going to have to endure, I lay down on
the bed.

A few minutes later, they eased their way back in to lay next to me, but
didn't disturb me as I thought through what Lucy had told me. I ran
through a number of possibilities, trying to figure out how the things
she'd told me fit together - and what each of the situations I came up
might mean to Lucy, and her company.

After a while, Robyn started nudging me, and when I looked at her, she
told me "You're supposed to call Mom in ten minutes. She told me to make
sure I reminded you, if you were busy."

I thanked her, and she added, "Mom told us something was going on where
she was, and that she needed you to help her think about what it was.
That was why she didn't want us bothering you - so you could help her.
I'm sorry if I was being a turd."

"Me, too", Sandra added.

I thanked them for their apology, and they got up to head into the
living room.

I collected and organized my thoughts, and met Sandra as she was heading
into the bedroom to give me another reminder. I asked her to bring me a
beer, and told her that she and Robyn could share one, too, as long as
they were quiet while I was on the phone. She responded "Of course!",
and headed for the kitchen. She left the beer on the desk as Lucy
answered the phone, and when she heard me say Lucy's name, made a hasty
retreat to the couch.

I told Lucy "Okay, from what you've told me, I can only come up with
three possibilities. I don't have enough information - not your fault! -
to say which one it is. What I can do, though, is tell you what you need
to know, or find out, to help figure out which one it is."

"Okay, what did you come up with?", she asked.

"First possibility is that they're just nervous about the - what did you
call it? - audit, and how sudden it happened, or some other benign
reason. Uncalled for, maybe, but reasonable.

"Second possibility is that a few people, I'd say middle management or
so, have been making up their own perks along the way. Nothing major,
really, like systematic fraud, but not something to be ignored, either.
They know it, and are worried about being found out.

"The third choice is that one or more people near the top have been up
to something, and have issued the command that you're not to be helped -
if not outright blocked. That option raises some ugly possibilities."

"That's the one that I was worried about, but knew I didn't have
anything to pin it on. You said that you could tell me how I can find
out which one it is?", she replied.

"Sure. If it was me, I'd call in the rank-and-file types, and just tell
them that you're there as part of a normal audit, and that it was called
suddenly so your client could get a 'snapshot' of how things were going.
You're not looking for anything in particular, just the general
situation. If it's just nerves, they should settle down, and you and the
accountants can do your thing, just like always."

"What next?"

"If that doesn't help, make it clear that you're looking at middle
managers - particularly the nervous ones. If it's them, once it's clear
where your attention is, your accountants should stop tripping over most
of the lower level employees: they won't have any reason or motivation
to get in the way, any more, since it will be 'obvious' that you're on
to what's been happening."

"And?"

"If a change of focus doesn't do it, then I'd have to suspect the
executive level. You know where the problem is in an organization by
where the trouble stops. That's what you're trying to find out by
reassuring the lower levels, then focusing on the managers. There's
going to be some overlap because of office politics, but nothing
systemic like what you'd see with executives being involved. You know
what to look for, now. I trust that you can handle the HOW to look for
it - that's something I couldn't help with, any way."

She snorted, and said, "I'm not sure I believe that, but I'll take your
word for it. Yeah, I can handle the 'political' part of it. What happens
if it turns out to be the executives? How can I prove it's them?"

"In that case, you'll have to do a lot of computer work: finding missing
files, tracing what went where and when, tracking the order things
happened in, and so on. Think of it as a data autopsy."

"I've got no idea how to do anything like that."

"That's okay. Your company's computer people should be able to tell you.
If you don't understand something, ask them. If you still don't
understand, I'll try to explain. If the worst case turns out to be true,
then you might have another problem, though."

"What's that?"

"If these folks are up to something, there could be the argument made
that your company's IT people aren't impartial - you know, your client
is having a problem, so your people come in to help them, instead of
finding the 'truth'."

She sighed again, saying, "I hadn't thought of that one. You're probably
right. What then?"

"If it comes down to that point, you'll need to find someone else,
outside your company. I can make some recommendations, if you need or
want them."

"Yeah, I might."

"One other thing."

"What's that?"

"If it turns out that it is the execs having fun with someone else's
money, a couple of things have to happen. First, your company, and your
client, need to decide what happens - that is, do you prosecute the
offenders, get the money back, or both? Second, it's to your advantage
to make this whole thing as spotless and impartial and documented as you
can - run it like you were going to lay it in front of a judge, whether
you plan to, or not. There's no telling where it'll wind up, and it's
probably best to be ready for the worst."

"I already planned to do that. That's why I called you before starting
anything about it - so that I could figure out how to make it good,
however it turns out."

"That's the idea - everything you do needs to look like a reasonable
response to something that came before it."

"On the subject of coming" - she giggled at her joke - "did anything
happen last night?"

"Sure. We had pizza - but I told you that already, last night."

"No, you turd, I mean did anything happen AFTER that?"

"As a matter of fact, it did."

I waited a few moments, and as I expected, she got impatient and
demanded, "So what was it?"

"What was what?", I asked, innocently.

"What happened last night. AFTER we talked on the phone!", she answered,
getting testy.

"Oh, that. Sandra and I had a little fun, with Robyn's help."

"What fun?", then a pause, then "Oh. OH! You mean you? And Sandra?
Together?"

"Well, we sure weren't apart."

She snickered, and said, "Yeah, I'll bet. Have fun, you said?"

"Yup."

"Who had the most fun? How often or how many?"

"Just the one time. She had two, no, three after Robyn finished with
her. I had one."

"Messy?"

"As a matter of fact, no. It was already gone when I got there.
Misplaced, accident, or whatever happened, there weren't any
obstructions. Made it easier for both of us."

"Good for her! How is she?"

"A little sore, she says, but happy. Not too feisty today. Smiles and
cuddles a lot, though."

"I'll bet - I didn't feel like doing anything for three days after my
first time. You must be doing something right."

"I try to."

"Believe me, you do plenty right. You said Robyn was there? She didn't
get in the way?"

"Not at all. She helped get things started, and finished, but just
watched the rest of the time. Very considerate, actually."

"I'm going to have to let her stay with you more. Whatever else you're
doing to her, you're also being a good influence on her."

"Nah, I'm just polishing up what was already there."

"Bullshit. Before she met you, it was all I could do to get her to say
please-and-thank-you; it would NEVER have occurred to her to stay out of
anything like that, never mind actually doing it, if it had happened
before. So don't go pulling that modesty crap on me, mister."

There wasn't anything to say to that, so I didn't.

A moment later, she apologized, telling me "Look, maybe you don't think
you've had a positive influence on her, but I know different. I think
you do too, so just accept the compliment, and move on, okay?"

"Okay."

A few moments later, she said "Well, I think that's about enough for
tonight. Forgive me?"

"Nothing to forgive. You called it as you saw it; I can't take offense
at that."

"Love me?"

"Of course.", I answered, with feeling.

With that, she hung up the phone, and I headed over to 'my' chair. Robyn
started to get up, with the clear intention of sitting in my lap, but I
held a hand up, telling them "Before anything else, I want to let you
know what's going on. The people that Lucy has working for her are
finding what they think might be problems. Lucy wanted to talk to me to
see if I thought the same things about it that she did; and to see if I
had any ideas on what to do. Now, before you get your knickers bunched
up" - they were getting visibly agitated - "I want to tell you that
Lucy, herself, isn't in any trouble. The trouble would be for her
company's client. Again, Lucy isn't in trouble. She's the one finding
someone else's problems, and she's trying to decide what to do about it
to make it as small of a problem as she can. That's why she wanted to
make sure that you two little sex maniacs didn't bother me while I was
trying to think about her problem: so that I would be able to give her
the best answer I could. From what she told me about what's happening
there, I wouldn't be surprised if she calls again tomorrow, needing some
more help. If she does, I'll need to be able to concentrate on what she
tells me, okay? You're both cute as can be, sexy as hell, and fun to be
with - and all of that makes you a lot of distraction when you aren't
behaving yourselves. Okay?"

Both of them smiled at the compliments, and nodded solemnly at the
admonition to behave when I was on the phone.

That settled, Robyn got up and moved over to sit in my lap and cuddle,
with Sandra watching in approval. Again, they decided that they'd rather
talk than do anything else, so we spent the rest of the evening
discussing things that they were curious about. Perhaps halfway through
the evening, Robyn declared that she was hot and uncomfortable, and
climbed off my lap long enough to strip. When she was done, she stood
there staring at me until I followed her example. A bit later, Sandra
followed suit, so that the three of us were naked. Again, the subject of
sex was the main topic, but certainly not the only one.

That night, when we went to bed, Robyn and I bracketed Sandra; there was
a fair amount of groping and fooling around, but I think all of us
needed to finish resting up from the previous evening.

The next morning, I awakened to the smell of fresh coffee, and if my
nose didn't deceive me, french toast. After a quick pit stop, I grabbed
a robe and headed for the kitchen, where I found the two of them just
finish the process of making a healthy pile of - sure enough - French
toast. They shooed me out of the kitchen, telling me to have a seat in
the living room - breakfast was casual this morning. I barely had time
to get seated in my chair, when Robyn handed me a cup of coffee before
saying "Breakfast will be another couple minutes". I thanked her, and
took a sip - they'd done a fine job on the coffee, apparently grinding
some of the beans that I kept around for when I wanted fresh coffee.

A couple minutes later, as promised, Sandra appeared with a plate of
food for me, with Robyn right behind her with a tray to sit it on. As
Sandra was getting me set up, Robyn went into the kitchen and came back
out with a couple more trays for her and Sandra. The two of them
disappeared again long enough to get their own plates before sitting
down to eat. After the previous day's breakfast, I was a little more
confident of their abilities in the kitchen, but I was still surprised
at how well they'd done with the French toast; it's entirely too easy to
either under- or over-cook it, but they'd gotten it almost perfect.
Robyn got the TV started, with the volume low so that we could talk
without shouting, if we wanted to.

When breakfast was over, they teamed up again to clear the dishes and
trays; this time it was apparently Sandra's turn to load the dishwasher
as Robyn and I cuddled on the chair. When Sandra made her appearance
from the kitchen, Robyn got up from my lap, and they let me know that
they were planning on spending a little time at the pool, but also there
in the apartment that day. I agreed to their plans, and they headed into
the bedroom, where I found them spread out on the bed with some teen
magazines a few minutes later. I got dressed - with the two of them
unashamedly watching - and went back into the living room to go to work.
The rest of the day was nearly a repeat of the day before - they would
come and go, stopping to ask if I needed or wanted anything, but always
careful to avoid disturbing or distracting me. When lunchtime
approached, they asked me what I wanted, and I suggested something
light. A half hour later, when they told me it was ready, I was
pleasantly surprised that they'd decided on peanut butter and jelly,
with chips on the side. It had been a LONG time since I'd had a PBJ, so
it was a light, pleasant treat. Despite their protests, I cleaned up,
and went back to work as they retreated to change into their suits
before heading for the pool.

I got sufficiently wrapped up in what I was doing that I didn't notice
the time until they came back in late afternoon. Surprised at the time,
and pleased with how much progress I'd made, I offered to take us out to
any place of their choosing for supper. They quickly decided on a fast-
foot chicken place, and went into the bedroom to change - coming out in
the shorts-and-halter outfits they'd first put on the day before. I
looked at them, and Robyn firmly informed me "It's too hot to dress up
any more. Besides, we just want to go through the drive-up window, and
take it to the park, so we can sit in the shade." It was a plan that I
couldn't argue with, really, so that's what we did - except that at the
park, the girls gave a fair number of French fries to the squirrels and
birds that congregated around us. Even after we'd finished our meal, it
was pleasant to sit there and enjoy the scenery and weather.

Eventually, though, the heat started to get to us, and we elected to
head back to my apartment to cool off.

We hadn't any more than gotten in the door when the phone rang - I
quickly answered it, finding that it was Lucy. When they heard me use
her name, the girls started to go into the bedroom.

"So, how did it go today?", I asked.

"Not so good. First thing this morning, I got our accountants together,
and asked them to try an be a little friendlier with the people that
they had to deal with; then I got the company's people together, and
talked to them like we discussed last night. They took it well enough,
but it didn't seem to make the slightest bit of difference - at lunch,
the accountants told me that they were still having problems in every
office. So I told about half of them to go ahead and start on the
managers. When we left today, they told me that absolutely nothing had
changed. As I asked, they were a little more descriptive in their
reports, so then I had something I could use as 'ammunition' to take to
my boss. I told him what we'd run into, and what I'd done and why. He
said it sounded like I did exactly the right thing. Then I told him what
I thought it meant, and said that if I was right, getting proof of it
was more than I or the accountants could do. He understood that, and
told me that he couldn't send any of our computer people because it
would look like a conflict of interest if they found anything. I told
him I'd thought of that, and wanted to hire a consultant for a couple of
days, to see if there was anything to my suspicions. He had to talk to
our client, and that he'd call me back in a few minutes. When he did, he
told me that the client was very worried about the situation, and had
okayed a consultant."

"So I take it you need me to give you some names, then?"

"No, actually, I told my boss that I knew someone that was very good
with a computer, and could let us know if there was anything to our
suspicions for a reasonable rate. Think you could spare two or three
days of your schedule for say, five thousand bucks a day?"

It took me a second to realize that she was offering me the job, before
I could respond, "I could make the time, and would, except for a couple
of things."

"What are those?"

"Robyn and Sandra", I told her.

"Oh, pooh. Bring them. It's been a couple of days since I've seen them,
and a change in scenery would probably do them some good."

"Fine - but with me gone, who'd be there for them if they needed
something?"

"I'm sure that between me, my assistant, you, and the hotel staff, we
can figure something out."

I could tell that she'd thought this through, and was determined to get
help - preferably mine.

I finally told her "Okay, I'll do it - but for a flat rate of ten
thousand. That way, there's no reason for me to milk the job, and if
there's anything I can do to help, you'll get your answer that much
sooner."

"Deal."

"Okay, let me make a couple of calls and see when I can catch a flight
out there."

"Already done. You've got reservations for business class leaving at
8:30 tomorrow morning."

"Pretty sure of yourself, aren't you?"

She laughed, and said, "That's why they're gonna pay me the big bucks.
Here's the flight info...", and went on to tell me the airline, flight
number, and terminal, finishing by saying "I'll be there waiting for you
when you get in. And please, make the girls wear decent clothes!",
making me laugh.

"Hell, tell them yourself. I know they want to talk to you, but we had
another talk last night, and they understand how important this is. I
don't think they're going to give you any argument about flying out to
see you."

She laughed, and said, "Okay, go ahead and put them on, Sandra first."

I put her on hold, and went in to tell Sandra that Lucy wanted to talk
to her - and earning myself a confused look from Robyn. Sandra quickly
went into the living room, and a couple minutes later, she swooped into
the bedroom to tell Robyn "You mom needs to talk to you." Robyn got the
message, so she thought, and quickly ran into the living room as Sandra
started to laugh, telling me "Lucy told me what you and her did when she
got her promotion, and said we should do it again." I laughed with her,
and we'd barely stopped when we heard Robyn shriek her pleasure at the
news, followed with a "Sandra, you are so in trouble!", getting us both
going again. We went back into the living room, and when Robyn saw me,
gestured that Lucy wanted to talk to me again. When I took the phone,
Robyn got a mischievous look on her face, and started to chase Sandra
back into the bedroom.

"Nice touch - she fell for it again.", I told Lucy.

She laughed, and said, "I heard. Somehow, I don't think the trouble
Sandra is in is going to be anything she'll object to."

"I expect you're right. So what's next?"

"Next, I'm going to call Sandra's folks, and let them know what's going
on. They were fine with the girls staying with you, but I don't want to
leave them out of the loop on something like this."

"Good idea. And after that?"

"After that, I try to figure out where this is going, and with your
help, how to fix it. Can you try to do the same, and we'll get together
with my people and my boss after you get here, so that we're all working
off the same page, okay?"

"Sure, be glad to. Uh, what makes me being a consultant official?"

"If you check your email, you should find a message saying that you've
been hired by my company for up to three days at the flat rate of ten
thousand dollars, for the purpose of determining if there are any
irregularities in the computer system our client insisted these people
use. The first day is the day after you fly out here, so you'll have
three full days to see what's going on before you have to let us know
what you think. If you can decide sooner, all the better."

"Do these people know who I am, and what I'm supposed to be doing?"

"Not yet. Tomorrow, I tell them that you're a computer security expert,
there to make sure that their system is secure, as our client requested.
If asked, the client will verify it. We're going to play it down, so
that you don't seem as important as you really are."

"Sounds good. And what about the girls?"

"I've told them how long I expect them to be here, and that I expect
them to behave, and why. They promised they would; but I'm counting on
you to keep them reined in until you get here."

"You've got it. Okay, I'll get them started packing, and I'll make
arrangements to get to the airport on time."

"Call Acme Limo - they're who we use, so if you just tell them it's for
our account, they'll bill us and not you. I'll leave them a message,
too, telling them that it's okay."

"Is there anything in this that you haven't thought of?", I asked,
teasing her.

"If there was, how would I know?" she asked, reasonably, before adding
"That's why I hired you as a consultant - you see and think about stuff
that wouldn't occur to me. Now, you'd better get in there and save
Sandra from whatever Robyn is doing to her. I'll get that message to the
limo, and get things set up here. See you tomorrow, right?"

"Tomorrow it is. I love you.", I said, and getting an "I know" before
she hung up.

I went into the bedroom to find that Robyn had Sandra nearly in tears
through the simple expedient of tickling her mercilessly. I thought
about it a moment, and decided what to do: pick Robyn up (she shrieked
in surprise), toss her onto her back on the bed (another shriek), and
blow a 'fart' noise in her belly - something that invariably reduced her
to hysterical laughter, just as it did now. A couple more 'farts', and I
released her with tears of laughter running down her face. Her recovery
gave Sandra time to get her wits back, too, so they were both reasonably
alert when I told them to go next door, and pack some clothes for our
trip. I emphasized that we would NOT be going to the pool all the time,
and that we WOULD be known as people that 'belonged' to Lucy, so I
expected them to pack, dress, and behave accordingly. That dampened
their enthusiasm, slightly, but they were still eager to do as they were
told.

While they were gone, I did my own packing: a suit, a couple pairs of
khaki-type pants, sports shirts, shoes, underwear, and my travel kit of
grooming supplies.

To that, I added my laptop, a few adapter cables, and the electronic
organizer I carried on business trips. I was ready to hit the road well
before the girls got back with a small suitcase each. At my request,
they readily opened them to show me what they were taking - the usual
undergarments, a couple of summer dresses, reasonably modest swimsuits
("It is a hotel, and hotels have pools, don't they?" Robyn declared in
justification), shoes, stockings, and a nice-but-not-fancy dress each
("In case we get to go out to eat", Sandra said). Each had also packed a
small selection of cosmetics, as well as their anticipated grooming
needs. Each also had a small package that I carefully ignored, knowing
that they would take along hygiene products, as well.

I told them that everything looked fine, and that they should put their
suitcases next to mine, in the closet. I also told them when our flight
was, and when we'd have to get up to make sure we made it to the airport
on time. They put their suitcases where I'd instructed, and showed me
the outfits they planned to wear on the plane the next day - simple, but
attractive, cotton dresses that would keep them comfortable.

I told them I needed to call the limo company, and let my customers know
that I'd be out of town for a couple of days, but that I'd be back in a
little bit. They nodded their understanding, and watched me leave the
bedroom. Back in the living room, I soon found the number for Acme Limo,
and asked to be picked up the next morning, telling them when my flight
was. They let me know that Lucy had already called, and that the bill
would go to her company. They also told me what vehicle would be there,
and what the driver's name would be. I thanked them, and after hanging
up the phone, went to my computer to compose email messages to my
clients, letting them know that I'd be gone, and when I expected to
return. I also gave my active client a status report, so they would know
that there wouldn't be any delays in my delivery of the code they
needed. That done, I set my email program up to give anyone else an "out
of town on business" response, and shut down the monitor, printer, and
other non-essential hardware. When I got back to the bedroom, I found
that Robyn and Sandra had both taken their clothes off, and had started
on what appeared to be a fairly passionate '69' session. It was both
fun, and erotic, to watch them, so I didn't do or say anything to
disturb them. When I knew they wouldn't have noticed me if I came
through with a marching band, I got up off the corner of the bed where
I'd been sitting, and took off my own clothes before sitting down again.

Robyn was on top, and the way they were situated, I could watch as each
of them did her level best to make the other as hot and bothered as
possible. My position was such that I had a slightly better view of
Sandra licking and sucking on Robyn's labia and clitoris; but from the
shine on Robyn's face, and Sandra's moans, I knew Robyn was giving as
good as she got.

As I watched them pleasure each other, my penis began to get harder and
harder.

Finally, Robyn 'won' by bringing Sandra to climax first, continuing to
lick and nibble on Sandra's clitoris even as Sandra continued to moan
her release. When Sandra finally got her breath back, she turned her
head, and saw me - I held my finger to my lips, and she nodded that she
would stay silent. Then she smiled as she saw me stand up, and move over
so that I was standing behind Robyn. A look of lust crossed her face
when she saw that I was erect, followed by one of eager anticipation
when she realized that I was planning on making love to Robyn - right
above her face, so she could watch the entire thing.

I put my hands on Robyn's hips, and she didn't seem to notice the
difference between my touch, and Sandra's. But she certainly noticed it
when she felt my erection pressing against the outside of her vagina -
she lifted her head from Sandra's crotch long enough to say "Oh, god,
yes! Do it, please!"

With a gleam in her eye, Sandra reached up to pull my penis down so she
could take it into her mouth and lick it, getting me nice and slippery
for my entry into Robyn. When she released it, it swung up, grazing
Robyn's clitoris, and causing her to grunt in pleasure. I reached down
and adjusted the angle, then began to press myself into Robyn -
eventually sinking into her in a single, slow, continuous push that
ended only when my scrotum was brushing against her clitoris. I glanced
down, and saw that Sandra's eyes were wide at the sight of what I'd
done, and what was happening before her. I could also see that the sight
delighted her, as well.

Taking Robyn's hips in my hands, I eased myself back out about half way
before pressing into her again. I paused a moment, then did it again,
and again. Robyn welcomed each thrust, rocking back slightly in welcome
to my movements.

Encouraged, I began a slow, steady pistoning movement that quickly had
Robyn's ample juices spread along my erection. Sandra lifted her head
slightly, and began tonguing Robyn's clitoris. To make room for her, I
shifted myself back a bit, so that she would have room without having my
balls slapping her in the face; still, I could frequently feel her
tongue on the underside of my penis as she continued her manipulations
of Robyn's clitoris. Between the two of us, we quickly got Robyn to the
edge of orgasm - and then eased her over the edge into a deep release.
As I felt Robyn tighten around me, I pressed myself into her as far as I
could; the tightening of her vagina around my erection was enough to
trigger my own climax as well. Sandra apparently saw my balls tighten,
and decided to lick my scrotum in time with the tightening; that,
coupled with what Robyn was doing to me, made my ejaculations all the
stronger, and more frequent.

There simply wasn't enough room in Robyn's vagina for my penis, and all
the semen that I'd unloaded into her; some of it was forced out to run
down the insides of her thighs, or onto my scrotum. Either way, Sandra
was there to lick it up, obviously savoring the mix of Robyn's flavor
and mine.

From the eager way that Sandra licked up the overflow from Robyn's
vagina, I knew that she'd want the rest. When my penis had shrunk a
little more, I pulled myself free of Robyn, only to have my penis
replaced by Sandra's tongue and lips as she did everything she could to
draw out what she hadn't gotten yet.

Rewarding Sandra for her efforts, Robyn quickly resuming her assault on
Sandra's clitoris and vaginal opening. I could tell what was going on
because I'd all but collapsed on my back on the bed, and could clearly
see what they were doing to each other. It was almost enough to get me
hard again.

Both of them were trying to get the other off, and both ultimately
succeeded, in nearly perfect unison - Robyn was the first to voice her
release, but Sandra joined her before Robyn's moan of pleasure ended.
When their pleasure had passed, Robyn almost literally collapsed on
Sandra - who seemed not to notice, or care. Out of consideration for
both of them, I gently pried Robyn loose, and turned her around, so that
they lay there, head to head. After a couple of minutes, Sandra managed
to turn her head, then lift it enough to kiss Robyn full on the mouth -
and getting a taste of her own essence in the process. Then she looked
at me, and smiled her thanks, before indicating that she wanted my help
in getting Robyn moved up next to me. Together, we managed to get
Robyn's head on the pillow, and I lay down on one side of her while
Sandra took station on the other. Together, we held Robyn for the couple
of additional minutes it took her to 'come down' from where her orgasm
had taken her. When she opened her eyes, and saw us looking down at her,
she smiled, and told us "That was wonderful. Thank you both for such a
good time!"

We grinned at her, and Sandra said, "It was my pleasure, too!", to which
I added, "What she said!", making Robyn grin back at us.

We lay there for several minutes, content to have made each other feel
so good, and happy with the physical contact that we were sharing. It
was Sandra, though, that finally spoke up, saying, "As nice as this all
feels, I'm getting kind of uh, sticky. How about if we grab a shower and
go to sleep, so we're not so tired when we get to the airport tomorrow
morning?"

Robyn and I agreed that it sounded like a fine idea, and the three of us
trooped into the bathroom for a long, hot, fun shower. By the time it
was over (due to lack of hot water), we'd all perked up some, and
changed the plan to include watching some TV before bed. I spread a
light blanket on the floor while Sandra pulled some cushions off the
couch for us to put our heads on; Robyn tasked herself with getting us
all something to drink. They gestured that they wanted me to lay down
first, and after I did, they lay next to me on their sides, so that they
were almost wrapped around me as we watched a half-hour comedy, then an
hour drama. By the time it was over, we were all ready for bed - they
headed off to the bedroom while I stayed up long enough to check the
weather for where we were going. That done, I went to bed, too - only to
find them already sound asleep in each other's arms.

When the alarm sounded the next morning, I quickly shut it off, so that
Robyn and Sandra could have a little more sleep - I rather suspected
that they needed it. I went into the kitchen, and got a pot of coffee
going, then got things together for a light breakfast of croissants and
jelly. About the time the coffee finished burbling, I knew that I'd have
to wake them up; so I went into the bedroom and gently nudged both of
them until their eyes opened. When they were able to focus on me, I told
them "Time to get up, sleepyheads. We've got a plane to catch,
remember?" That last bit was enough to get them motivated, and it wasn't
long before they were at the dining table with me, each with a cup of
doctored coffee and a croissant. I kept an eye on the time as they
chatted about the upcoming adventure - neither had ever flown before,
and they were both excited, and nervous, at the prospect.

Each had a couple of croissants with their coffee - about right, I
figured: enough to keep them from getting hungry too soon, but not so
much as to make them queasy on the plane. Myself, I packed down a couple
more than they did - last nights activities had whetted my appetite.

I finally told them that it was time to get dressed - that the limo
would be there to pick us up in TWENTY MINUTES. Both quickly finished
the crumbs on their plates, and knocked back the last swallow of their
coffee before rushing into the bedroom. I could hear the discussion as
they negotiated who got to use the bathroom - for makeup, of all things
- first. I followed them a couple minutes later, after loading, then
starting, the dishwasher. No sense coming back to dirty dishes, I
thought.

By the time I'd gotten my underwear and pants on, they'd managed to
apply the trace of makeup they thought they needed; there wasn't any
problem with me running my electric razor over my face and brushing my
teeth. That done, I finished getting dressed, and had time to down half
a cup of coffe before there was a knock at the door. I opened it to see
the promised vehicle, and the driver readily volunteered his name, and
who he was working for. Satisfied, I told the girls that the car was
there, and that it was time to leave - right NOW. I heard a little
scuffling in the bedroom, and a few moments later, both appeared with
their suitcase in hand. As the driver guided them to the car - an actual
limo - I got my own suitcase, and followed. With our luggage stowed, the
driver held the door for us. Moments later, we were off to the airport.

The girls were surprisingly quiet for most of the trip - between the
excitement of being in an actual limousine, and heading for their first
plane ride, they had plenty to keep them distracted. When we pulled up
to the terminal, the skycap was right there to take command of our three
small suitcases. I gave him the flight number and destination, and as he
got our bags tagged, I tipped the limo driver - $50, since he'd been on
time, gotten us there with plenty of time to spare, and done it with
grace and style. The skycap, after handing me the claim tickets for our
bags, got $20 - he'd been courteous, efficient, and most of all, good-
natured with the girls and their questions. I slipped him another $5,
and asked "Think our stuff could be loaded last?"; he nodded, knowing
what I was doing, and took the money.

With nothing but my shoulder bag to slow us down, we headed for the
counter to pick up the tickets Lucy had gotten for us. Surprisingly, the
lines were still fairly short, so it didn't take long for us to identify
ourselves, and get set up. Interestingly, the plane wasn't expected to
be that full, so the girls were each allowed a window seat, with me
occupying the aisle seat next to Robyn. Tickets and boarding passes in
hand, our next stop was a bathroom, to recycle some coffee. From there,
it was off to the boarding gate, by way of all the security checkpoints
we had to pass through. It didn't take us long, of course, since the
girls were armed with nothing more than good looks and sex appeal. I
carried only a small pocketknife that I dumped in the basket they
provided. My carry on bag revealed nothing of interest, either. No
bells, no alarms, and no hassle.

Once the hard part was over, we found a small newsstand where I bought a
paper to read, and the girls each selected a magazine they hadn't read
yet. With something to pass the time, the final stop was the boarding
area, where we would still have over half an hour before our flight was
called. Robyn and Sandra were trying very hard to be cool about it, but
I noticed that when they didn't think anyone was looking, they'd stare
at almost anything - up to and including the monitors that showed the
status of all the different flights.

Eventually, though, our flight was announced. The girls watched me, and
when I didn't jump up right away, kept their seats. A little later, they
made the second call, and I finally got up. They did, too, and we calmly
made our way to the gate, had our passes checked, and took our time
getting to the plane. We arrived just as the last of the Thundering Herd
(the folks that like to stand up in the cabin as soon as the wheels hit
pavement, for example) were finding their seats. We easily found our
seats, though the flight attendant had to chase a loose kid out of one
of them - Sandra's as it turned out. As the flight attendant ran through
the 'oh, SHIT' checklist (anything that happens that you'd need that
information, most folks will go 'Oh, SHIT - I should have paid
attention!'), the girls were careful to listen to her - even taking
notice of where the emergency doors were. I listened, too, but had been
on that model aircraft enough times that I probably could have given the
spiel.

That done, it wasn't long before they backed the plane up, and we made
our way to the taxiway. A few more minutes, and we were in position for
takeoff - and Robyn and Sandra were as nervous as I'd ever seen anyone.
Robyn visibly paled when the pilot finally hit the gas, and we started
down the runway; I could only guess that Sandra wasn't in much better
shape. Still, once we were airborne, and the plane leveled off, both of
them seemed to calm down considerably - though they still took an
extreme interest in anything outside the airplane. Normal enough for a
first flight, particularly at their age, but still amusing.

When the flight attendants drifted through with what they claimed was
food, both girls were too engrossed in what they were doing to express
any interest in something as mundane as food. I took their share, and a
cup of what turned out to be reasonably close to coffee. After a while
the newness of the situation wore off - after all, it wasn't like they
could go outside to look; and when you get right down to it, there isn't
a lot of statistical variation among clouds. Particularly when you're
looking at them from the side or top.

By that time, we only had an hour or so of flight left, so the girls
were able to pass the time with their magazines. Me, I spent most of the
flight thinking about what Lucy might be facing, and how to deal with
it. I'd pretty much gotten it all worked out when I heard the landing
gear come down. I noticed Robyn and Sandra both watching me, and smiled
at them to let them know that everything was fine. Reassured, they went
back to looking out the windows. From the corner of my eye, I could see
that Robyn would glance at me at each noise the plane made as we got
ready to land, but when I didn't react, she played it cool, as well. She
even reached forward to touch Sandra, in reassurance.

Soon enough, the plane touched down - both girls gave a start - and
ultimately made it's way to the jetway where I knew Lucy would be
waiting for us. Of course, the Herd were already standing, ready to bolt
out the door the moment it opened; Robyn and Sandra took their cue from
me, and waited patiently in their seats until the door opened. Only then
did I stand up, and pull my bag out from under the seat in front of me.
One of the Herd thought to run me over, but I kind of accidentally put
an elbow in his stomach, giving Robyn and Sandra time to get into the
aisle ahead of me. He gave me a dirty look that I pretended not to see.
When we cleared the gate, Lucy was there waiting for us - far enough
back to let people get by, but positioned so that we couldn't miss her.
Both girls ran to her, and the three of them were still hugging when I
got close enough to be included.

After the standard Question and Answer period (So, how was your flight?
What did they serve? Anything interesting happen?), we made our way to
the baggage claim area to see if our suitcases had taken the same plane.
We didn't hurry, and only had to stand around a couple of minutes before
the machinery kicked on. I eased us over to where the bags disappeared
into the wall; it's usually one of the few places where you don't have
to fight anyone off to reclaim your stuff.

It was at this point that the added tip I'd given the skycap paid off:
by loading our suitcases last, they were the first UNloaded. That meant
that they were on the first cart of baggage delivered to the claim area.
So by the time the first suitcase was ready to disappear behind the
wall, our three were appearing at the other end. Lucy saw them, and
commented on the good luck we were having; I almost hated telling her
what I'd done, and why. She gave me a wicked grin, and said "I'll have
to remember that, next plane I take!"

Suitcases in hand, we headed for the exit, after getting the tags on our
bags compared to those we held in our hands. When we got outside, I
wasn't surprised to see the courtesy van for the hotel we'd be staying
in.

On the way to the hotel, Lucy informed me that she'd gotten her room
changed, so that it was next to the two she'd reserved for us - one for
me, one for the girls. She also whispered in my ear that the center room
had doors leading to the other two, so whoever was in it could visit
privately with whoever was in the other rooms. She went on to tell me to
take the center room, so that I could spend time with her, or the girls,
without making it obvious to anyone in the hallway. I whispered back
that I thought it was time to knock off the pretending, and for all of
us to just fess up to what was going on. She looked startled, and said
she'd think about it. While she and I were talking, Sandra and Robyn had
been looking at the various sights, and asking the poor driver too many
questions too fast. He was visibly relieved when we pulled up to the
front door of the hotel. Lucy had already checked us in, so the only
thing to be dealt with was our luggage - something the bellhop was quick
to do. I discretely pulled Robyn aside, and slipped her a couple of
dollars, saying "for the bellhop". She looked confused, but took the
money - only to understand later when she saw me tip him after he
deposited my suitcase in my room.

When we'd had a chance to look over the rooms, and even check out the
plumbing, Lucy asked if anyone was hungry. The girls were still too
excited, but I figured a little something wouldn't hurt - besides, it
was a little after lunch, local time, and I wanted to get matched up
with the local clock. The girls went with us as we made our way to the
small café in the hotel; once there, and looking at menus, the girls
realized that they'd had too little for breakfast, and opted to make up
for the loss. As we waited, Lucy filled me in on what had gone on so far
that morning - and it didn't sound good. I told her some of what I'd
thought about on the plane, and together we planned on what we'd talk
about to her boss - who wanted to have a conference call with me, Lucy,
and their client, so that we were all starting from the same point.

About then, lunch arrived, and Lucy sat back, thinking, while the three
of us ate. When we were done, she gave them her company credit card,
added a tip to the bill, and signed it. That done, we headed back up to
the rooms, opening the doors between them. Lucy explained to the girls
that she and I had to talk with her boss and their client, but that she
didn't think that it would take too long. She wanted them to stay in
their room until we were done, but then we'd all go out and have a look
around the town. The girls readily agreed, and Lucy and I headed for her
room, closing the door between the girls room, and mine.

The hotel had provided her with a speakerphone, and she used it to call
her boss, who quickly took her call. She introduced us, and I filled him
in on what I would be doing, how I'd be doing it, and why. He understood
it easily enough, and told me that I sounded like just the person they
needed for the job. We chatted a couple more minutes before their client
joined in; another round of introductions, and things got going.

I asked the client to tell me what had prompted their request for Lucy's
presence. They filled me in on the history of how the company had
operated, and how things had started changing after their client hired a
new executive. Essentially, profits were down, expenses were up, and
they weren't making the money they expected, or should have been making.

That done, Lucy filled them in on what she and her accountants had found
- and not found - and let them know about some of the informal feedback
the accountants had given her the first day. Then she told them what
she'd done, and gone through, the second day. Finally, she told them
what she'd told me (I noted that she was careful to make it sound like
all of our conversations had happened AFTER she'd gotten approval for a
consultant). She finished by telling them what her suspicions had been,
and how - after talking to me - she'd narrowed down where the problem
might be. Then it was my turn again, as I explained to them in a little
greater detail than I'd given her boss initially what it was that I
would be doing, and how I would be doing it. A few times, Lucy spoke up
to fill in some of the details that she knew her boss, or their client,
would want - the role I'd play, and so on. When I was done, the client
and her boss were both silent for a little bit before they started
discussing what Lucy had told them, and what I'd proposed. It didn't
take them long to reach agreement, and we were given permission to go
ahead. The client asked if I needed to know how much money was involved,
and I politely told them that at that point, it didn't matter to me -
all that interested me was finding out if there was any chicanery going
on with the computer files. I went on to let them know that I was
perfectly willing to consider our deal complete at the point that I got
the answer to that question - that at that point, my sole concern was
the facts of what was happening in the computer system, nothing more.
Lucy smiled at the surprise her boss and the client expressed finally
telling them that I was telling them that I wasn't going in with any
preconceived notions of guilt or innocence - that I would follow the
facts, and nothing else. It seemed to be a novel concept to them, but
they accepted what she told them. That settled, they wished us well, and
ended the conversation.

The next thing for us to do was go and check on the girls - and finding
them exploring their room, and delighting in the richness of the
furnishings. I couldn't help but grin, though, when they asked Lucy what
the bidet was for - and all but laughed outright at the expression on
her face as she tried to explain. From there, Lucy herded us all into
her rental car, and gave us a tour of the town, pointing out various
sights. When we got back, we started for our rooms through the lobby; a
thought hit me, and I detoured to the concierge's office. There, I asked
him if Phil Waters still owned the Café Triomphe; he assured me he did.
I asked him to get us reservations for that evening, and he told me that
the Café was invariably booked for months in advance. I asked him to
give Mr. Waters a call, directly, and ask a specific question: whether
or not Muddy could rustle up some swill for Boomer. He looked at me
curiously, but assured me he'd do it. While this was going on, Lucy was
standing behind me, and listened as the concierge made the call. We
listened as he repeated what I'd told him, and see the surprise on his
face at the answer. He thanked the other person, and looked up at me
speculatively before saying "Mr. Waters instructed me 'Tell Boomer that
I can always toss a couple more grubs in the pot", and to show up
whenever you wished."

I thanked him, and the four of us headed for the elevators to take us
back to our rooms. As we were going up, Lucy looked at me strangely, and
said "When I came here the first time, it didn't take me long to find
out that Café Triomphe is the best restaurant in a five hundred mile
radius. I also learned that to get in, you had to make reservations
months in advance - sometimes as many as six. Now you waltz in, make one
call, and you're in there in nothing flat. What the hell is going on?"

"Phil 'Muddy' Waters was the guy that did most of the cooking in the
unit I was in, in the military. We called him 'Muddy' for a couple of
reasons - he's both black, and has the same last name as the old Blues
musician."

"Okay, so why were you called 'Boomer'?"

"Oh, that was just the name I picked up along the way."

She looked at me doubtfully, but didn't say anything. The girls had paid
attention to what was going on, since they'd picked up on the fact that
something special had happened. Lucy went on to ask me "Okay, so are you
going there alone, or what?"

"Of course I'm not going there alone. You and the two ragamuffins here
are going, too."

Robyn promptly got an indignant look on her face, and said "We are not
ragamuffins. We are dressed as YOU and MOM told us we should."

I laughed at her tone, and said "Yeah, and if I'd told you to bring
something fancy, and Muddy didn't still own the place, I'd have looked
like a complete idiot. Now you've got an excuse to go out and buy a
fancy outfit, and get all dolled up. I sprung this on you, so the bill
is on me. Besides, I don't think Muddy is going to let me pay for our
meal tonight, so I might as well use the money for something, even if it
is just YOU two."

At that, Sandra decided to get indignant, as well, saying "'Just' us
two? Well, if you're paying for it, then I guess we need to show you
that we're a little more than 'just' us two; and that we are NOT
ragamuffins, either!"

Behind them, I could see Lucy smiling at their reaction, knowing that
I'd been baiting them. Just then, the elevator reached our floor, and
the two of them huffed their way to their room as Lucy and I retreated
to her room. Once there, I told her "Once I found out that Muddy still
owned that place, I couldn't help teasing them about going there. I
trust that you'll take them out and make sure they get suitably gussied
up?"

"Of course", she answered, before asking "Don't you think I need to get
'gussied up' too?"

"Nope. You look pretty good to me the way you are.", I answered before
giving her a kiss.

"Well, YOU may think so, but I don't. While I've got them in the stores,
I'm going to get a little something for me, too. And you're going to pay
for it."

I laughed, and said, "Okay," before digging out my wallet, and handing
her a credit card.

She looked at me strangely, and asked "That's it? 'Okay'? You're not
going to tell me not to spend too much or anything?"

"Nope. I already trust your integrity and good sense. I know you're not
going to take advantage of me. At least, not financially."

She grinned at me, and said "Yeah, not financially. That leaves a lot of
room for other ways, though."

"Okay. Pick one, and it's yours."

She gave me a lecherous grin, and said, "Oh, I will, and it will be."

I grinned back, saying "OOOOOOO, I'm so scared. So scared, I'm going to
do a little work on my computer while you three are out shopping. Let me
know when you're ready to go out," then heading for my room.

I heard her laugh behind me as I closed the door between our rooms; a
few moments later, the phone in the girls' room rang. A couple minutes
later, I heard their doors open and close as they headed out to get
something to wear for the evening. When I heard that, I called up the
front desk, and arranged to have my suit cleaned and pressed. A couple
of hours later, I heard them return, and a few minutes after that, they
were off again. An hour or so later, they were back for the second time;
throughout the whole thing, I was careful not to ask where they'd been,
or what they'd been doing - I figured that when they wanted me for
anything, they knew where to find me.

Around six o'clock, I shaved, took a shower, and got ready to go out.
About seven o'clock, I heard the phone in Lucy's room ring; a couple
minutes later, I heard the girl's door open and close, then Lucy's. A
minute later, my phone went off; when I answered, I was told that they
were ready when I was - provided that I was ready then.

I knocked on the door between Lucy's room, and mine, and heard a little
scurrying before she told me to come in.

It wasn't enough time to prepare for what I found.

Lucy was in front, dressed in a gray silk outfit that make it clear she
was female. Strapless, deep-scooped in front to reveal her cleavage, and
skin-tight from bust to hips - without a panty or bra line to be seen -
it flowed from her hips to mid-thigh, revealing a pair of lean, smooth
legs that any woman would have been proud of.

Robyn was standing slightly behind her, on Lucy's right. Her dress was
white, and only slightly less revealing than Lucy's. It sported
spaghetti straps on the shoulders, with a skirt that revealed a pair of
long, tanned legs. No panty or bra lines for her, either.

To Lucy's left, and a little behind her, I could see Sandra - also in a
strapless number. It was black at her bust, turned filmy across her
midriff, and darkened again where it flowed onto her hips. Then it
dropped down to a filmy black skirt that did precious little to hide her
slender, muscular legs. Again, there was nothing to mar the lines of the
dress.

If they weren't nude under those dresses, they weren't far enough from
it to matter.

I could only stand there, my mouth hanging open, until Lucy asked "Is
this 'gussied up' enough for you?"

It took me a couple of tries before I was finally able to tell them
"*This is why I like girls!" with deep conviction.

All three smiled, and with a gesture from Lucy, all three made a small
pirouette, showing that none of the outfits had anything of substance in
back - Lucy's was bare to just above the crack of her ass; Sandra's was
bare to below her waist, and Robyn's dipped to the small of her back,
only a couple of small cords broadly lacing it together - making it
clear that not a one of them had a bra on. All three had obviously also
gone out for some serious beauty salon work - Lucy had gotten a little
trimmed off, so that it flowed to just past her shoulders. Robyn had
gotten hers cut a bit, too - it fell only to her shoulders, framing her
face wonderfully. Sandra, though, appeared to have done nothing more
than brush her hair until it fairly glowed like unpolished silver. For
the life of me, I couldn't decide which I wanted to do - take them out
for every other guy who saw us to be jealous, or to hustle the three of
them into bed, consequences be damned.

The decision was made for me when Lucy said "You're looking pretty good,
there, fella. You ready to be seen in public with us, or you just going
to stand there drooling?" - making Robyn and Sandra laugh.

"My first choice is to just stand here drooling, but if I don't show up,
Muddy's feelings will probably be hurt."

"Off we go, then", Lucy said.

As we passed through the halls, then lobby, of the hotel, I could hear
conversations pause as every male who saw them had his train of thought
derailed - often to the consternation of the woman he was with. I'd dare
say that more than a few husbands went home with sore shins, that night.

We made our way to Lucy's rental car, where she had me drive - "This
outfit is NOT designed to be driven in!" she declared - while she
navigated us to Café Triomphe. There, I pulled up in front, and left the
keys with the valet, who all but fell down when the three of them got
out of the car. Our walk into the restaurant was a near duplicate of
what had happened at the hotel - a bubble of silence followed us as we
made our way in. Once inside, it wasn't more than a minute before the
headwaiter gave me a look, then approached, asking "Sir? Would you be
Boomer?"

"Yes, I am. Or I should say, was."

"If you'll follow me, Sir, your table is waiting." - drawing us the
stares of most of those waiting, plus a few dirty looks.

He led us to a table that was obviously the best in the place, saying
"Mr. Waters will be with you in a moment, sir."

The headwaiter helped me get Robyn and Sandra seated; I gave him a look,
and he stayed away from Lucy. I hadn't any more than sat down myself
when a shadow fell over our table. I heard Robyn and Sandra gasp, then
Lucy. I turned to look, and saw that Muddy was there. At nearly 6' 8"
tall and pushing 300 pounds, bald, and black as the darkest night, he
made an impressive figure. He opened his mouth and said "Boomer, it's
been a long time!" in a deep, rumbling bass voice that would have made
Barry White cry. I stood up again, and tried to shake hands with him -
and got pulled into a hug, anyway. When he turned loose of me, I
discretely checked to see if he'd broken any ribs - even his muscles had
muscles, and sometimes he misjudged his own strength; deciding he
hadn't, I turned to introduce him to Lucy and the girls. Smiling to show
white, even teeth, he stuck a hand out to each of them, and when they
cautiously put a hand in it, leaned over to kiss it before telling them
how happy he was to meet them. During all of this, the headwaiter,
waiter, and other customers were watching this like I was some major
dignitary that they couldn't remember the name of.

With the introductions out of the way, Muddy turned to me and said, "I
heard you'd gone to college - what was it, Podunk University or some
such?"

I laughed, and answered "Yeah, something like that. I heard you'd opened
up some kind of greasy spoon, and were busy poisoning people. Looks like
you're doing okay for yourself, Muddy."

He laughed, and said "Yeah, no telling what some people will like",
making me laugh along with him, before he said "Looks like you're doing
pretty good yourself, there, Boomer. You still like steak?"

I gave him a look, and he laughed again, before turning to the girls and
Lucy, saying "If you lovely ladies don't mind, I've got some steaks that
I think you'll like."

All three looked at me, and I smiled and nodded, letting them know that
they wouldn't be disappointed. Looking back at him, Lucy said "I think
we'd be delighted, Mr. Waters."

Muddy laughed again, and said "Ma'am" - "Please, call me Lucy" - "Lucy,
there's no need for that Mister stuff with me. Me and Boomer here, we go
back a ways; just call me Muddy, like everyone else, okay? And that goes
for you two young ladies, too; I won't know you're talking to me, unless
you call me Muddy!"

All three of them smiled at him, and he turned back to me to say, "If
you'll excuse me a minute, Boomer, I got a couple things that need my
attention, but I'll be back."

I told him that was fine, and before he left, he signaled one of the
waiters, and told him "Ricky, this here is Boomer. He's my personal
guest. While he's here, you got nothing else to do but watch after him
and his ladies. If he ain't happy, I ain't happy. He says he wants your
sister, you call her a cab. He sneezes, you build him a fire. You got
me?"

Ricky's eyes got real big, and he nodded solemnly before looking at me
as though I'd just levitated off the floor. The headwaiter watched this,
and only nodded when Muddy looked at him before heading into the
kitchen. I sat down again, and Lucy and the girls only stared at me for
several seconds before another waiter appeared - this one with a dusty
bottle of wine. He wiped the label off and showed it to me, saying, "Mr.
Waters said that if you agreed to the steak, this was the wine I was to
serve. It's from his private cellar; one of three bottles that he was
allowed to buy that year."

I nodded, and he carefully opened the bottle before pouring a small
amount in my glass. I sipped it, letting it flow over my tongue - and
discovering that it was one of the finest, no, THE finest, red wine I'd
ever tasted. I paused only a moment before letting him know that it was
okay to pour. I watched as Lucy, then Sandra and Robyn, each took a sip
- and smile in delight at its flavor.

About that time, Muddy showed up again, saying "There, that's taken care
of - I remember how you like your steak, Boomer, but I need to know what
these lovely ladies prefer."

Lucy smiled at him, and said, "Medium-well, please", with Sandra and
Robyn nodding in agreement. Muddy smiled, and said "Excellent. Medium
well it is." Then he turned to Ricky, and asked "You still standing
there? Where's these folks appetizers?" in a good-natured tone. I'm not
sure that I had time to draw my next breath before Ricky was back, with
fresh-baked bread and rolls for us, along with a dish of what turned out
to be fresh-churned butter. When we'd each taken a roll, Muddy cautioned
us "Now, don't be eating too much of that - you're going to be wanting
to leave some room for these steaks."

I asked him what he'd been up to since I'd left our unit, and he filled
me in as I ate. When I was done, he asked me, and I told him what I was
doing. From there, we branched out into what some of the other guys were
doing. Right in front of God and everybody, he asked me if I was going
to marry Lucy - causing Lucy to choke and the girls to giggle before I
told him "Not yet". He turned to Lucy and told her "If Boomer doesn't
pop the question soon, you come look me up - I'll ask it for damn
sure!", making her blush.

About that time, we heard some music start, and a bit later, Muddy
turned to Lucy and asked "Lucy, if Boomer isn't going to ask you to
dance, I sure will. Would you like to join me on the dance floor?" -
catching her completely off guard. She looked at me, and I nodded,
before she told him "Muddy, I'd be delighted". She stood up, and he
gently guided her to the dance floor where he guided her around for a
couple of slow ones. When he brought her back, he excused himself again,
and Lucy watched him leave before telling me "You wouldn't think it from
looking at him, but he's incredibly light on his feet - best dancer I've
been with in a long time!"

I smiled, and said "Oh, I'd believe it. You forget, I served with him,
and I know how light he can be. You didn't hear him when he walked up to
the table, did you?" - and all three of them got thoughtful looks on
their faces.

I excused myself, and headed for the men's room; when I got back, Muddy
was there, telling them stories - apparently about me, judging from the
looks I got. As I was sitting down, he finished one by saying "So when
the Colonel asks us why we blew up the bridge the training brigade used
to cross the river, Boomer tells him 'Because it was ugly, sir!'" -
earning laughs from all of them - before adding "Cost me a month's pay;
but it was sure worth it to see the expression on the Colonel's face!"

Here, I chipped in with "Whatever he's telling you, it's a lie. You can
tell cause his lips are moving. It wasn't me, it was my evil twin,
Cedric." Robyn and Sandra giggled; Lucy gave me an appreciative look and
said "What he's been telling us is what a good guy you are."

"See? That proves my point", I said.

Muddy just grinned at me, and excused himself again.

The girls just looked at me as Lucy said "One of these days, you're
going to have to tell me just what it was you really did in the Army."

About that time, another waiter showed up with our steaks - the largest,
about 12 ounces, to me; the next, perhaps 8 ounces, to Lucy, then a
couple of 6-ouncers to Robyn and Sandra. They were still sizzling from
the grill, and were accompanied by baked potatoes topped with real bacon
bits and cheddar cheese, and salads.

We were left alone while we ate - something that I appreciated, since it
meant that I didn't have any distractions from savoring and memorizing
every bite I took. I don't know what he did to it, but that was the best
steak I'd had in years - flavorful, juicy, and actually tender enough to
cut with a fork. None of us was interested in conversation - we just
wanted to get ourselves wrapped around the food.

About the time we were sitting back from our meal, Muddy turned up
again, asking if everything was okay. Lucy and the girls could only
stare at him in wonder. I volunteered "Well, it was something of an
improvement over barbeque grubs."

Muddy all but fell over, laughing, before explaining to the others "We
were out on a mission, and it kinda ran long, so we ran out of food we'd
packed along. Pickings were kinda slim, so we finally had to settle for
some grubs we'd found in an old, dead tree. Understand, we were ready to
eat them, but weren't real happy at the idea, okay? Boomer, here, he
comes up with the idea of trying to do something to add some flavor to
them - kinda disguise the taste, right? We all see what we've got to
flavor them with, and about the only thing we've got left is some little
packets of ketchup, and some pepper. So I mix some extra pepper into the
ketchup to kinda make a barbeque sauce, okay? We dump the grubs in, cook
the whole mess, and chow down while it's still plenty hot - thinking
that if our tongues are scalded, it won't taste so bad. It didn't help
much, though. "Anyway, after we get back, a bunch of us are out
drinking, and get hungry. We wander into this barbeque joint, and Boomer
here asks them why there aren't grubs on the menu. They get upset, and
we finally wind up in a fight. Ever since then, we need to compare food
to something, we say it's better or worse than barbeque grubs."

Lucy and the girls had made a few faces during the story, but were
laughing pretty hard there at the end. Even the headwaiter and poor
Ricky were smiling, and looking at their boss in a new light.

Muddy gestures at Ricky, and a minute later, Lucy and I have a cup of
fresh coffee in front of us; Robyn and Sandra get hot chocolate. Then
Muddy says he'll give us a few minutes before he brings out dessert.
Lucy and the girls try to protest, but he just looked at them and smiled
before disappearing into the kitchen.

About the time we finished with our drinks, Muddy came out again, Ricky
right behind him with a tray. As Ricky put the plates in front of us, I
can see that we're getting strawberry cheesecake. Lucy eyes it for a
second, then picks up her fork to cut off a bit. She put it in her
mouth, chewed once, and her whole face lit up - prompting Sandra and
Robyn to follow her example; right down to the smiles of delight. I took
a bite, and must have smiled, too - all of them grinned at the
expression on my face. It was strawberry cheesecake, all right. With
fresh strawberries (not in season), and the cheesecake was the lightest,
tastiest thing I'd ever had. The next bite came a little faster.

Muddy just sat there, enjoying the expression on our faces as we made
short work of the delight he'd provided us. As we were deciding whether
or not to lick the plates, Ricky appeared again with more coffee and hot
chocolate, distracting us from embarrassing ourselves. Lucy told him
"That was incredible. Can I get the recipe?"

Muddy looked embarrassed (first time I'd ever seen it), and told her,
apologetically, "Sorry, Lucy, I just can't do that. But if you'll give
me a call, I'll be more than happy to get one to you any time you ask."

Ricky brought Muddy a cup of coffee, and the five of us sat there at the
table, chatting about almost nothing of consequence for probably half an
hour or more. Finally, though, I knew that we had to leave, if only so
that Muddy could try to make some money off that table that night. I
started to reach for my wallet when I didn't think Muddy was looking.
Without moving he said "Boomer, I sure hope you're reaching for a
sandwich, cause whatever you pull out of that pocket, you're going to
eat it."

"C'mon, Muddy, you know I don't take freebies."

"Ain't no freebie. If anything, I owe YOU. So just put your hands back
on the table where I can see 'em, and don't be making any fuss."

"How many times I gotta tell you, Muddy? You don't owe me anything"

Muddy looked at Lucy, and said, "This here is one stubborn dude. Saves
my life, and keeps telling me I don't owe him anything."

Lucy looked at him in surprise and curiosity; Robyn and Sandra just kept
switching their stares between Muddy and me, as if waiting for us to
fight.

Muddy saw the expression on Lucy's face, and told her "We were out on a
mission - the last one we were together, as it turned out. Things got
messed up, pretty bad. A mortar round lands kinda close, and messes me
up some. Boomer here, he patches me up real quick, before anything
serious falls off or slides out, and drags my black ass half a click to
our base camp. As if that isn't enough, he's dodging enemy troops, and
plugging the rest of the holes in me along the way. I didn't know till
later that a mortar fragment hit him in the leg so he could barely walk
by himself, never mind dragging me all over hell and gone. Anyway, he
gets me back, and then goes out and pulls in a couple of the other guys,
too. Man, that was some kinda screwed up mission."

Sandra and Robyn were looking at him, and when he noticed it, rolled up
his shirtsleeves to show them a few scars before opening his shirt a
little ways and showing them some more, telling them "It looked a lot
worse, back then", with a grin.

Lucy was looking at me, as were the girls, as I told him "Dammit, Muddy,
I told you: I was just saving MY ass; you were just close enough to get
in on the deal."

Muddy gave a wry laugh, and said "Yeah, yeah, yeah. Well, tonight, it's
my turn - I was making ME happy, and YOU were close enough, friend."

That said, he stood up, and stuck out his hand. I stood up, too, and we
shook hands - then gave each other a hug before he quickly headed back
into the kitchen. Ricky and the headwaiter were watching me, as were the
girls and Lucy. The best I could do was give them a lopsided smile as I
gestured that we could leave. I tried to tip Ricky and the headwaiter,
but both flatly refused, thanking ME, instead.

We were the center of another Zone of Silence as we left; back outside,
the valet managed to fiddle around long enough to get a bonus 20 seconds
of watching Lucy and the girls before I got the keys from him.

All three of them were quiet on the way back to the hotel; only when the
doors closed on the elevator for our ride up did Lucy finally say, "You
are one surprising son of a bitch, you know that?"

Surprised, I looked at her and asked, "Who? Me?"

"Yes, you, you son of a bitch."

"What'd I do?"

"It's what you DIDN'T do, bastard."

"Okay, what didn't I do?"

"You were obviously involved in some pretty scary stuff while you were
in the Army. But you don't say shit about it. Not even mentioning that
you'd done anything serious, like saving someone's life. Yeah, you told
me you were in the Army, and yeah, you told me that you'd gotten some
self-defense training. But you never said a damn thing about any of the
rest of it."

"Didn't figure it mattered. Like my buddy Popeye says 'I am what I am';
I don't figure the how and why of it are as important."

That got me a dirty look, followed with "Yeah, but that's still the kind
of stuff that people close to you should know."

Sandra and Robyn were watching this with considerable interest - but
being careful not to draw attention to themselves.

I asked Lucy "Honestly, now, if I had told you about any of this before,
would you have taken it as bragging, or as simply telling you about
myself?"

That slowed her down, some. I could see her thinking it over for a bit
before she hesitatingly admitted "I don't think I would have taken it as
bragging; but I probably would have thought you were just trying to
impress me."

"So not saying anything about it, and letting you find out about it on
your own, was a bad thing?"

That settled her down some more, and I just stood there looking at her,
waiting for her response. She finally blushed, and conceded "No, it
wasn't. Not a BAD thing. Just really, really surprising." She thought a
few more moments, then added "It's like finding out you're not who I
thought you were."

"Perhaps I'm not. But am I better, or worse than what you thought? Did I
somehow mislead you into thinking what you did?"

Grudgingly, she said, "No, you didn't do anything to mislead me. If
anything, all you've done has been to try to get me not to mislead
myself. And you're a LOT better person than I thought you were. I guess
that's why I'm so mad - not really at you, but at ME, for being so
mistaken about you, and not giving you the credit that I knew you
deserved."

She started leaking around the eyes about the time the elevator door
opened; I took her in my arms, and guided her and the girls toward her
room. At the door, she fished the keycard for her room out of the small
purse she'd been carrying. I handed it to Robyn, who used it to open the
door; she and Sandra followed us into Lucy's room. We hadn't any more
than closed the door before all three were shedding their shoes; a woman
thing, I could only guess as I eased Lucy toward one of the chairs by
the smallish table in her room, and then took one on the other side.
Robyn and Sandra both discretely found seats on Lucy's bed.

After a bit, Lucy looked up at me, and said, "I'm sorry. I knew that
there was more to you than you've shown so far, and I knew you were a
better person that you've let on, and I knew you weren't the kind of
person to brag or anything like that. It's just that when Mr. Waters, I
mean Muddy, told us what you did, it scared me - thinking that you might
have been hurt or killed back then, and I'd have never known you. And
being scared made me mad, and I took it out on the wrong person when I
really didn't have to be scared or mad, either one."

I reached out to her, and she put her hand in mine, as I told her "It's
okay, Lucy. What's already happened is over with. I don't do that stuff
any more, and I'm not in any danger - except maybe loving you, and
Robyn, too much. There's more stuff that I haven't told you for a couple
of reasons. First, some of it I can't talk about, for reasons I'll
explain. Second, some of it is just stuff that I really don't think
makes any difference, or at least, SHOULDN'T make any difference."

"Why can't you tell me some of it?"

"Because I was in the Army Special Forces. You've heard of the Delta
Force, right?"

She nodded, and I went on "Well, I was doing stuff kind of like that.
Sometimes I had to go places and do things I can't talk about. What I
did is probably not so secret now, but until someone officially tells me
that, I have to follow the rules, okay?"

She nodded, and I continued by telling her "While we're kinda on the
subject of honesty, I guess I should tell you that I did some other
stuff that you might think was dangerous, too. I mean, aside from being
in the Army kind of stuff. For example, I jumped out of airplanes a few
times. Fortunately, they let me wear a parachute when I had to do that."

That last bit made her smile, and the bit about the parachute finally
made her laugh, a little.

She sat there for a couple of minutes, deep in thought, as the three of
us watched her. Finally, she looked up at me, then turned to look at the
girls. She turned her chair a bit, so that she was more-or-less facing
all of us, and said "Well, if tonight's the night for truth, then I
guess there are a few things I need to say."

She looked at Robyn and Sandra and said "The first truth is that I know
you two have been making love with him."

Robyn and Sandra both turned white as sheets before she went on to say,
"It's okay. You're not in trouble, and I'm not going to say anything to
your parents, Sandra. I just want you to know that I know, and I'm okay
with it. Hell, I've been making love with him, too, as I'm sure you both
know, or have guessed. I'm just glad that you both had enough sense to
find someone like him that would be patient and gentle and caring as I'm
sure he was."

Both of them were sitting there, jaws working, but no noise coming out,
as she told them "In fact, I kind of envy you. When I was younger, I
lost my cherry to a guy that wasn't ANY of the things he is. It hurt,
and I was sore for DAYS afterward. In fact, it was a long time before I
could really enjoy making love, and really understood what a wonderful
thing it could be. Even more important, it was a long time before I
found someone that I was comfortable with, someone that I could trust,
someone that I could just be with and not have to worry about what
either one of us was doing or thinking. That someone was HIM. So I
understand, very well, what it was like for you, and what made you want
him to be your first."

By this point, Robyn and Sandra had finally managed to stop looking like
fish, but were still pretty much in a state of shock.

Lucy looked at Robyn, and said "Robyn" - Robyn pulled herself together
enough to look at Lucy - "I don't know when you lost your cherry. I
don't care when you lost your cherry. I think I know who you let have
it, but I don't need to know the who or how or when. What matters to me
is that you're HAPPY; that you're happy with the same man that I'm happy
with only makes it better, in a way - I know that if he makes you even
half as good as he does me, then you're doing better than I had any
reason to expect, or hope for."

Next, she looked at Sandra, and said, "As for you, it's not for me to
say anything to you about when you give someone your virginity, who you
give it to, or why. The only ones that would have any reason to say
anything would be your parents; if it mattered enough to them, they
would have said something to you about it before now. If it doesn't,
then it's not up to me to enlighten them."

"There are a couple more things I need to tell BOTH of you. First of
those is that I expect that the two of you have been having sex with
each other - that is, making love."

Both turned white, again, then blushed furiously, before she went on by
saying, "Second, I don't mind." - they went from blushing to absolute
amazement in zero seconds flat - "If it feels good to you, and no one is
getting hurt, then go ahead and have fun. I only ask that you be
careful: there are still too many people out there that think that some
kinds of love and pleasure are somehow 'wrong', and would want to hurt
you because of what you have together." She paused a moment, sighed,
then went on "When I was younger, I had a chance to find out what you
two have. A small bit of bad timing ruined it for me, and I've been
sorry about it ever since."

Robyn and Sandra were openly staring at her as she went on to tell them
"Yes, I said that I almost did it, too." She stood up, then, and did
some kind of complicated shrugging movement that apparently broke the
vacuum seal between the dress and her skin: the dress started to fall
away from her as she caught it, then let it drop to the floor, standing
before us with only a pair of stockings on. She went on to say "I know
that I still look pretty good, but I don't know if I look good enough -
and the though of having my first girl lover turn me down scares me too
much to try and find one now."

Robyn and Sandra both stared at her, openly, as I watched the three of
them. First Robyn, then Sandra, finally broke their gaze from her body
to her face, then her eyes. The three of them shared some silent
conversation; Robyn and Sandra looked into each others eyes a moment,
then, in unison, stood up. Each helped the other unfasten and unzip
before they let their dresses pool around their feet to stand naked and
unafraid.

Another silent communication between Robyn and Sandra before Robyn said
"Mom, I think you look great", with Sandra adding "If you, uh, still
want to find out, you know, what another girl is like, you can find out
with me, if you want." Robyn followed that with "Me, too. I love you,
mom."

Lucy turned to look at me, tears in her eyes; I simply smiled and
shrugged, saying, "You've got your chance. Take it, or not - I'm staying
out of it, either way."

She nodded her understanding and acceptance, and looked again at her
daughter, and her daughter's friend.

Seeing only nervous willingness in their eyes, Lucy finally stepped out
of the puddle of her dress, and moved toward them, raising her arms.
They raised theirs, in response, and the three of them finally embraced.

When they finally released each other, Lucy paused a moment, then turned
to face Sandra. A moment's hesitation, and she leaned forward a bit to
finally kiss her daughter's best friend, full on the lips. Even from
where I was sitting, I could see it as their kiss started with affection
before moving to excitement, then arousal. Sandra reached up and
haltingly put her hand on Lucy's breast; when no protest came, she
quickly cupped it, feeling its greater weight, and firmness. Somewhat
reassured, Lucy moved her hand to Sandra's breast in return, and after a
few seconds, began caressing and fondling it. A few seconds after
Sandra's movement, Robyn followed suit. She seemed to marvel at the size
of her mother's exposed breasts, and delight in their weight and
texture. When Sandra and Lucy's kiss finally ended, Robyn cautiously
moved in to collect her own kiss. Lucy was equally nervous, but when
their lips touched the first time, the fear and hesitation quickly
dissipated: Lucy didn't delay in putting her other hand on one of
Robyn's breasts, caressing it and running her fingers over it's erect
nipple. When their kiss broke, Lucy raised herself up again, releasing a
sigh of relief - followed by one of pleasure as each of the girls took
one of her breasts in their mouth, sucking on both her nipples at the
same time.

After a few seconds, Lucy turned her head to look at me - and finding
that I was still dressed, and still in the chair I'd been occupying. I
smiled at her, and gestured that she should go ahead. She smiled back,
and mouthed 'thank you' toward me before turning her attention to the
two young girls in front of her. After that, none of them seemed to take
the slightest notice of me.

After a couple of minutes, the girls came up for air, and the three of
the shared a round-robin of kisses before Robyn and Sandra parted,
inviting Lucy to get on the bed. I could see the nervous anticipation on
her face as she climbed to the middle, then moved onto her back, looking
up at the youngsters.

As they got on the bed with her, Lucy told them "All I ever did before
was touching, you know, on the outside. I- I- I want to see what you do,
first, if that's okay."

Both of the smiled at her, and Sandra answered "That's okay, Lucy. How
about if we start, and then when you're ready, you can kind of ease into
it with whoever's closest?"

Robyn added, "Yeah, mom, it's okay. We didn't just start of doing all
this stuff, either." with a grin.

When Lucy nodded her acceptance of what the youngsters had said, Robyn
and Sandra turned to each other to share a deep, passionate kiss as they
caressed each other's bodies. In only a couple of minutes, their lips
were on each other's breasts, their hands at each other's crotch. Lucy
reached out to touch, then caress, their thighs as the two youngsters
continued to please each other. Finally, they lay on the bed, careful to
make sure that Lucy had a good view as Sandra lay on her back, with
Robyn sucking on her nipples as Robyn began dipping her fingers into
Sandra's womanhood. Lucy could plainly see the distended labia,
glistening with Sandra's arousal, and the nubbin of Sandra's clitoral
hood as it rose up in proportion to Sandra's excitement. Lucy also
noticed that Sandra had a hand in Robyn's crotch, and that both girls
had visibly tightened breasts with erect nipples. Plainly, Lucy's
presence neither dampened their enthusiasm for each other, nor the
resulting arousal.

It was about this time that I realized that if I stayed, there wasn't a
chance in hell that I'd be able to stop myself from joining in at some
point; I didn't want to do anything to get in the way of Lucy's first
time, so I quietly and carefully got up and went to my own room, closing
the door softly behind me. Later, each of them privately told me bits of
what had happened...

Lucy twisted herself around a little bit to get a slightly better view
as Robyn began kissing and licking Sandra further and further down her
body - plainly making her way toward Sandra's pelvis. Lucy reached out
again, and began softly stroking Sandra's thigh as Robyn finally reached
her goal, and dipped her tongue between Sandra's labia. As Robyn
continued her attentions to Sandra's vaginal opening and clitoris, Lucy
worked up the nerve to extend her touch to include Sandra's pubis -
running her fingertips through it, and marveling at it's soft lushness.
So fascinated was she that it took her several seconds to realize that
there was a hand doing much the same thing to her own bush - a quick
check revealed that in moving to get a better look, she'd moved to
within range of Sandra's hand, which was now making a slow approach to
her own wet opening. Almost without thought, she spread her legs so that
Sandra would be able to reach her target.

The first touch of Sandra's fingertip on her clitoris almost pushed Lucy
into an orgasm - and the feel of Sandra's slender digit finally parting
her inner lips made her more excited than she remembered ever being
before. She could feel how tight her areolas were, and her nipples felt
like little pebbles perched on the tips of her breasts.

As she became accustomed to Sandra's touch, Lucy moved again, slightly,
to get a closer look at what her daughter was doing with her mouth and
tongue - only to see Robyn's lips wrapped around Sandra's clitoris, with
Sandra's vaginal lips pursing in time with what Robyn was doing. The
sight excited her tremendously, and without thinking, she slid her hand
forward to slide a finger through Sandra's slit, both feeling the
delicacy of the extended lips, and collecting a sample of Sandra's inner
fluids. She put her thumb to her finger, feeling how light and oily
Sandra's secretions were, then put her fingers to her nose, sampling the
aroma. She found it to be much like her own, but different, too -
lighter, somehow, and more delicate. Again, without thought, she put her
fingers in her mouth, only realizing what she'd done when her taste buds
informed her of Sandra's spicy/sweet flavor. Deliberately, she repeated
her actions, even going so far as to actually FEEL Sandra's inner lips,
and how thin they were, before collecting a goodly sample of the juices
she sought. She again smelled them, only briefly, verifying how much the
scent appealed to her, before putting her fingers in her mouth again to
determine if she really liked the taste.

She did.

She liked it a lot.

That settled, and her mind finally at ease with the idea of actually
having sex with another female, Lucy didn't hesitate any longer to ease
her way toward Sandra's pelvis, pausing along the way to sample Robyn's
breast - and finding herself both pleased, and proud, of it's size and
firmness. She continued licking and sucking Robyn's breast for a couple
of minutes before remembering her initial goal - finally releasing
Robyn's nipple from between her lips, she lowered her head next to
Robyn's and whispered "Can I?"

Robyn turned to her and smiled, whispering back "Sure! You'll like it!"
- to which Lucy simply replied, "I know."

When Robyn had raised her body enough, Lucy moved in the last couple of
inches, and extended her tongue, drawing it up between Sandra's
slickness before letting it draw several circles around Sandra's now
erect clitoris. Sandra moaned in response, and that was the last
encouragement Lucy needed: she quickly fastened her lips on Sandra's
opening, and began licking and sucking on Sandra's labia and opening in
a soft, rhythmic pattern, pausing every so often to form a rod with her
tongue that she used to penetrate Sandra's opening as far as she could,
getting an assortment of moans and gasps in reward.

Even as Lucy decided to shift her focus from Sandra's vaginal opening to
her clitoris, she felt the hand leave her crotch - only to be replaced a
few seconds later by a very talented mouth and lips: in just a few
seconds, the attentions she was received were making her hotter and
hotter, well on her way toward an orgasm. She tried to push her release
away, so that she could continue to sample Sandra's delights. But then
she had a realization: she was still at Sandra's crotch, and that Sandra
hadn't moved. Sandra wasn't in any position to do anything but touch her
- which meant that the one bringing her such pleasure could only be...
her own daughter! The thought of that, coupled with the stimulation she
was receiving, was more than enough to push her into an orgasm - even as
her pelvis moved in time with her release, Robyn's lips stayed glued to
her sex, softly sucking what must have been a flood of juices as wave
after wave of pleasure washed over her.

With the passing of her orgasm, Lucy was able to again focus on the
object of her desire - and quickly resumed her attentions to Sandra's
womanhood. She felt a stirring on the bed, and glanced up to see that
Robyn - face glistening with HER juices! - had moved over Sandra's
mouth. She could see the edges of Robyn's lips where Sandra's tongue
moved between them; and Robyn's erect clitoris was clearly visible
behind the cloud of her pubic hair. The sight and thought of it only
aroused Lucy again, and prompted her to redouble her efforts to bring
Sandra to climax. She quickly took Sandra's clitoris into her mouth, and
began a soft, steady sucking on it while she fluttered her tongue across
its sensitive surface; Sandra's response was a deep, passionate moan
into Robyn's crotch, along with an arching of her back to try and get
even more stimulation on her clitoris.

Lucy stayed with her, though, continuing her activities, bringing Sandra
closer and closer to the edge. Then, when she felt that Sandra was about
to fall into the abyss, she slowed her actions, then stopped them, so
she could again sample Sandra's female nectar. Sandra gave a small groan
of disappointment before taking her frustration out first on Robyn's
labia and vaginal opening, then when she'd calmed down a bit, Robyn's
clitoris. It wasn't but a couple of minutes before Sandra had managed to
bring Robyn to the very edge of climax; she held Robyn there for several
long seconds, then bit - ever so softly - Robyn's clitoris, driving
Robyn well and truly over the edge, all but screaming her pleasure.

Lucy heard Robyn's voice, and knew what had happened - that thought,
too, aroused her, and she decided that Sandra was to receive as good as
she'd given. Lucy again took Sandra' clit between her lips, and began a
firm, gentle circling of it as she applied a soft suction to it, as
well. As she felt Sandra again approach orgasm, she slowed, but didn't
stop, her actions; using the reduced speed to greatly intensify Sandra's
pleasure, and the power of her orgasm when it happened. Which was about
another fifteen seconds - Lucy looked over Sandra's belly, and between
her breasts, to see that Sandra was completely frozen in a silent scream
of release; that was followed by a deep gasping breath before the next
wave took her over. Another gasp, another spasm. One last gasp, and
Sandra was finally able to loose a deep groan of satisfaction and
pleasure as Lucy moved her mouth down to collect the remaining nectar
from the flower of Sandra's womanhood. Lucy smiled to herself as she
remembered a bumper sticker she'd seen once: "Be healthy - eat your
honey". It had a whole new meaning to her, now.

When Sandra had gotten her breath back, Lucy released the hold she had
on Sandra's thighs, and moved to lay on her back, her head on a pillow.
The girls quickly moved up to lay next to her. She turned to kiss each
of them in turn, and smelled her own scent on Robyn's face, and Robyn's
on Sandra - and when two youngsters raised up to give each other a kiss,
she knew that Sandra could smell HER on Robyn. When the girls lay down
again, she put her arms around them; they quickly moved her hands so
that each cupped one of the girls' breasts. A slight pressure on her
hands was all she needed to know that they were encouraging her to touch
and feel them - even as they were each reaching a hand out to do the
same with one of her breasts. She was fascinated at how similar, yet
different the two sets of breasts were - Robyn's, slightly smaller, but
very firm, and with distinct areolas and nipples; and Sandra's, a bit
larger, more cushiony than firm, with (by touch) barely detectable
areolas, and smaller, harder nipples. Both sets were smooth and clear of
blemish or disfiguration. She could only wonder at what they thought of
hers - not knowing that both girls, unknowingly, shared the same delight
in her different texture, and awe at her larger size.

They lay there for several minutes before Sandra looked up at Lucy to
say "I think you did pretty good - for a beginner!" teasing her. Robyn
spoke up then, adding, "Yeah, I'll bet she'd do real good, with some
more practice!"

Lucy laughed a bit, before telling Robyn "You really surprised the hell
out of me, when you, uh..."

"Used my mouth on you?"

"Well, yeah."

Sandra said, "Um, Lucy, it's okay. She's done it to me, I've done it to
her, and YOU'VE done it to ME. It's no big deal, except that it feels
good - and Robyn and I like doing it. You did, too, judging from how you
made ME feel. So there's no reason to be embarrassed or anything, okay?"

Lucy blushed slightly, and nodded. Though an adult, the newness of the
experience, and age of the other participants, had her feeling - and
reacting - like she was their age, again.

They lay there like that for several minutes before Robyn got a
mischievous look on her face and started sliding her hand down her
mother's belly, toward Lucy's pelvis. Lucy couldn't fail to notice it,
and watched with a rapidly increasing arousal as Robyn's hand edged ever
close to the center of her desire. When Robyn's hand finally brushed
against her pubic hair, Lucy couldn't help herself any longer, and began
to reach for Robyn's in return. Robyn felt her touch, and didn't
hesitate to turn herself around so that not only could her mother reach
her, but so that she could look the final destination for her hand, as
well.

With the change in Robyn's position, Lucy could not only touch Robyn's
pelvis, but look at it, too - and found the sight both beautiful, and
erotic: thin, slightly extended labia, still glistening slightly from
her orgasm, they parted slightly when Robyn moved; Robyn's clitoral hood
was visible at the top juncture.

As Robyn ran her fingertips through Lucy's lush bush, Lucy was making
her first contact with Robyn's - and finding it as soft as the fur on a
cat's belly. She delighted in the texture of it, and how easily her
fingers moved through it, before allowing herself to let her hand drop
to the core of Robyn's sexuality. There, she finally dared touch the
parts of Robyn that Robyn was touching on her - tracing the delicate
folds of Robyn's inner lips, feeling the warmth of her core, the
softness of her sex, the ample wetness that Robyn was starting to
release. Gently, softly, she dipped a finger into the shining oils that
Robyn made - even and Robyn was doing the same to her! - pleased by how
thin and light they were; then she slowly moved her hand up, first
sniffing the scent that she knew must be there, and finding it -
slightly musky, yet slightly sweet at the same time. Lucy felt her mouth
water at the thought of it, and readily moved her fingers to her mouth,
where she let her tongue slip from between her lips to take a first,
tentative taste of her own daughter's secretions. Finding them
delicious, she quickly put her fingers in her mouth, cleaning Robyn's
taste from them thoroughly before extending her hand to collect another
sample.

She repeated her actions a couple more times, before finally deciding to
taste them directly from the source - she turned slightly, and rolled
over onto her side, putting one foot on the bed so as to leave plenty of
room for Robyn's head. Robyn followed her example, and Lucy paused to
kiss the soft inside of Robyn's thigh before closing in far enough to
extend her tongue to make her first intimate contact with Robyn.

Lucy heard Robyn moan in pleasure as she slowly drew her tongue upwards,
collecting a fair sampling of Robyn's essence along the way. Robyn's
reaction, and the taste of it, was all she needed to encourage her to do
it again. And again, and again, and again. In short order, she was
licking at Robyn's womanhood as though it were an ice cream cone - only
tastier, and a lot more fun. As she continued, Lucy felt Sandra moving
next to her; it didn't surprise her at all when she suddenly felt two
hands caressing her exposed crotch - it only doubled her pleasure.

As the next few minutes passed, Lucy could tell that Robyn was getting
more and more aroused - her moans became more and more frequent as her
secretions all but drooled from her opening, and her labia extended even
further in response to Lucy's teasing. With Robyn's increase in arousal,
Lucy's increased, as well - she could feel her vaginal entrance opening,
and imagined that she could feel her wetness leaking out of her. As her
excitement increased, so did the attention her pelvis got - she wasn't
sure which one was the cause, and which was the effect...

It wasn't much longer before Lucy could tell that Robyn was close to
orgasm - but somehow unable to quite get there. Lucy knew just what to
do - and did it. Taking Robyn's clitoris between her lips, Lucy began
tugging on it, as though milking it, as she quickly fluttered her tongue
across it's top. Robyn's groan of pleasure let her know that her efforts
were having the desired effect. It took only a minute or two before
Robyn reached her peak, almost literally convulsing as her orgasm took
over. Lucy kept her lips wrapped around Robyn's clitoris despite the
spastic movements of Robyn's pelvis, increasing Robyn's pleasure
immensely.

When the worst (best?) of Robyn's climax had passed, she somehow managed
to roll over on to her back, leaving Lucy free to turn her attention to
Sandra, and what Sandra was doing to her. Lucy realized that she still
didn't have a very good idea of what Sandra's breasts were really like,
and reached out to gently tug on Sandra's leg, eventually getting Sandra
to stop her explorations of Lucy's mons. When she had Sandra's
attention, Lucy nudged her into position, straddling her lap, so they
were facing each other. From there, the two of them began kissing,
deeply and passionately, as their hands wandered over each other's
bodies. Lucy felt Sandra cup her breasts for a few seconds before giving
them a detailed manual examination; she didn't hesitate to do the same
to the luscious mounds that Sandra's body sported - she found them to be
nearly as firm as Robyn's, but somehow softer, too. While Robyn's
breasts were only a little too large for her to cover with one hand,
Sandra's overflowed her hand slightly; with Sandra's greater arousal,
her areolas had puckered, making it easier to tell where they started on
her breast by touch. Finally unable to stand it any longer, Lucy finally
leaned forward, lowering her head to take first one, then the other of
Sandra's breasts in her mouth, nursing at them softly as she slid her
hands down to cup Sandra's delightfully smooth and firm ass cheeks.
While she was doing that, Sandra continued to massage Lucy's breasts and
nipples, both amazed and delighted at how large and hard Lucy's nipples
got in her excitement.

Eventually, Sandra drew back from Lucy, and when Lucy looked at her,
smiled and said "That's really nice, but there's something else I want
to do. Just lay back, okay?" before starting to scoot herself down
Lucy's legs. Lucy knew what Sandra planned, and nodded in eager
anticipation before laying down again - savoring the feel of Sandra's
soft bush as it traced a path down her belly. When she felt Sandra's
mons against her own, Lucy imagined what it must look like, Sandra's
light pubis contrasting with her own darker one, and she felt herself
get even wetter at the visualization.

When she felt Sandra stop while straddling her ankles, Lucy slowly drew
first one foot, then the other, out from under her; she placed each of
them flat on the bed on each side, opening herself completely and
without shame to Sandra. She looked down to see that Sandra hadn't moved
yet - her gaze was focused on the center of Lucy's womanhood, as though
memorizing it. After a few long, agonizing seconds, Sandra looked up at
her again, and simply said "Beautiful" before lowering herself between
Lucy's thighs. Once in position, Sandra gently began touching and
caressing Lucy's entire pelvis, from the top of her pubic mound, all the
way down to her perineum, and all points in between. Her soft, delicate
touch did wonders to increase Lucy's arousal, so that when Sandra
finally extended her tongue to take her first sample of Lucy's oils,
there were more than enough of them to sample FROM.

At the first touch of Sandra's tongue on her, Lucy couldn't help but
stiffen in pleasure, and say "OhGodThat'sGood!!", bringing a smile to
Sandra's face before she set herself to the pleasurable task of getting
Lucy off as quickly and powerfully as she could.

As Sandra was starting to lick her opening, Lucy caught movement in the
corner of her eye; when she looked, she saw that Robyn had recovered
enough to sit up, watching what Sandra was doing to her. Lucy moved her
hand, and when Robyn looked at her, gestured for Robyn to come closer.
When she was close enough, Lucy told her "Honey, what you did before was
great; and I liked using my mouth on you, too". Robyn smiled at her, and
answered "Both of them were fun for me, too, mom."

Robyn's crotch was at the same level as her head, and simply by moving
her eyes, Lucy could look at Robyn's matted pubic hair, and see her
daughter's shiny vaginal lips peeking out from her mons. With a mixture
of love and lust, she looked again into Robyn's face as she put a hand
on Robyn's hip before raising her eyebrows in question. Robyn quickly
nodded, and with Lucy guiding her, moved closer before raising a leg to
put on the other side of Lucy's head - essentially straddling Lucy's
face, her back toward where Sandra was engaged in trying to lick Lucy's
ovaries.

Looking down at her own mother's face between her thighs, Robyn knew
things had changed forever. Not only did she feel a deeper love for her
mom than she ever had before, but she realized that she also felt a
deeper respect, too - to think that her own mom had wanted to know what
another girl was like, but never had until NOW, with HER! The guts it
must have taken to not only admit something like that, but to stand up
and get naked in invitation without knowing how they'd react... it
simply amazed her. She knew that she'd never look at her mom in quite
the same way again - now she was not only mother, but friend - and
lover, too.

Similar thoughts and realizations were going through Lucy's mind as well
- along with a fascination and delight at the unhurried close-up view
she had of her own daughter's sex. She marveled at the delicate curves
and textures she saw, at the way Robyn's clitoris seemed to be peeking
out from under it's hood, at the sheen of womanly essence that shined in
the narrow slit between Robyn's inner lips, the obvious softness of
Robyn's fine, sparse, dark pubic hair.

The feelings that Sandra was generating made Lucy realize just how good
it could feel to have another woman pleasuring her - and gave her the
determination to give that same feeling to Robyn. That settled, she
didn't delay any longer before extending her tongue, sliding it directly
between Robyn's labia, and on into her vagina as far as she could while
watching Robyn's face as she did. The look of surprise, then pleasure,
then satisfaction on Robyn's face as she progressed just made it all the
more pleasant for her - now she KNEW that she could not only feel
pleasure from another woman's attention, but could give pleasure, as
well - that what she'd done with Sandra hadn't simply been due to
'beginners luck'.

More confident now of what she was doing, and how to do it, Lucy soon
had Robyn in a state of extreme arousal; and one of the benefits of that
arousal was the plentiful supply of girl-nectar that Robyn was giving
her to taste. Whether it was because Robyn was her daughter, or simply
because Robyn actually tasted that good, she didn't know - all she was
sure of was that she didn't just like the taste of another woman, she
loved it. Even as she was lifting Robyn to greater heights, she silently
vowed that this would not be the only time she'd know this pleasure, or
these the only people she'd know it with.

As she continued to arouse and tease Robyn, Lucy let her hands wander
all over Robyn's body. Starting at her smooth, soft hips; then on to her
belly, ass, back, and finally, her breasts - cupping and squeezing them,
softly pinching their nipples and running her thumbs over them, loving
their firm smoothness. In return, Robyn reached behind herself to let
her hands wander over her mother's bust - surprised at how firm they
were for their size, how different they felt from her own, or Sandra's -
yet still pleasant, and exciting.

It was difficult, though, for Robyn to fully appreciate the feel of her
mother's hands on her body, or the feel of her mother's body under her
own hands - the sensations in her vagina, and on her clitoris, were
simply getting to be too much for her. More and more often, she felt
herself arching her back as she tried to push even more of the center of
her arousal into or onto her mother's dancing tongue and talented lips.

Lucy could see - and feel, and taste - the effect her efforts were
having on Robyn. Indeed, they were incredibly close to what SHE was
feeling as a result of what Sandra was doing to HER. Try as she might,
though, she simply couldn't put off her own release any longer: Sandra
had been slowly fluttering her tongue over her clitoris for long enough
that Lucy wasn't sure if she'd come, or burst, first. A minute later,
the question was answered: she'd come.

Hard.

Harder than she'd ever come before in her life.

Just the thought that she had her tongue buried in her own daughter's
sex while her daughter's best friend was doing much the same to her made
it more powerful, more arousing, more satisfying, and more intense than
anything she'd ever known.

Her near-scream ended quickly, simply because she was frozen from the
magnitude of what she was feeling, unable to breathe or do anything else
but let tidal wave after tidal wave of pleasure and release wash over
her. So long did it last, so powerful was it, that she all but passed
out from the intensity of her orgasm. When she was finally able to do
anything at all, it was all she could do to draw in a deep, gasping
breath before the next few spasms washed over her, freezing her in place
again.

Finally, though, her climax began to taper off, allowing her to moan in
relief before trying to get her breath back. Looking up, she saw the
surprise and concern in Robyn's face, and managed to smile at her.

Robyn couldn't see her lips - which were still pushing against her labia
- but could see the happy reassurance in her eyes, and was satisfied
with that.

As Lucy got herself back together, Sandra moved up behind Robyn, also
straddling Lucy's body, before putting her arms around Robyn to cup her
breasts. Robyn turned her head to tell Sandra "I don't know what you
did, but you did it real good!" before puckering up for a kiss that
Sandra readily provided. The two of them stayed there, kissing and
caressing, for a couple of minutes - until Lucy recovered enough to
surprise Robyn by softly sucking on her clitoris. With Robyn again being
pleasured, Sandra discretely eased herself off Lucy to move to the side
of the bed, so that she could watch the two of them as Lucy quickly
returned Robyn to her previous state of arousal - and only a couple
minutes later, pushing her past it into climax.

As Robyn's orgasm washed over her, she could feel it as more and more of
her wetness was pushed out of her vagina - only to be eagerly lapped up
by her mother. Knowing that it was her own mother that had not only
brought her to this point, but was so greedily licking up her juices
made Robyn's orgasm that much more satisfying. Even as it was passing,
she, too, vowed that this wouldn't be the last time she and her mother
pleasured each other; she also swore to herself that we'd all go it
together, as well.

With her senses back, Robyn looked around, and saw Sandra grinning
broadly at her. She smiled back, and finally moved to get off Lucy,
laying down next to her on the side opposite from Sandra. As she moved,
she paused long enough to share a deep, passionate kiss with her mother,
tasting herself on her mother's lips as their tongues engaged in a
friendly duel. When the kiss broke, and Robyn settled herself into her
mother's side, Sandra joined them, cuddling up to Lucy on the other side
- the two of them enjoying her warm, protective embrace.

They lay like that for several minutes before Lucy finally sighed, and
told them "As nice as this has been, and as much as I want to just lay
here like this forever, I know that I have to get up in the morning to
go with Dan to the office. As much as I love having both of you here
like this, I suspect that Dan would kind of like to have some company,
too."

Both girls giggled a bit before Sandra told her "Yeah, he probably
would."

Robyn hesitated a moment, then asked, "Mom, you were right that Dan was
the first one I ever made love with. Is it okay if I go in there with
him?" looking up at Lucy with trepidation in her face.

Lucy smiled back at her, and told her "Yes, dear, that's fine. You don't
have to ask me that - I love him, too. Just don't wake him, and give me
another kiss before you go!"

Robyn gave her mother a relieved smile; before she could get up, Lucy
told her "I think he'd appreciate it if you washed up a little before
you crawl into his bed, though. As a matter of fact, I think I'd like to
wash up before I got to bed!"

Robyn and Sandra shared a look before Sandra asked "Might as well make
it unanimous. Think there's room for all three of us?" mischievously.

Lucy just gave a little laugh before saying "Oh, I expect we can
compensate, if there isn't - maybe squeeze together a little more?"

Both girls smiled at her in return before releasing her so the three of
them could make their way to the bathroom. As it turned out, there was
plenty of room in it, but they found themselves squeezing together,
anyway.

I woke up the next morning only to find myself tucked neatly in behind
the smooth, small frame of a young female. I didn't know who it was; I
didn't much care, either. It was more than enough that she was there; I
knew that she wouldn't be there unless Lucy knew about it, and was okay
with it.

I gradually eased my eyes open, and saw Robyn's dark hair. With a smile,
I reached around her to cup her breast in my hand as I snuggled closer
to her, tucking my stiffening penis between her asscheeks. She released
a soft murmur of pleasure, and wiggled back at me, making me smile. It
wasn't long before I was sporting a full-fledged erection, and could
feel the head of it pressing against the outside the damp entrance of
her vagina.

A few minutes later, my small travel alarm went off; I quickly reached
out to turn it off - knowing that I'd be getting a wakeup call from the
front desk in another ten minutes. As I lay there, I heard the phone
ring twice in Lucy's room before someone answered it. A minute later, I
heard a gentle knock at the door between our rooms. I softly called out
that it was okay, and the door opened to show that Lucy was the one that
had apparently answered the phone. She walked over to the bed, and
looked down at us as I smiled up at her - she smiled in return, and
softly said, "You two look so cute, laying there - and sexy as hell,
too!" before leaning over to kiss me. I thought I smelled Sandra, as
well, but didn't say anything about it.

I answered, "I don't doubt it - it looking sexy, that is. It sure as
hell feels sexy! I just wish I could have seen you and Sandra asleep,
too."

Lucy gave a small laugh and said, "I expect you'll get a chance before
too long."

She blushed slightly, and said "As much as I hate to break this up, we
do need to get started. You know, so you can earn that ten grand?".

I made a face at her, and began to ease myself back from Robyn, so as to
try and not wake her up. She made soft noises of complaint and
disappointment, but didn't wake up.

As I got out of bed, Lucy saw the erection I'd developed, and with a
mischievous grin on her face, said "If Robyn had woken up, she'd have
wanted to take care of that; since she didn't, I guess I get to!" then
slowly dropping to her knees in front of me. Taking me in her hand, she
tilted her head forward and licked the end of my penis before looking up
at me to say "I can smell her on you - and even taste her, a little
bit!" before opening her mouth to wrap her lips around the head of my
penis. I felt her give it a full tongue-bath before she opened her mouth
slightly to make room as she slowly moved her head forward, taking more
and more of my length. She stopped only when her nose was buried in my
pubic hair; she paused a few seconds, then just as slowly drew her head
back again, letting her tongue slide along the bottom of my member.
Twisting her head slightly, she did it again - and twisting her head the
other direction, yet again. By the time she finished, I was well
lubricated with her saliva, and her eyes grinned up at me as she began
sucking on me, and bobbing her head, obviously intent on getting me off
as quickly as possible. Since she seemed content to do everything for
me, and didn't appear to have any interest in having me return the
favor, I simply closed my eyes, and enjoyed the sensations she was
creating.

After a little bit, she reached up to cup my scrotum, then began lightly
raking her fingernails across it - dramatically increasing my pleasure,
and making my balls tighten in response. When she felt that, she started
moving her head even more quickly, and sucking on me a little harder,
pausing every so often to run her tongue around the head of my penis,
and tickle the underside of it. It didn't take long before I felt the
stirrings in my balls; something she seemed to be able to feel it from
the outside - and increased her efforts even more. It couldn't have been
a minute later before I felt the twinge that let me know I was going to
unload; I told her so, and she just looked up at me in anticipation even
as the first shot of my semen bounced off the back of her tongue. She
quickly took all of me into her mouth again, and I could feel the
muscles of her throat flexing around the head of my penis as she
swallowed that first load of my jism - and all the rest of it as I
bounced jet after jet of semen off the back of her throat. She stayed
there like that until she felt my penis give it's last few faint
twitches, then let all but the head slip from between her lips as she
panted through her nose, getting her breath back. As she felt my
erection softening in her mouth, she smiled up at me from around it, and
sucked all of it into her mouth again before attempting to pull a
perfect vacuum with her mouth. Then she tightened her lips around it,
and pulled her head back, wringing every last drop of sperm I had to
give her from my worn out member. Only when she'd let the head pop free
of her mouth did she open it again - and then only to lick her lips to
make sure nothing had escaped.

Both of us heard a slight rustling, and looked over at the bed to see
that Robyn had awakened - long enough ago to have at least seen the
finish of what Lucy had done to me - and was laying there, grinning at
us in approval.

Lucy stood up, and hugged me, before telling Robyn "Go ahead and go back
to sleep if you want to - I have to take him out to the office and
introduce him before he goes to work. When I get back, you and me and
Sandra can have some time together, if you want." Then, when she saw
Robyn's look of surprise, added "I mean, we can spend some time together
OUTSIDE the room - shopping, talking, and stuff like that", and making
Robyn smile.

Hugging my side, Lucy turned us toward the bathroom, and got us moving,
telling me "I need you bright eyed and bushy tailed this morning, and
that seemed like a good way to do it. Besides, I don't want you
forgetting about me when you've got those two little vixens around!"

I laughed as we got into the bathroom, telling her "Not a chance of that
happening." As I quickly scraped the hair off my face, Lucy got the
shower going, and got in. A minute later, I was in there with her, and
two of us had a fine time, if a short one, getting ourselves (well,
mostly me) cleaned up for the day's adventure. As we were drying off, I
told her "It would probably be a good idea to get the girls into their
own bed. That way, it won't be completely undisturbed - if no one slept
in it, the housekeeping staff might start to wonder." Lucy looked at me
speculatively, then said "Yeah, that's probably a good idea - my room
smells like a brothel!"

Once we were dry, we left the bathroom and went into Lucy's room - which
did have a distinct smell of female arousal to it. Lucy carefully pulled
the covers off of Sandra, and I leaned over to pick her up. She was so
cute sleeping, that I couldn't help but give her a kiss on the lips -
and finding more than a hint of Lucy's unique taste on Sandra's lips. I
licked my own lips, and Lucy colored faintly before saying "We had a
little more fun after Robyn left..."

I just grinned at her as I told her "I'm glad to know you're having fun
- I thought I smelled Sandra when we kissed this morning!" - and making
Lucy blush furiously.

I carried Sandra over to the girls room, with Lucy leading the way and
making sure the doors were open for me, and turning their covers down so
I could deposit Sandra in one of the beds. Next, it was Robyn's turn -
she'd apparently conked out again after Lucy and I headed for the
shower.

With the two of them safely deposited in their room, Lucy locked the
door and closed it to complete the (hoped for) illusion. Then Lucy went
into her room to dress, as I did the same in mine. I don't think either
of us cared a damn what the housekeeping staff thought went on between
us in Lucy's room, but neither of us wanted the girls being drawn into
their suppositions. We even made sure that the door between OUR rooms
was left unlocked, so as to help them think in the direction we wanted
them too.

When we were ready, we headed down for some breakfast before heading out
to the office where she was working. Once there, she introduced me to
the accountants, letting them know who I was and hinting at why I was
there. That done, the next stop was the company's staff, though this
time the introduction was a bit more restrained, in keeping with my role
as a 'hired gun'. Finally, it was to the IS department, where the head
of the department gave me more than a few unhappy looks. She asked me
what I needed, and I told her that I had my own laptop, so all I needed
was administrator privileges and a link to their systems. When she
realized that I wasn't planning on taking the place over, she settled
down appreciably, and showed me to a desk where I could work
undisturbed. I quickly got hooked up to their network, and when I went
to log on, she carefully typed the admin password for me on my laptop -
slowly, so I could see what she typed.

I thanked her, and after watching me for a couple minutes (more to make
sure I was okay than anything else, I suspected), she left - leaving me
and Lucy alone to discuss a few things before Lucy left as well, after
telling me that she'd be back to pick me up for lunch with her and the
girls. I thanked her, and began looking through the system. In short
order, I was deep into what I was doing, and lost track of time - until
Lucy showed up to take me to a late lunch. I left my computer there, but
carefully set the passwords on it, and shut it down.

Lunch was at a small restaurant not far from the office. The place was
full, but not crowded; even so, the service was outstanding, and the
food surprisingly good. Lucy was still dressed in business professional
clothing; but the girls had opted for light cotton dresses that showed
off their figures. I noticed that more than a few of the men in the
place gave them more than passing glances.

After lunch, it was back to the office for me, while Lucy and girls
decided that what they needed to do was go shopping. Apparently, the
factory outlet for a company that all three of them were wild about was
nearby, and they were determined not to leave without at least ONE
visit.

Back at the office, the afternoon passed pretty much without incident.
The only thing of note was when the IS supervisor stopped by to ask how
things were going. I showed her a couple of minor holes in their
security system, and she actually thanked me for letting her know before
I made my final report. I had the suspicion that she'd left them there
for me to find, testing to see if I really knew what I was supposed to
be doing, but didn't say anything about it.

Later that afternoon, Lucy came by to pick me up and take me back to the
hotel. She was alone, saying that the girls had preferred to stay in
their room to look over their purchases. When we got up to the rooms, we
found out that that wasn't all they'd been looking over - both were
stark naked, and engaged in a passionate '69'; their room was full of
the noises and scents of their lovemaking.

Lucy and I shared a look, and quietly left them alone, going into her
room, instead. There, we moved over next to her bed, and began
undressing each other - slowly, taking our time so as to heighten the
tension of what we knew was next. When she'd gotten my shirt undone,
Lucy let her hands wander across my chest, lightly, as though memorizing
in through Braille. When I got her blouse off, I unfastened the bra hook
I found between her breasts, and let them fall free - for all of an
eighth of an inch, I figured. With them exposed, I mimicked her actions,
tracing their shape and size with my fingertips as I watched her areolas
crinkle in pleasure before her nipples began to harden. She leaned
forward to lick and suck on my nipples for a while before standing up
again; I mirrored her actions, though for a bit longer, leaving her
nipples fully erect, and shiny with my saliva.

From there, her next action was to unfasten my belt, draw down my
zipper, and slide my pants down around my ankles. There, she removed my
shoes, then as I lifted each foot in turn, my pants, tossing them to the
side. Still kneeling in front of me, she slid her hands up my legs,
feeling the muscles, until she got to my thighs. At that point, she slid
her hands around to hold my ass, squeezing it slightly as she rubbed her
face into the tent in my shorts. When she felt my penis give an
involuntary twitch, she pulled back slightly and let her hands finally
wander around to the front, where she let her finger slide under my
shorts and drift through my pubic hair, never letting herself actually
touch my semi-erect penis. I could see from the expression on her face
that she was fighting to hold herself back, and did what I could to help
her keep her control.

She finally slid her hands back out of my shorts; reaching up a little
farther, she took the waistband in her hands and started easing them
down, her eyes focused first where my pubic hair appeared, and then a
bit later, where my penis and body joined. At that point, she had to
move her hands to the front of my shorts, so she could pull them out far
enough to slide them over my penis - pausing a moment to kiss the head
of it as it swayed in front of her - before continuing to slide them
down my legs, then off me completely, to join my pants on the floor.

Again, she slid her hands up my legs; only this time, when they reached
my thighs, she let the slide to the front, laying them flat against my
pelvis so that they framed my penis and scrotum. About that time, we
faintly heard one of the girls give a loud moan of obvious pleasure, and
Lucy's eyes closed as she paused for a few moments, obviously fighting
to keep control. Finally, she slid her hands to the side, and buried her
face in my pelvis, inhaling deeply several times, before starting to
lick my penis until she'd gotten it nearly completely erect, and
thoroughly coated with her saliva.

Only then did she stand up, and let me give her a deep, passionate kiss
before kneeling myself, so that I could finish undressing HER.

I easily found the snap and zipper that kept her skirt fastened around
her hips; undoing them let it fall to the floor with no effort. What I
found underneath was delightful: she had stockings on, not pantyhose,
and no garter belt holding them up - her own shapely legs, and their
snug fit, was enough to keep them in place. Above the stockings, and
between them, was a pair of the smallest, thinnest panties that I'd ever
seen, anywhere - they barely covered her pubic hair, which was clearly
visible underneath them. They were also tight enough that they followed
even the slightest curve - there was a distinct ridge where they went
from covering her pubic hair, to covering only her skin. They were
little more than a gossamer triangle, held in place by a thin strap that
circled her shapely hips, and delved between her smooth thighs.

From the position I was in, it was easy enough to lean forward slightly,
and trace patterns on her belly with the tip of my tongue. Circling, and
dipping into, her navel; tracing a path from hip to hip, with a slow
detour across the top of her pelvis; nuzzling her mons, and inhaling the
fresh scent of her - all these were my pleasure until I heard her start
to pant in her desire. Only then did I pull away from her enough to
slide my finders under the slender strand that held them on her, and
start sliding them down her legs. I had barely gotten them loose of her
pubis when I was treated to the warm, steamy scent of her arousal
hitting me in the face.

I managed to get her panties down around her ankles without disturbing
the stockings she had on - the sight of them, so sheer and snug, on her
legs was incredibly sexy.

When I'd removed her shoes, then her panties - little more than a
thimbleful of material - I did to her as she'd done to me: slid my hands
up her legs, delighting in their firm smooth shape. I, too, directed my
hands around to cup and hold and caress her ass as I nuzzled into her
mons. I eventually changed over to softly squeezing her asscheeks before
I extended my tongue and ran the tip of it through the cleft between her
easily visible labia. Back to front, I collected a fair sampling of her
essence before letting my tongue softly graze across her extended
clitoris - and drawing a pleased gasp from her as she let her thighs
separate, giving me even better access to the focus of my desires.
Several more times, I ran my tongue through her cleft and across her
clitoris; each time, I was rewarded with a gasping moan.

Finally, she reached down to take my head in her hands, and gently
guided me to a standing position, my penis resting between her thighs.
She moved in to kiss me again, and I know that both of us could feel it
as I became more erect, pressing softly against her mons and clitoris.
Our kiss was long and deep, leaving both of us panting when it finally
broke.

She took my hands, and turned slightly, so that the backs of her knees
were resting against the edge of the bed. She sat down, legs spread, and
looked up to tell me "I've been thinking about this all day. Robyn and
Sandra are both lovely and gentle and so much fun - but what I want now;
what I need now, is a man. Specifically, YOU. I don't need you to eat
me, I don't need you to tease me - God! I'm so hot already! - I just
need you to make LOVE to me. I feel like I'll orgasm just by having you
inside me, so you don't have to do anything special; just make LOVE to
me, and I'll be happy, no matter how long it lasts. Okay?"

I still had her hands in mine; I lifted them to my lips and kissed each
of them in turn before telling her "It would be my great pleasure to
make LOVE to you." with a smile.

She gently removed her hands from mine, and put them on my thighs as she
leaned forward to take me into her mouth. She sucked on me as she licked
every surface she could reach, until she'd gotten me fully erect. When
she'd done that, she slid herself further onto the bed, and lay down,
raising and spreading her knees, exposing her most intimate self to me.
I climbed up on the bed with her, and moved between her legs; once in
position, I leaned forward so that my hands were on the bed by her
shoulders. With both hands, she reached down between us, using one to
hold herself open, and the other to position me at her entrance.

Both of us watched as I pressed my hips forward, sliding my saliva-slick
penis into her until I was completely buried in her in a single motion.
As I did, I heard her groan in pleasure, and felt it as her vaginal
walls stretched to accept me.

Once inside her, I held myself steady for a little bit, not moving -
until I felt her lift her pelvis up, encouraging me to start moving in
her.

Amazingly, I found myself in a fortunate situation: after what she'd
done for me that morning, I didn't feel any particular need to climax -
at the same time, it had been long enough that I didn't have any problem
staying erect and aroused.

So I simply started making love to her in steady strokes, withdrawing
until only the head of my erection was inside her on the out stroke, and
burying myself in her on the in. In only a couple of minutes, I felt her
go through a small orgasm; and a couple of minutes later, yet another,
slightly stronger.

The feeling of her vaginal walls clasping at me as they happened
stimulated me, and my movements in her became a little faster, and a
little more forceful - which seemed to help bring her to a THIRD orgasm
in short order. I was still in fine condition, and nowhere near ready to
climax, so I sped up a little more - and before long, felt and heard her
going through a fourth, even more powerful, release.

After her fifth climax, she felt me starting to tire a little bit, and
managed to gasp out "Wh... What are you... Superman? G... Geez, I
didn't... know... it could... be... this good!"

A bit later, she looked up at me, and said "Y... You don't have... to
worry... about... me... Just do... whatever... feels... good for...
you..." The sound of her moans and pants and grunts of pleasure were
enticing. Even more so was the feel of her hot insides, so wet that my
motion in her made a squelching noise every time I moved in her. I could
feel the overflow of her juices soaking my balls, and knew that there
was a lot more sliding down the crack of her ass - and that gave me an
idea.

I slowed down, and finally stopped - she groaned in disappointment
before looking up at me again with eyes hooded in lust. I told her "I'm
getting a little tired like this - want to get on your hands and knees?"

She quickly nodded, and I withdrew from her with a wet popping noise.
She quickly pulled her legs up enough to roll over to her stomach, and
then shakily raised herself to her hands and knees before spreading her
legs again. I moved back between them, and she held herself open for me
again as I guided myself into her, sinking deep inside her in a single
quick thrust. She squeaked in reaction, but quickly pressed herself back
against me. In that position, I was able to take her by the hips and
start hunching myself into her much more quickly and forcefully than I
had before - it didn't take her long to have her sixth orgasm of the
evening - this one by far more powerful than the others. Still, I
continued to make love to her - all but pounding into her for a while,
then slowing down a bit, building her to a higher and higher level.
Looking down, I was distracted for a few moments by the sight of her
labia as they were alternately compressed and stretched by my movements
in and out of her. Still, I did manage to verify what I'd suspected:
that her more than ample lubrication had flowed down to thoroughly coat
the rosebud of her anus. With that, I started pounding into her again,
and kept it up until I heard the familiar noises as she approached her
orgasm. Only then did I remove one hand from her hip, and stick my thumb
in my mouth for a few seconds, getting it thoroughly coated with saliva.
My timing was nearly perfect - even as I was removing my thumb from my
mouth, I heard her as she went over the edge into her seventh orgasm -
and I quickly put into action the plan I'd developed earlier by rubbing
her anus with my thumb a couple of seconds before pressing it against,
then through, her nether hole.

Her reaction was incredible - when she felt it enter her, she all but
froze in position, her vaginal muscles clamped down tightly on me as I
continued thrusting into her, the muscles in her back standing out
sharply as she released a high keening sound that I thought would go on
forever. Then, as suddenly as it started, it stopped, and I heard her
draw a deep, ragged breath before she slammed her face into a pillow as
she screamed her release when another spasm rolled over her. The next
couple of spasms elicited screams, as well, though not quite as loud.
After that, she simply groaned with each wave of her climax, each groan
softer and softer, as her orgasm gradually tapered off. Only when she
hadn't made any noise for several seconds did I gently ease my thumb
from out of her rectum, causing her to give an involuntary shudder
before she literally collapsed on her stomach. I was still fully hard,
but didn't hesitate to pull loose of her, and move up to pull her onto
her side so I could hold and comfort her as she got her senses back. We
hadn't laid there like that but for a minute or so before she opened her
eyes, and gasped, looking over toward where the table was. I looked,
too, and saw that Robyn and Sandra were standing there, looking at us
with a mixture of awe and lust on their faces.

When they realized that we were looking at them, both gave a guilty
start before Sandra shyly admitted "We, uh, came in here when we heard
you two making love, but it didn't look like you wanted any company; and
we started watching you and just couldn't leave!"

Robyn waited a second before she said "That was so hot! God, I wish I
could do that!"

Lucy gave them a disapproving look, but simply couldn't be upset with
them; she finally laughed, and told Robyn "Someday, you will be able to
do that - but trust me, you won't want to do it very often: it really
wears a person out!" this last with a reproachful look at me.

Sandra looked at us, and asked "Uh, is it okay, now?"

Lucy and I shared a look - my eyes telling her that I didn't mind. She
turned back to look at them, and said "Sure, it's okay, now."

Both of them rocketed toward us - Robyn heading for her mother's crotch,
and Sandra aiming for mine. In only a few seconds, Robyn was busy
licking up all the juices her mother had produced (and producing a few
aftershocks in the process); Sandra was doing much the same for me. It
was a few seconds before Sandra looked up at me, declaring, "You didn't
come!" - shortly followed by Robyn looking up and asking "He didn't
come?", and Lucy looking at me in wonder, and asking "You didn't come?"

All three of them looked at each other, then me again, before Lucy said
"I told you that you didn't have to do anything special. So why didn't
you come in me?" slightly exasperated.

I put on my best innocent look (for the little good I thought it would
do), and told her/them "I didn't do anything special to hold back. After
this morning" - here, Robyn told Sandra "Mom sucked him off" - I didn't
feel any hurry, was all. It felt real good and everything, and if we'd
kept going" - "I couldn't have stood it!" Lucy declared, making the
girls giggle - "I'd have filled you up just fine."

Lucy looked at me appreciatively, and said, "Oh, you filled me up just
fine - BOTH ways!" again getting a giggle from Sandra and Robyn.

About this time, Sandra realized that my nearly full erection was right
there in front of her - and quickly took it into her mouth as Robyn and
Lucy looked on.

In little time, she had me completely hard again, and well lubricated
with her saliva. Without hesitation, she moved up to straddle my hips,
and then take my penis in her hand to position it at her entrance.
Holding me steady, she started easing herself down onto it. As I felt
her entrance wrap around the back of the glans, I heard Lucy whisper
"That is incredible" - and a minute later, when Sandra's ashen muff was
merged with mine, she said out loud "That has got to be THE most erotic
thing I have ever seen, in my entire life!" I nudged her, and when she
looked at me, told her "Oh, no - it gets LOTS better!" She looked at me
doubtfully until Sandra began raising and lowering herself onto me, so
that all three of us could watch as her inner lips - obviously wrapped
tightly around my erection - appeared and disappeared as she spread her
rapidly increasing wetness along my length. I glanced over to see that
Lucy's nipples had hardened at the sight.

Knowing that she was being watched by Robyn and Lucy only seemed to
stoke Sandra's lust - in no time, she was bouncing up and down on me
just as fast as she could manage; it wasn't until I reached out to start
squeezing her breasts and pulling on her nipples that she finally let
herself slide into orgasm - one that was helped along by Robyn getting
behind her and caressing her clitoris in time with her spasms. I heard
Lucy groan softly next to me.

When Sandra finally, reluctantly, lifted herself off my erection, it was
Robyn's turn. "Oh, GOD!" I heard Lucy moan next to me as she watched her
own daughter lick Sandra's juices off me before taking me into her
mouth. A couple minutes later, Robyn was in position, and started to
play hide-the-salami as Lucy clutched at my arm. Robyn lasted longer
than Sandra did, though at the end, her copious secretions were starting
to trickle down the insides of her thighs. When Sandra got behind her
and cupped Robyn's breasts, gently pulling on the nipples, Lucy
whispered to me "Just look at that. For the life of me, I don't know how
you keep your hands off them!" just as Robyn, too, fell into the abyss
of sexual release.

That left Lucy - who followed Robyn's example and cleaned Robyn's
essences off me before assuming the position. More mature, Lucy knew a
few more things than the girls did - and tried everything she could
think of, without success. It probably didn't help her any when Robyn
and Sandra joined in - Robyn caressing and sucking on her nipples while
Sandra played with her clitoris. Lucy, too, fell in a thundering climax
while leaving me undrained.

The three of them sat there, staring at me, until Lucy finally asked
"Don't you feel anything?"

I thought about it a moment, and finally answered "Well, I do feel a
little hungry..." - and making them all laugh. Lucy responded, "Well, I
could go for a bite, myself... I mean, some supper!" as the girls
giggled. Robyn and Sandra quickly voiced their agreement, and asked what
was for supper. Lucy looked at them and said "I don't know about YOU
two, but I don't want to go ANYwhere until HE gives it up! What do you
say?"

Both youngsters laughed, and agreed - I suspected that it might turn
into a long, but pleasurable, night.

Lucy had Sandra dig out the room service menu, and after we'd all made
our choices, called down to order, making sure to tell them to deliver
to her room, and the girls' room, confusing them slightly. That done,
she explained to them "Okay, Dan and I can take our food here, but I
think you two had better clean up a little, and go to your room to get
the food. This room smells like sex, and that's okay for me and Dan, but
you two aren't supposed to be here like that, remember?" Both of them
quickly understood, and readily headed for the bathroom to rinse off
before heading back to their room - for just long enough to accept the
room service delivery.

While they were in the bathroom cleaning up - Lucy and I both knew they
were sharing the shower, and probably groping each other in the process
- she lay down next to me and asked me how things had gone that day at
the office. I told her what I had, and hadn't, found; I went on to tell
her about finding the minor leaks in the security, and the IS
supervisor's reaction. She agreed with me that it had probably been a
little bit of a test. Then she asked me how I'd be able to document, or
prove, anything I found. So I explained to her that I was running a
logging program as I was working, so that everything I looked at would
be recorded on MY computer - and that the log was electronically signed
in such a way that it would be all but impossible to falsify or tamper
with.

About that time, the girls scampered out of the bathroom, having dried
off, and jumped on the bed - each of them giving us a kiss and a grope
(and getting one of each in return) before heading to their room to wait
for their food. We watched as they closed the door between my, and
Lucy's, rooms and faintly heard it as the door between theirs and my
room closed, as well. Lucy and I shared a look: good, they understand
how careful we all have to be.

Lucy and I continued to discuss what was going on with the company until
room service showed up a little later. I put on a robe and answered the
door to let them in; Lucy hid in the bathroom as I signed the check and
added a tip, telling him that the other order was for the girls. The
room service waiter sniffed noticeably when he thought I wasn't looking,
and was all smiles as he wished me a good evening. I silently laughed to
myself, thinking "If he only KNEW!" before letting Lucy know he was
gone.

A couple minutes later, Robyn and Sandra swarmed back in, and the four
of us sat at the table wrapping ourselves around a light supper.

When the meal was done, we piled the dishes on the cart, and I wheeled
it back into the hallway before we all adjourned to the bed to watch a
little TV. Lucy and I lay next to each other, with Robyn plastered to my
side and Sandra fastened to Lucy's. We were all naked, of course, and
there was a fair amount of friendly touching and groping as we watched a
couple of half-hour light comedy programs. It was at that point that
Robyn reached over and grabbed the remote and turn off the TV. When we
looked at her, she just said "I don't know about the rest of you, but
I'm ready to give him another try!"

Sandra and Lucy both laughed, and Lucy said "Okay, how about it we make
it a game, then?"

"What are the rules?" Sandra asked.

"Uh, we each get to try until we come, then it's someone else's turn."
Robyn offered.

"And this time, there's no 'helping' the one trying!" Lucy added,
laughing.

"What do we get if we win?" Sandra asked.

I simply raised an eyebrow, and asked, "You mean, aside from the
obvious?" - reducing all three of them to laughter when they got the
joke.

When they'd stopped laughing, Lucy asked, "Okay, so how do we get
started? I mean, he isn't hard any more, so what do we do?" They all
looked at each other, then me, and I offered, "How about if all three of
you try? Whenever one of you thinks I'm hard enough, you can try to get
me inside; if you can't, you have to wait until the others have tried
before you can try again. If you can get me inside, then you're the
first one to try."

They looked at each other, though it over a few moments, and looked at
each other again. Shortly thereafter, I found myself buried under a
delightful pile of female flesh.

From there, they sorted themselves out, and each found something to do
to help get me going again: Sandra started sucking on my penis while
Lucy caressed and licked my balls; Robyn thought it might help if she
straddled my face. When I started running my tongue along Robyn's cleft,
I reached up to hold her breasts in my hand, too - squeezing them and
running my thumbs over her nipples as she quickly got wetter and wetter
under - or should that be over? - my tongue.

Sandra's enthusiasm, and Lucy's skill, soon had me semi-erect, then
nearly erect; but neither wanted to chance failure. Robyn didn't seem to
notice, or mind - her thoughts and attention was elsewhere. Such as what
I was doing as I softly sucked each of her labia into my mouth to softly
'chew' on it's edges; how I would lay my tongue flat against her mons,
then slowly curl it, drawing the tip into her vaginal opening before
letting it trace across her rapidly erecting clitoris; how I would
softly pinch her nipples in time with the way I would draw circles
around her clitoris with my tongue; and how I would take her clitoris
between my lips and gently 'nibble' it. Even as I felt someone finally
dare to climb over me, and start to lower themselves onto my erect
penis, Robyn was softly crying out her pleasure, and releasing a small
flood of her delightful oils onto my tongue.

I barely had time to see that it was Sandra on top of me before Lucy was
kissing me deeply, and getting a taste of her own daughter in the
process. It seemed to arouse her tremendously, and she soon positioned
herself over my mouth, as well. I started to repeat my actions on her -
thinking it amusing to do the same thing to both daughter and mother.
She was well on her way toward an orgasm when I heard Sandra cry out,
and felt her tighten around me as she climaxed. A couple minutes later,
I felt it as she lifted herself off of me, only to be promptly replaced
by Robyn, who seemed quite willing to use the oils that Sandra had left
on me to ease her own way onto my erection. Robyn squatted over me,
giving herself better leverage, and was able to almost slam herself down
onto me - bumping her clitoris against my pubic bone with each down
stroke. I could tell that she was fighting a losing battle by the way
her vagina kept clenching at me. I brought Lucy off, and she finally
moved off me to lay on the bed next to me, watching as Robyn tried
valiantly to bring me to climax - and failing, triggering her own
orgasm, instead, a couple of minutes later. Sandra looked doubtfully at
me before Lucy said "It's my turn, right?"

Sandra nodded, somewhat relieved, as Lucy edged her way down to my
pelvis, then got herself positioned - she, too, chose to either ignore
what the previous contestant had left on me, or use it to her advantage
- and quickly lowered herself onto my penis. She paused a few moments,
then began a slow, steady rocking motion that felt wonderful. Not
wonderful ENOUGH, but I wasn't going to tell her that...

With a little encouragement from Robyn, Sandra moved up for her own
'moustache ride' - having been the first to climax, she'd had some time
to rest up. That meant that I had a nice, pleasant time enjoying her
favors before I felt, and heard, Lucy losing her battle. With Sandra
occupied, Robyn moved in for another try. This time, using her head a
little bit - both literally, and figuratively: she started out by taking
me into her mouth and sucking on me as she slowly bobbed her head up and
down. By doing so, she put off her own climax in favor of moving me
toward mine. I mentally applauded her thinking before resuming my oral
assault on Sandra's delightful anatomy. As I noticed Sandra getting
close to orgasm, I felt Robyn finally release me from her mouth, then
lower herself onto me again. Once I was fully inside her, she opted to
try not moving her body - and thus stimulating herself so much. Instead,
she set about learning to control her internal muscles, and made
excellent progress at it. By the time Sandra gasped out her climax,
Robyn had learned how to perform a number of internal rhythms. Between
those, and her internal warmth and tightness, she was doing quite a job
of moving me toward a climax. Sandra lay exhausted from what she'd just
been through, and Lucy seemed to be fascinated by the sight of Robyn
sitting there with my erection buried in her; that left me free to enjoy
the sensations that Robyn was creating - and finally, starting to feel
myself easing toward release.

After several minutes, I knew that I was ready to climax - just not
quite yet, the way Robyn was going at it. But I knew what WOULD do it,
and more quickly.

With Sandra and Lucy now both fascinated by what Robyn was doing - they
apparently guessed what she was up to - I finally spoke up, and all
three of them quickly looked at me in anticipation.

"What Robyn is doing is using ONLY her internal muscles to stimulate me.
That means that she's not stimulating herself quite as much, so it's
going to be a while before she climaxes. What she's doing feels pretty
good to me. Good enough that if she keeps it up, I WILL climax."

I went on, saying "Now, it's starting to get a little late, and I still
have to go to work tomorrow. Now, I've just told you that Robyn would
win, given enough time. Will you accept that?"

Sandra and Lucy both nodded. Robyn was still a little too distracted.

"Then given that Robyn would win, AND I need to get some sleep tonight -
all of us do, I think! - What I'd like to propose is that you three -
particularly Robyn - let me be more than an active partner, now. Is that
acceptable?"

This time, all three were able to express agreement.

"Then if Robyn is willing, I'd like to try something new with her."

Lucy looked at me, then at Robyn, curiosity on her face. Robyn looked at
me, and asked "What?"

I gazed into her eyes, and asked "You know how much you've liked it when
I've put a finger in your butt?" - here, Lucy looked at me in surprise,
as Robyn nodded - "What I'd like to try - ONLY if YOU'RE willing to! -
is making love to you that way."

Lucy gave me another look, then watched Robyn intently, as did Sandra.
Robyn thought about it for a little bit, and then said, "Uh, yeah, I
think I'd like to try that!" much to Lucy's surprise, as well as
Sandra's. Lucy turned and looked at me, but didn't any more than get her
mouth open before Robyn interrupted her to say, "Mom, it's okay. I know
he's not going to just rape me, or anything, and so do you. It does feel
good to me when he puts his finger in me. From what Sandra and I saw, it
does for you, too. If it hurts or anything, I know he'll stop, and we
can try something else - I mean, we're having fun here, and I trust him
not to be upset or anything if he's the only one that doesn't come
tonight. Don't you?"

That pulled Lucy up short, real quick. She looked at me hard, and I told
her "You know damn well that what she just said is true. And I'll tell
it to you again, just to make sure: under NO circumstances would I do
ANYTHING to hurt Robyn. Or You. Or Sandra. If anything about this starts
to bother her, that's the end of it - I stop it right then and there.
Keeping both of you - all of you! - happy and healthy means more to me
than just getting my rocks off. If I had any thought that anything I
wanted to do was going to hurt her, do you really think I'd ask in FRONT
of you?"

At that, Lucy turned back to Robyn and said "Honey, I've already done
that - I mean, have somebody make love to me in my butt. Yes, it felt
good to me. If you want, I can do it FOR you, and you can wait to try it
when you're a little older, and a little bigger, okay?"

Robyn just looked back at her, levelly, and answered, "I understand,
Mom, really, I do. But this is something that I really want to do. Uh, I
was already thinking about asking him to do it sometime, even before
tonight."

That set Lucy - and me! - back a bit before Robyn went on to say "I
really mean it when I say that it feels good to me when he puts his
finger there. I like it, and I want to know what it's like to have him
make love to me that way. I'm not afraid of it; I trust him - I know
that if it starts to hurt, even a little bit, he'll stop and not be mad
or anything."

Lucy looked at her closely, and saw that Robyn was being completely
honest and truthful with her - and determined to at least give it a try.

That settled, Lucy got up, saying "Well, if that's the way it is, then I
guess I'd better get some lotion, or baby oil, or something."

Robyn smiled at her in reassurance, then looked at Sandra, who was all
but staring at her. Robyn asked her "What's the matter?"

Sandra hesitated a moment, then said "Uh, isn't that kinda, you know,
gross?"

"Why?"

"I mean, it's your BUTT!"

"So? Didn't you think it was kinda gross when I told you about using
your mouth?"

Sandra nodded, reluctantly, and Robyn went on "Didn't you think it was
kinda gross when I told you about having a guy inside you, and shooting
his stuff?"

Again, Sandra admitted it.

"If you hadn't at least tried that stuff, you would have been missing
out, wouldn't you?"

Sandra nodded before Robyn went on "Okay, so maybe it'll hurt. If it
does, he'll stop, and I can try again later if I want. MAYBE it'll turn
out I don't like it as much as I think I will. If that happens, then at
least I KNOW. But not to try it at all? That doesn't do anything."

By this time, Lucy had returned with a small bottle of baby oil, telling
us "I use this to keep my skin soft on the road. I think it'll do the
trick."

Robyn told her "It's okay, Mom. I'm sure it'll be fine. Don't worry,
okay? It'll all be fine, you'll see."

With that, Robyn eased herself off of me, and letting me sit up. She
moved up to sit on my lap, facing me, before asking, "Okay, so what do
we do now?"

I looked deep in her eyes as I told her "First thing, I tell you that
this is ONLY an idea. You DON'T have to do any of it - if you're not
sure, if you're nervous, if there's ANY question or doubt in your mind,
then we can stop right here and right now, and I'll still love you and
still be happy to make love with you any other way you like."

She smiled at me, and answered, "I know that, silly. Really, I was going
to ask you about this, anyway. I'm nervous about doing it right, but not
afraid, you know what I mean?"

I nodded, and answered, "Yeah, I think I do. The other thing I want to
tell you is that if it starts to hurt, or feel uncomfortable, or
anything else like that, TELL ME. I don't know what you're feeling
unless you SAY SOMETHING, okay?"

She nodded solemnly, and I went on "This is the first time you'll do
this, so if you don't want anybody watching, I'm sure they'll
understand, right?", the last part directed to Lucy and Sandra, who both
quickly nodded their agreement.

Robyn looked at them, too, and said, "It's okay. It actually kinda makes
me even hornier knowing that they'll be watching!", with a faint blush.

With that revelation, I told her "Okay, then here's what we're looking
at happening. First, we make sure you're nice and excited. Then we get
you and me all slippery, to make things easier. Then I get behind you
and we find out if I'll fit without hurting you. The first time a man is
inside you there, it will be a lot like the first time a guy was inside
you the other way - if things can get started, I'll wait whenever you
tell me to, so you can stretch there, just like you had to stretch the
other way. If it starts to hurt, we stop - NOBODY here wants you to get
hurt because you tried to do this too soon, okay?"

She nodded, and I hugged her to me, whispering in her ear "Robyn, I'm
serious. I don't want to hurt you even by accident, so TELL me, dammit!"
She quietly nodded her understanding, and we separated.

I looked at Sandra and Lucy, and told them "Instead of you two just
sitting there and making us nervous, how about if you help?"

"How?" Lucy asked.

"Well, you just heard me tell Robyn that both of us need to get slicked
up - how about one of you does Robyn and the other does me, while Robyn
and I make out?", I asked, with a smile.

"I'll do Robyn!", Sandra quickly said, while Lucy looked at me and
smiled. Robyn and I got on our knees, and started kissing and hugging;
Sandra took the baby oil and put a little on her hand before rubbing it
onto Robyn's ass. I heard Lucy say, "Sandra, I think she'll need more
than that - and you know where. Let me get some towels, so we don't mess
up the bed."

With that, Sandra poured even more oil on her hand, and started to work
it between Robyn's asscheeks - and getting Robyn turned on, in the
process. A few moments later, Lucy was back, and managed to get a couple
of the hotels large bath towels spread out on the bed, and nudged Robyn
and I onto them. That accomplished, she waited for Sandra to pour out
another puddle of oil, and then took the bottle to get some into her own
cupped palm. Then she slowly reached out to wrap her hand around my
erection before beginning to stroke its length to spread the oil around.

As the two of them got more and more into their duties, Robyn and I
continued to kiss and touch each other, making each other more and more
excited.

Finally, Robyn broke the kiss to say, "I think that's enough oil - I can
feel it running down the inside of my legs!" I agreed with her, since I
could feel what Lucy had applied starting to trickle down my scrotum.
When I nodded at Robyn, she quickly turned around, and then moved to her
hands and knees, looking back over her shoulder at me. I smiled in
reassurance, then moved up behind her before reaching down to angle my
erection down toward the pucker of her anus.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Lucy sitting there next to me,
hands ready to physically throw me back at the first sign of pain from
Robyn. I carefully ignored her, and eased my way forward slightly, so
that the head of my penis was wedged against Robyn's opening - pressing
against it slightly, but clearly not enough for her to think I was
trying anything yet. Holding myself steady, I put one hand on her hip,
and told Robyn "Okay, honey, this is it. You're nice and slippery" -
"Damn right!" - "And I'm nice and slippery. I'm just going to wait here
like this until you're ready. When you are, just kind of push yourself
at me, and I'll help by pushing back, okay?"

She nodded her agreement, waited a few seconds, then took a deep breath
before pushing back at me. I could feel her start to open up, then she
tightened down again, and I slid away from her. She immediately stopped,
and started to apologize to me. I interrupted, telling her "It's okay,
Robyn. This is the first time, and it's new. Nothing to be sorry for, or
about. I know you're nervous, but if you can kind of focus your mind,
and let yourself relax back there, that will help both of us, okay?"
Again, she nodded, and after a short pause, started to press herself
against me. I held myself in position, and pressed back; I could feel
the muscles of her rectum, and knew when she started trying to
consciously relax them. It was a slow process, but as she did it, I
continued to give her words of encouragement - I could feel it as she'd
relax a little, start to tighten up again, stop, and begin relaxing
again.

Then, suddenly, I popped through, eliciting a squeak from Robyn. I
stopped instantly - even before Lucy could touch me - and held steady
while I asked, "Robyn, are you okay? Does it hurt? Do you want me to
stop, or pull out?"

She took a deep breath, and I could feel her anus relax around me before
she said, "Yes, I'm okay. No, it doesn't hurt. It feels BIG, damn big,
but not painful. Yes, you can stop for a minute to let me get used to
it, okay? And don't you dare pull it out!"

Knowing that Robyn wasn't hurt, and that the hardest part was over, Lucy
visibly relaxed next to me, as did Sandra, up by Robyn's head. We waited
like that for a minute or so before curiosity got the best of Sandra,
then Lucy, so that both of them moved to where they could see where
Robyn's rectum was wrapped around the end of my penis. Both turned to
look first at Robyn, then me, in amazement. Another minute or two went
by, and then Robyn said, "Okay, I'm ready for some more!"

At that, I put my other hand on her hip, and holding her steady, pressed
myself forward, easing my oiled member deeper into her bowels. Only once
did Robyn make any noise - a moan. When she did, Lucy immediately
latched onto my arm, before we heard Robyn say "Oh, God, that feels
weird - really nice, but weird!" On hearing that, Lucy released me, and
gave me an embarrassed smile. I smiled back in reassurance, and pressed
forward again, ever so slowly, so that Robyn would either have time to
get used to having me inside her, or let me know if she was experiencing
any problems.

Finally, though, there wasn't anything left to worry about - Robyn and I
could feel it, and Sandra and Lucy could see it, as my pubic hair filled
the area between Robyn's asscheeks: I was inside her, completely, my
scrotum brushing the lips of her vagina.

I held steady there for a couple of minutes, giving Robyn plenty of time
to get used to the sensations I was creating, and letting her adjust to
having her nether opening SO opened. Finally, I could feel Robyn move
under me, and a moment later, she said "Geez, that feels good. It feels
like you're all the way up to my TONSILS, almost. It doesn't hurt, but
it sure feels weird, like there's a baseball bat in my butt!"

I laughed, and said "Now, c'mon, Robyn - I know I'm not that big!",
making Sandra and Lucy laugh. Robyn answered "MAYBE not, but it sure
feels like it from here - or in there, or whatever!"

"Ready for me to start moving again?"

"Oh, god, yes!"

Reassured that she was ready, I slowly withdrew from her about half way,
watching as her rectum drew out to stay with me, then pucker inwards
when I eased myself forward again. As I did, we could all hear it as
Robyn softly moaned her pleasure. Encouraged, I did it again - a little
farther, and a little faster - and got another, louder, moan in
response. Finally satisfied that Robyn was enjoying what I was doing,
Lucy sat back to watch as I started moving more and more quickly in her
daughter's last virgin hole. Sandra leaned down to whisper something to
Robyn, turning her head to hear the reply. She was smiling when she
straightened up again, only to lean forward so that she was draped
across Robyn's back - her head in perfect position to watch me ream
Robyn's ass as she reached down and around to begin playing with Robyn's
clitoris, increasing the volume of Robyn's noises.

As Lucy watched, I could see her starting to get aroused from watching;
her legs were spread enough that I could see as her labia began to
thicken, and extend out from her opening. After a minute or so, she slid
herself forward so that she could also have a better view of where I was
buried in Robyn's ass, and reached forward to begin caressing Robyn's
breasts, and teasing her nipples.

I didn't need any additional stimulation. Every time Robyn moved, in any
direction, she couldn't help but tighten the ring of her anus around me,
and the sensations she created were incredible. As I moved faster and
faster in her, I could feel my balls start tightening up - I knew that I
wasn't far from finally coming for the first time that night. By that
time, Robyn was moving in counterpoint to me: when I withdrew, she would
rock forward; when I pushed in, she'd press back against me, encouraging
me to penetrate her as deeply as possible. It wasn't much longer before
I felt myself finally ready to climax. Taking a firm grip on her hips, I
held her steady as I began a slow, steady rhythm that served to bring me
closer and closer - until, finally, it happened: pushing myself as far
into her as I could get, I could feel the first of several hot jets of
my semen wash her bowels. Robyn felt it, too, suddenly announcing "Oh,
God, I can feel it! He's shooting in me! Oh, God, it's so HOT" before
she fell into her own orgasm in response.

I unloaded what felt like quarts of semen into her. Even when the actual
spurts stopped, it felt like there was still a continuous stream of my
sperm filling her insides. As I felt myself beginning to shrink, I could
still feel her going through a number of small tremors as the last of
her orgasm faded. Lucy and Sandra were holding her, keeping her from
collapsing on the bed. I gestured, and when they looked at me, indicated
that if they wanted to let her lay down, I would stay with her. Lucy
smiled at the thought, though Sandra didn't seem to quite know why. In
any case, they did it, with me supporting most of Robyn's weight as they
guided her to a laying position. From there, I easily arranged myself to
cover her body with mine, keeping her warm, but without letting too much
of my weight rest on her.

A couple more minutes, and I could feel her begin to stir under me; I
raised myself up a little more, and she started to turn to face me,
until she felt my softened penis still in her. She smiled at me, and
asked, "I suppose you're going to want that back, aren't you?", making
Sandra and Lucy laugh. I added to their amusement when I answered "Yeah,
that would probably be a good idea - who knows, you might want to use it
again, some day!"

Robyn giggled, and raised herself up a little, giving me a better angle
to pull free of her with a slight, but audible, pop. She blushed
furiously, and then sighed in contentment. She let me stay over her like
that for a bit longer, before telling me "I need to get up. I mean, I
really need to get up."

I laughed, and moved over, so that I could lie down; she quickly got to
her hands and knees, then eased her way to the edge of the bed before
gingerly walking to the bathroom. All of us watched her go, making her
blush at us before she got the bathroom door closed.

Sandra moved over to snuggle between Lucy and me; Lucy looked across her
to tell me "At first, I was really worried about her getting hurt. Then
I saw how careful and slow you were, and how much she wanted you to do
it. After you were inside her, and she was okay, I really felt better
about it. Then, watching you, I got really turned on - I mean, the idea
of watching someone humping my daughter's ass for the first time really
got to me, you know?"

She went on, saying "And then to see how excited she got, even when you
were being so careful and gentle with her, well, it just got me going
that much more. It's something that I'm going to have with me for the
rest of my life; and I'll enjoy it every time I remember it!"

Then she gave me a sly look, and said "You know, if you hadn't already
worn me out with what? Seven? Eight? Nine? Orgasms, I'd want to have
another run at you right now! And then giving each of them a couple" -
"Uh, three, for me", Sandra informed her - "But I'm afraid of what you
might do - or should I say, NOT do!", grinning.

About that time, Robyn opened the bathroom door, and started toward us.
We again watched her walk unsteadily to the bed; when she got close, and
saw that we were watching her again, blushed furiously before informing
us "Uh, it felt kinda greasy and messy, so I went in to clean up a
little. And after being stretched out like that, it feels kinda funny to
walk, too."

We all smiled at her, and I held out an arm, inviting her to cuddle next
to me as Lucy looked on approvingly. Settled into my side, Robyn quickly
put an arm on my chest and threw a leg across mine before resting her
head on my shoulder. Then she started playing with the hair on my chest
- one of her favorite post-coital pastimes. As we all cuddled, Lucy and
I switched over to talking about what I expected to do the next day, and
figuring out what to do if anything turned up.

After a bit, we noticed that the girls were yawning a lot, and told them
it was time for bed - sleeping, that is. Both smiled at the humor, and
we told them to go ahead and sleep in their room that night. Both nodded
sleepy agreement, and finally managed to get on their way. As they left,
Lucy told them that their showers could wait until morning; both nodded
appreciatively.

With them gone, Lucy and I got up and got the towels back into the
bathroom. While there, we decided that neither of us wanted to go to bed
stinky, and hopped in for a quick cleaning. Dried off, we made our way
back to the bed, turning lights off along the way. Lucy called down with
a wakeup call, then we were under the covers. We quickly fell asleep,
with me spooning behind Lucy, her breast in my hand.

I woke up the next morning on my back, with Lucy on her side next to me,
my arm around her. Her head was on my shoulder, and her arm and leg
lying across me. I lay there, contentedly, for quite some time before
she stirred, gradually waking up to see me looking at her. She smiled at
me, and laid her head back on my shoulder as I told her "You know, this
would be a damn fine way to wake up each morning." She murmured her
agreement into my pectoral, and drifted off again. A few minutes later,
content with the world, I did the same.

When I woke up next, it was to the sound of the phone - Lucy was taking
our wakeup call. She yawned at me ferociously, and I couldn't help but
respond in kind - making both of us laugh. She reached out, and I shied
back, saying, "If you think you're going to get to repeat yesterday,
you're wrong. I can't take it, I tell you - I just can't take it!",
making her laugh in response. Then I moved toward her again, and we
shared a good morning kiss, morning breath and all.

That accomplished, we managed to help each other out of bed; Lucy got
first turn in the bathroom as I got the small coffeepot the hotel
provided going. Lucy came out as I was finishing, and took over the job
of helping hurry it by watching it intently. Back out of the bathroom, I
saw that she'd helped the coffeemaker enough to have a cup of coffee
ready for each of us as it finished hissing and grumbling it's way
through the other half pot. Coming from the first batch of water through
the grounds, the coffee was pretty strong - a definite plus for both of
us. After about a half-cup apiece we were able, if not completely ready,
to get started; I filled our cups again, and we each headed for our own
bathrooms to get ready for the day.

Clean-shaven and fangs de-furred, I got dressed and headed back into
Lucy's room, to find her just finishing brushing her hair. That done, we
were both ready to have a try at breakfast, after going into the girls
room to leave them a note, and finding them tangled up in one bed.

Breakfast done, it was off to the office again. This time, with no
introductions to be made, I was able to get an earlier start. The IS
supervisor took one look at me, and let me know that it was okay to have
coffee in their computer room, provided it stay at my desk. I thanked
her, and she smiled. Lucy told me she'd back to get me for lunch, and we
kissed before she left.

At the desk they'd given me, I opened up my laptop and fired it up. When
it had finished booting, I checked a couple of the little security
features I'd put on it - and found that no one had apparently bothered
it overnight. Pleasantly surprised, I took another hit of coffee, and
went at it. Again, I got wrapped up in what I was doing, and didn't even
notice that Lucy had shown up until she cleared her throat to get my
attention. When I looked up at her, she gave me a strange look, and
said, "I've been standing here for five minutes, and you never noticed,
did you?"

I grinned shyly, and admitted that I hadn't - then went on to explain
that when I got focused on something, I pretty much lost track of
everything else around me. She started to ask me something, but quickly
cut it off when I gave her a little shake of my head and mouthed
"outside". She nodded, and took my hand as we made our way out of the
building.

Once outside, and in her car - the girls had opted to stay at the hotel
and watch TV that morning - she asked me what was up. I grinned at her,
and she blushed before telling me "You know what I mean, you turd!"

I suggested that we talk while she drove, and as we headed to another
restaurant, I told her what I'd found that morning: I'd started finding
the 'lost' files her accountants were missing, and after looking at
them, realized that there was some serious money missing. Once in the
restaurant, we continued to discuss it, but only in general terms - just
out of a sense of not knowing who the people at the next table were, and
not wanting to give anything away in public.

Lunch over, Lucy let me know what else I should be looking for in
response to my questions. Back at the office, she quickly kissed me
goodbye and headed back to the hotel. Once back on my computer, I
quickly got back into the groove I'd been in before lunch, and made a
lot of progress. When Lucy came to get me after work, I was waiting for
her outside the building; looking slightly surprised, she simply pulled
up in front of me, and I got into her car, finding the girls in the back
seat. Both greeted me, but fell silent when Lucy asked me what happened.
I told her that it could wait, and gestured with my eyes toward the back
seat, where the girls were. Playing along, she let it slide, and waited
patiently as I chatted with the girls about what they'd done that day.

Back at the hotel, the girls each gave me a kiss before heading off to
play video games; Lucy and I went up to her room, where I filled her in
on what had happened that afternoon, explaining that I'd found
additional files, and that in going through them, I'd been able to
figure out that there was a systematic looting of the company, and who
was doing it.

She looked both relieved and horrified, telling me that we needed to
call her boss. I suggested that we hold off for a little bit, so that we
could figure out what to do, so we could properly advise him as to the
options. She saw the sense in that, and we spent the next half hour or
so going over our options before she called her office.

Her boss was again quick to answer her call, and when she told him that
she thought he needed to get their client in on a conference call, he
didn't question her; he just DID it. I decided that I liked this guy -
trusted his people, did what needed to be done right now, and saved the
questions for later.

When their client was on the phone, Lucy filled them in on what I'd been
doing at the site, then roughly what I'd found, before letting me fill
them in on the gory details. I talked to them for nearly 20 minutes
without interruption; when I was done, I asked if there were any
questions. Lucy's boss and their client discussed things for several
minutes before coming back to ask us what WE thought. Here, Lucy showed
nerve I hadn't suspected she had: she flat out told them that she was in
over her head on stuff like this, but that I'd had some ideas and
suggestions that she thought sounded pretty good. Her boss and their
client listened as I told them what Lucy and I had come up with before
calling them. We discussed it a little more, worked out a couple of
details, and finally got things mostly figured out. The girls had gotten
back as I was finishing up my explanation of what I'd found; when they
saw and heard us on the conference call, had quickly beat a hasty and
silent retreat, quietly closing the doors between the rooms on their
way.

As the conversation was winding down, Lucy's boss decided that it was
time to take the bull by the horns - or any other part he could get hold
of. He simply came straight out with it, asking me "Dan, I know what
we're paying you for this. My question is, what is it going to cost us
now?"

Lucy looked at me, shrugged, and I told him "Sir, everything we've
discussed so far, and everything I do up until five o'clock tomorrow, is
covered under our initial agreement."

Lucy and I both heard him sigh in relief before he really understood
what I'd just said. He came back to ask, "Okay, then. What is the rest
going to cost us?"

"That would depend, sir. I'm perfectly fine with the idea of turning
this over to anyone of your choosing, and letting them run with it. Lucy
is right here, and any time tomorrow, I will provide her with EVERYTHING
I've covered here this evening, as stated in my contract with you. That
would be more than sufficient for any qualified person or persons to
take this thing to completion. If you would like for me to continue with
it, I'd be happy to do so under another contract, for a percentage of
what's recovered."

"That could add up to a tidy sum, there, son."

"Yup. From what I've seen so far, I'm thinking that it could be anywhere
between 250 and 300 million. Possibly more, depending on what I can find
out tomorrow."

Lucy and I heard him whistle as the client simply gasped.

"Why a percentage, and not a straight fee?" he asked after a moment.

"Simple. A percentage assures you that I'm going to be as motivated as
possible to get as much back as possible. I can honestly tell you I'd do
the same work for a flat fee, but you don't know me well enough to
believe it, yet."

"Yeah, I would feel better about giving you a percentage, and why. What
happens if we don't get it all, even though you show us where it is, or
where it went?"

"Okay, I'll tell you what - I'll agree to taking a percentage of what I,
personally, can prove is gone, and you can recover as a result. That
way, if something outside my, or your, control happens, neither one of
us is left holding the bag."

"What kind of percentage you talking about?"

"Depends."

"On what?"

"On how bad you want the money back. Look, I know it puts you in an
awkward position to try to do this without talking to Lucy, and your
client. You know what I found. You know where I stand, and I think you
know what I can do. There's really nothing left for me to discuss with
you, right now, except the financial end of it. I'm going to head down
to the bar and get a drink; you three talk it over, and Lucy knows where
to find me if she wants to make me an offer." - that part got me a dirty
look from her before I went on "However this turns out, and whatever you
decide, it's been a pleasure working for you, and I hope we get the
chance to meet someday."

That over, I said my goodbyes and headed for the door. The one between
my room and Lucy's, but they didn't know that, listening as I closed it
firmly, so they'd know I was gone. I quickly made my way over to the
girls room, where I explained to them what I'd found, and what it meant
- in general terms. They understood, and quickly offered to rub my
shoulders when they felt how tense I was. I readily accepted, and was
feeling quite relaxed by the time Lucy made an appearance.

With a serious look on her face, she parked herself in one of the chairs
before getting my attention.

"Dan? Dan! We need to talk. Money."

I grudgingly sat up and said "Okay, talk."

She gave me a look, and said, "They want to hire you. Not because of
anything I told them, but because of how fast you got them the
information they needed, and how you came up with ways to deal with
problems."

"Okay. So what are they going to do?"

"They're going to prosecute AND try to get the money back. That's where
they want you. They told me to negotiate a deal with you for a
percentage."

"What's the offer?"

"They told me no more than ten percent; less if I can."

"Okay. Call it eight. Tell them I started at twelve five, and you talked
me down."

Robyn and Sandra were watching this, not quite understanding what was
going on.

Lucy just looked at me as though I'd sprouted antlers, before saying
"You mean you're not going to take them for the max?"

"Nope."

"Why?"

"Couple of reasons. First, I don't need it that bad. Second, coming in
under their limit, makes you look good."

"But that's still TWO PERCENT!"

"So?"

She looked at me, exasperated, before noticing that the girls were well
and truly lost. She explained to them.

"Dan, here, is going to be doing some more work for my company. He's
going to be helping us get some money back that some people cheated our
client out of. We were just talking about what his fee will be; he said
he'd do it for a percentage of how much money he helped get back. My
company told me I could offer him as much as ten percent for his fee;
you just heard him say that he'd take EIGHT, and why."

Both girls nodded their understanding, and Robyn asked "So why is the
difference between eight percent and ten percent so important?"

Lucy just smiled at her as she answered "Well, going by what Dan here
told them, it's the difference - to HIM - between twenty and thirty
million dollars."

At that, both girls gasped, and got looks of wonder on their faces as
they tried to imagine that kind of money. I could have told them: you
can't really. Anything more than you can hold in your hand, it starts
getting too abstract.

Lucy turned back to me, and said, "They also said that your ideas
sounded pretty good, and to let them know what you needed - they said
they'd make sure you got it."

I thought for a few minutes while Lucy waited patiently, and the girls
just stared at me.

I finally told her "Okay, what we've got already, it's enough to take to
the law, and get them started. By lunch tomorrow, I expect to know more;
enough to really make a case. I think we'll need to talk to the local
FBI office, for starters. We can do that tomorrow, after lunch, I think.
To cover it, let's tell the people at the office that I've finished, and
will be preparing my report. If the FBI is anything like the military,
it'll take them some time to get things rolling. To keep our suspects
handy, can your client call a meeting they need to attend? I mean,
without making it obvious it's a fake?"

Lucy thought a moment, and told me "Well, next month they'd be having a
regular strategy session. We could probably get that moved up, for a
good enough reason."

I thought a moment, and suggested "How about one of your clients that
has to be at that meeting, has to reschedule for something medical? Like
a wife going in, where he'd be unavailable?"

Lucy's face brightened, and she said, "That's beautiful. Their board is
getting pretty old, so a sick wife would be perfect. I'll call them and
get it set up. Anything else?"

I thought some more, and said "Other than the FBI, no. I kinda doubt
that they'd take you and me all that serious. Can your boss, or even
better, the client, contact them first, and let them know we'll be in?
That way, we won't get jerked around as much."

Lucy nodded her head at that, too, and told me "Stay here; I'll go get
it started, and be right back" before standing up and heading back for
her room. I turned to look at the girls, and they were still staring at
me as they tried to get their minds around the idea of twenty million
dollars.

Finally, Sandra spoke up, asking, "You really do stuff that you can make
twenty million dollars? For just ONE job?"

"In this case, yeah, I do. Usually, though, I just make about fifteen
thousand at a time."

Robyn spoke up, asking "You really gave up ten MILLION dollars just so
my mom could look good to her boss?" in a disbelieving tone.

"Sure. Like I told her, first, I don't need it that bad. You already
know that, Robyn, if you'll think about it. Second, I love her, and want
to help her with HER job, if I can."

Robyn looked pleased when I said that I loved Lucy, but didn't seem
quite as sure about the rest of it. Sandra was just staring at me again.

Just then, Lucy came back into the room telling me "Well, the local FBI
office will be expecting us tomorrow afternoon. Our client's Chief
Financial Officer is just now discovering that his wife has to go into
the hospital next month, when the strategy meeting is scheduled; they'll
be letting the local office know tomorrow morning that it's being held
day after tomorrow, instead. And my boss just told me that if I never
show up in the office again, I've guaranteed my pension. He actually
THANKED me, and told me that I'd be well taken care of when I got back."
That said, she launched herself at me, giving me a fierce hug before
raining kisses on my face as she kept repeating "thank you, thank you" -
much to the amusement of Robyn and Sandra.

We spent the rest of that evening watching TV, of all things. We sent
out for pizza, and were all piled on the bed in my room as we ate it,
watching a movie on one of the cable channels.

We went to bare skin, but more for comfort than desire; the same way,
there was a reasonable amount of touching and groping, but it was more
social that arousal. I think all of us needed to take a break.

When bedtime finally rolled around, there was a little discussion on
sleeping arrangements. We finally decided that it would be acceptable if
it looked like the girls had spent the night with Lucy; that meant that
I could have a sleeping companion, as could Lucy. The girls discussed
it, and finally decided that Robyn would stay with her mother, and
Sandra would sleep with me.

The next morning, Lucy and I both got up at about the same time; as she
was doing her makeup thing in her bathroom, I hauled Sandra into her
room, and put her in bed with Robyn; the two of them quickly latched on
to each other, even in their sleep, amusing Lucy greatly.

After a light breakfast, we were again headed to the office. Lucy seemed
to realize that I had a lot on my mind, and was tolerant of the short
answers I gave her when she tried to make conversation on the drive.
Once there, I came out of it long enough to give her a proper kiss and
hug before she left to tell the execs that I'd be done that morning, and
wouldn't be back after lunch.

Back at my desk, I started to work after verifying that my laptop hadn't
been tampered with. It was a busy morning for me, but I did manage to
find out the last bits of information I needed, which told me where to
get what was completely missing. As it got close to lunchtime, I eased
myself out of their system, disconnected from their network, and went in
to talk for a moment with the IS supervisor. I told her that I was done
with what I'd been hired for, and let her know that I was out of their
system. I thanked her for her help and tolerance; she responded by
saying that she wished all the contractors she saw were as easy to deal
with as I was. I thanked her again, and made my way outside, where I
found Lucy waiting for me.

As I got in, she asked me how it went, and I told her that I had
everything we needed, and that there simply wasn't any way for the execs
to get away with what they'd been up to. She gave me delighted smile,
and said that she'd called the local FBI office, and we had an
appointment for 1:30. We left for a nice, leisurely lunch, and each had
a glass of wine in celebration.

1:30 found us sitting in a small, nondescript office in FBI
headquarters, waiting for a couple of agents to join us. After a short
bit, the door opened, and in came a man and woman, he in his mid-
twenties, her about ten years older.

The woman introduced herself as Agent Clara Hawkes, and the man as
Special Agent Charles Tunisi. Lucy and I introduced ourselves, and all
of us sat down before Agent Hawkes asked us how the FBI could help us.
Lucy gave them some background on the situation, and what had happened.
With that done, the Agents turned to me, and I ran them through a brief
description of what I'd found. When I was done, Agent Tunisi looked at
me and said "So why is it we should believe that you've found something?
You admit that you're not an accountant or even a bookkeeper, but you
say you've got proof that over three hundred million dollars has been
siphoned off? Really, Mr. Andrews, I find it difficult to believe you;
and I should warn you that the FBI takes a dim view of people wasting
its agents time."

I looked at him in surprise before looking over at Agent Hawkes. She
rolled her eyes, and told him "Charlie, did you read the file?"

"Uh, no."

"Why not?"

"Because the request came in from headquarters that somebody was
requesting we meet with their local reps. Happens all the time, usually
a waste."

"Charlie, did you bother to find out who was making the request?"

"No, why?"

"Because if you had, you would have found out that it was from a
reputable company, and that headquarters asked we treat them nice -
which you're not doing. Read the file, Charlie", she told him as she
nudged a folder over in front of him. When he picked it up, she told us
"Charlie, here, is a new agent. He didn't go through the Academy like
the rest of us. Thought he knew everything when he got here, and still
doesn't realize he doesn't. We pulled so many gags on him the first few
months, he got the name Charlie 'the Tuna' Tunisi, because of how many
times he took the hook. Believe it or not, he's actually better now,
when he pays attention. Please, accept my apologies".

Lucy and I both nodded, and watched as Charlie read.

After a couple of minutes, he visibly paled, and looked up at me before
going on. When that happened, Agent Hawkes told us "I was waiting for
that." Then she turned to him and said "Charlie, maybe you need to start
reading the file out loud?" Between telling us about his nickname and
how he'd earned it, and talking to him this way, it was clear that she
was slapping him down. Hard.

He looked at her, and she nodded that she was serious. He cleared his
throat, and read

"Andrews, Daniel W., U.S. Army. Assigned Special Forces with all
appropriate training; further assigned to Strike Team Alpha, a prototype
for the Delta Force. Qualified with all personal weapons in the Army
inventory. Rated Expert Pistol, Expert Rifle. Assigned duties were team
sniper and explosives expert. Backup duties included communications and
medic. Fluent in Russian, German, and Spanish. Received advanced sniper
training, and advanced ordnance training. In both cases, class
instructors requested he be retained for instructor duty. Ordnance
instructor is reported as having said "I think he could blow the Hoover
dam with three matches and can of lighter fluid, if you pushed him. He's
that good." Instructor for unarmed combat, instructor for guerilla
warfare tactics and strategy. Multiple missions, all classified.
Received Silver Star, two Bronze Stars, two Purple Hearts, other
commendations. Recommended for Medal Of Honor. Offered Officer school
three times, all refused, last time saying "once through boot camp was
enough". Others he served with describe him as "Smart", "Nerveless",
"Gutsy", "fast-thinker", "integrity out the wazoo", and "unflappable".
Commanding officers uniformly praised him in the highest terms.

"Served two tours before being discharged. Upon leaving the military,
attended M.I.T., majoring in computer science. Graduated top one percent
of his class. Masters degree in computer science, with a paper on "Data
Recovery Through Forensic Analysis Techniques". Offered doctorate
program, refused, saying "I've got my schooling, now I need an
education". Standing offer from his dean to join doctorate program.

"Attended Princeton, graduated dual degrees in Philosophy and
Mathematics. Questioned at Princeton about a surveillance system that
was used to help bust a chemistry professor for manufacture and
distribution of several drugs.

"Several jobs followed, each a move up. Supervisors uniformly
disappointed that he left, but not upset. Started his own business ten
years ago. File maintained because he is a contractor and contributor on
several DoD contracts."

Lucy was staring at me through all of this; when he finished and put the
folder down, Lucy looked at Agent Hawkes, who asked "You didn't know?"

Lucy shook her head, and said, "I knew some of it, in general, but not
the details. He wouldn't talk to me about any of it."

Agent Hawkes smiled, and said "Good. He wasn't supposed to. I've seen
the file that they used to make THAT one. Believe me, you don't want to
know any more than what you've heard here."

That out of the way, Agent Hawkes looked at me again, and asked "So, Mr.
Andrews, what is it that you propose?"

Lucy and I went through what we'd found in a little more detail, and I
explained to Agent Hawkes what I had, and what I thought it meant. She
called in a couple accountants and computer people, and they and I went
through it in some detail. When I was done, and answered their
questions, they told her I was right, then left. When they were gone, I
went on to tell her what I thought should happen; when I told her about
getting the execs out of the office, she smiled, and thanked me. Special
Agent Tunisi just sat to the side, quietly, and watched the whole thing
happen.

When I was done, Agent Hawkes excused herself and Charlie, saying that
she had to get a couple things rolling. She asked if we wanted anything
while she was gone, and Lucy and I both expressed an interest in a cup
of coffee. A couple minutes later, Charlie brought it in. As he was
heading out the door again, he turned to look at Lucy, then me, before
saying "Mr. Andrews, I owe you two an apology. You came in here and were
basically handing us a case against a couple of people that we've been
after for months, and I was worse than rude. I'm sorry."

"As long as you learned something from it, Agent Tunisi", I told him.

He smiled, nodded, and went about his business.

A short time later, Agent Hawkes came back in, and sat down before
telling us "Well, we've got a case. We've been after these folks for a
while, and you've given them to us on a silver platter. Mr. Andrews, the
FBI doesn't know everything, and I'd like to talk with you about what
you think the best way of going at this would be."

"First off, I'd suggest that you get those characters under
surveillance."

"Already done.", she smiled.

"Next, I'd leave them alone until you've had a chance to trace out all
the bank accounts they've used. I've got a list of the first layer here;
that will get your people started. Me, I'd be tempted to track not only
where the money went from these accounts, but what other money was
coming into them, as well."

She told me "I'd expect they'd do that, but I'll make sure to mention
it. What else?"

"I expect the rest of us can keep them distracted while your people do
their bank thing, as long as they don't dawdle. I think we - you - have
a case now" - "Oh, we do!", she laughed - "but there's some more
information that I think would add a few more nails to their coffin, at
their offices. I simply didn't have the time to collect all of it. Also,
I suspect that there are a couple of people that knew something was
going on, but not what. If you can get their help, they could probably
add to your case, as well."

She smiled at us, and said "One thing I've learned: there's no such
thing as too much evidence. But wouldn't that tip our hand?"

"I don't think so, if you went at it right. If you start at the top and
nab the top dogs, then the lower people just have to play dumb, and
they're off the hook, for the most part. They won't fight you, they just
won't HELP. If you hit them from the bottom, and let them know it's
either give up their boss, or share a cell with him, they'll be a LOT
more helpful."

She looked at me appreciatively, and said "I like the way you think, Mr.
Andrews. I do believe we can arrange that. But what if one of our
suspect calls the office?"

"Then the folks in the office do what you tell them to: hearts and
minds, after all", I answered.

Agent Hawkes laughed, while Lucy looked confused. Agent Hawkes explained
to her "An old Special Forces line I've heard: get 'em by the balls, and
their hearts and minds will follow' - meaning that if we've got a cell
waiting for the office people, they'll do about anything to stay out of
it. Including lying to their bosses by telling them everything's fine."

She looked at me again and asked "Anything else?"

"I think the person you would want to talk to first would be their
Information Services supervisor. I think she knows something was going
on, didn't like it, but didn't know what to do about it. Give her a
chance to say her piece, and I'll bet you'll be glad you did."

"Do you have any reason for saying that?"

"Just a gut feeling."

She looked at me speculatively, and said "I think I can trust your
'gut', Mr. Andrews. That's it?"

I nodded, and she looked at both Lucy and I before saying "Okay, here's
the bad news. We have reason to believe that there is an organized crime
element involved in this, indirectly. We don't expect to keep word about
this quiet forever, even though it's been classified. There is a chance
that you may come to the attention of that crime element, and they will
not be pleased with you. I can offer you any help you might need until
we get this taken care of - you've given us a key that unlocks the door
to a LOT of money that's been misplaced, and we don't want to see
anything happen to you."

Lucy looked at me, and I reassured her with a smile before telling Agent
Hawkes "I'm not too worried about me." - she snorted - "But it would
make me - and Lucy - feel better if there was somebody watching over us,
discretely. You see, Lucy has a daughter, who's here in town with a
friend, and they're staying at the hotel with us. We'd like to avoid
alarming them, if we can."

Agent Hawkes nodded solemnly, and looked at Lucy, asking "What hotel?
What's their room number?". Lucy told her, and Agent Hawkes got on the
phone. A moment later, she told the other person "Bill? Clara here.
We've got a 'go' on Operation Bandit. Yeah, he came through like a
prince - we've got these guys nailed. One thing, though, is that the
woman has a couple kids with her. Yeah." She put her hand over the
phone, and asked "Brief description? Ages?". Lucy told her, and she went
back to the phone, telling 'Bill' the hotel and room number, and went on
to tell him "Okay, here you go. Subject one, female, Robyn with a 'y',
thirteen, five-three, dark and dark, slender. Subject two, female,
Sandra, fifteen, five-five, light and light, slender. Observe and
protect discretely. Yeah, Mom knows, so does he. Listen, Bill? Anything
happens, and he gets involved, do NOT, I repeat NOT, get in his way;
make sure you tell your people, too. Yeah, look at the file, you'll see.
Thanks."

She turned back to us, saying "They'll have two people watching out for
them in less than twenty minutes. We'll have a full crew in less than an
hour."

I nodded, and Lucy accepted my judgment, for the moment. I'd explain to
her later that the FBI did a damn fine job of taking care of witnesses.

"Agent Hawkes" - "Please, call me Clara. I think we're going to be
spending time together, and we might as well make it friendly" - "Fine,
call us Dan and Lucy. Clara, what about Lucy, here?"

"We already figured to have some people on her. Plus you, too, I
expect." - I smiled at her, she got the message - "Dan, do you carry?"

"Not normally. Never wanted to bother getting the permits and all that."

She frowned slightly, and said, "For this case, it would make me feel
better if you would. Go shopping tonight, and pick something out you
like. I'll have a federal permit for you tomorrow morning; give me the
receipt, and we'll reimburse you. If it needs anything, we've got a guy
here that can take care of it for you real quick like. Vest?"

"I don't own one."

"Okay, I'll have one waiting for you on your way out. They're a lot
lighter and more comfortable now, so wear it, okay?"

I nodded, and she went to the phone again. As she was making
arrangements for my vest and permit, I explained to Lucy that I'd be
wearing a bulletproof vest when we went out, and carrying a gun. She got
a real worried look when I told her that, and was ready to cry by the
time Clara got off the phone. Clara saw it, and knew the reason.

"Lucy? I know it's scary. Scares me, too sometimes. But you're doing the
right thing. We're the Federal Bureau of Investigation. This isn't the
first time we've done this, and it won't be the last. You, and Dan here,
are making a case for us that we've been on for months, if not years.
We're going to protect you. AND your daughter, AND her friend. ALL of
you are important to us. In fact, the people we assign to protect our
witnesses are all volunteers, and have special training; if anything
happens, THEY'LL get hurt, not you, not your kids, okay?"

Lucy nodded, and Clara went on "All the stuff we're talking about, all
the plans we're making to protect those girls and you, is prevention.
The chances of catching measles is pretty small, isn't it?" - Lucy
nodded - "But you took Robyn in for the shot anyway, didn't you? Well,
that's what we're doing here - the chance of anyone bothering you are
real small - but we want to make sure that nothing happens to you, or
them, anyway. The first time she got sick, you were scared, weren't you?
But it turned out okay, didn't it? Well, this is scary too, but it's
going to turn out just as good, okay?"

Somewhat mollified, Lucy nodded, and dabbed at her tears. I knew that I
was going to be doing some talking that night, though. Clara looked at
me in sympathy; she knew it, too.

I asked Clara "Do we say anything to the girls? If so, how much?"

She got a thoughtful look on her face, and answered "Our experience has
been that if they know a little bit, it's better for everybody involved.
You don't have to tell them everything, but it helps if they know to
watch out. How much to tell them depends on how mature they are, and how
well they can handle themselves."

Lucy and I shared a smile at that.

Clara suddenly brightened up, and said "Come on with me, I've got an
idea. How about if you two meet the man I was talking to?"

Lucy perked up a little at that, and I nodded. Clara stood up, and
guided us through a few twists and turns in the corridors until we got
to a rather bland looking room. Behind a desk sat a man that looked as
though he was carrying the world on his shoulders. He stood up, and
Clara made the introductions: "Bill, this is Lucy, and Dan. Dan and
Lucy, this is Bill, the man I was talking to on the phone."

Bill shook hands with me before focusing on Lucy. He looked at her a
moment, then said "It's okay. Both girls are at the hotel pool, and I've
got three people watching out for them this very instant. Another hour,
we'll have five more. Every one of them is armed, and wearing body
armor. Their ONLY job right now is to make sure those girls, and you,
don't get hurt. Every one of them is ready to get between either of
those girls, and any trouble. Nothing's going to happen to them -
they're OUR girls, too, now. I'm a father. I've got three daughters
these girls' ages. I'd trust our people to protect them. In fact, I
have."

Lucy looked at him questioningly, and he told her "It's a long story.
Short version, a couple of drug dealers got mad because we kept them
from killing a couple of witnesses. They thought they could take it out
on me, through my family. One's dead, the other is in jail now, doing
some seriously hard time. My daughters are fine - well, except for being
teenagers!", he teased.

Lucy managed a small laugh, and nodded her understanding.

That taken care of, Bill turned to look at me. He asked me "You ready
for this?" I just looked him in the eye, and after a moment, he answered
his own question "Yeah, you're ready." He turned to Clara, and said, "I
read his file; thanks for the heads up. My people know to leave him
alone; after seeing these two, I can tell them why, too.

Suddenly, Bill made as though to jump at Lucy.

As he was picking himself up off the floor on the other side of the
room, he groaned, and said, "I think you broke a rib."

"Good."

Lucy and Clara were just standing there, trying to figure out what
happened.

He tried to laugh, then grimaced, before saying "Sorry about that, but I
just had to be sure you could still do it. I don't like to lose
witnesses."

"Fair enough. Glad I didn't hurt you too bad."

"Me, too."

Clara finally spoke up, asking him "Bill, what the hell did you think
you were doing?"

He smiled and told her "I had to know if he was good enough - at least,
as good as his file said."

"And?"

"He's better", with another grimace.

She frowned at him, and told him "Okay, Mr. Macho, now go see the doc
and get yourself taken care of."

He nodded, and excused himself before heading down the hall.

Clara turned to us and asked "Do you have any more questions right now?"

Lucy and I both shook our heads, and Clara told us "Then I'd like to
meet with you again tomorrow morning, say, ten o'clock, if that's okay.
Until then, I think I'd better get you out of here before anyone
actually gets hurt!", smiling.

She guided us back to the front, where the receptionist had a small
package for me. Out of Lucy's hearing, Clara told me "Please, get
something as soon as possible. We'll have some people follow you
tonight, just in case. If anything happens, we'll be there." I nodded my
understanding before Lucy and I headed for her car.

Back at the hotel, Lucy and I headed first for the rooms; when we didn't
find the girls, both of us changed into casual clothing - I put on the
vest they'd given me - and headed for the pool where we found Robyn and
Sandra splashing around. We sat down at a table near where they'd left
their robes, and Lucy whispered to me "I don't see anybody."

I told her, softly, "You don't need to whisper, okay? There's nobody
close enough to hear us, and the noise in here would beat any listening
devices. Actually, I can see all four of them."

"Four?" she asked.

"Yeah. The exec over there with the laptop? Too noisy in here to get
anything done, and he's looking around too much. The college girl on the
lounge?" - "You mean the built one?", Lucy asked, archly - "Yeah, her.
No tan, but she's too fit not to have gotten at least SOME sun. That,
and her bag is a little too big - meaning she'd got plenty of room to
reach in and grab the gun that's in there. The guy by the door, reading
the paper? He's not holding it the way most people would, and not
changing pages often enough, even if he was reading every word. He's
looking around too much, too. Last, the lady with the baby carriage over
there. She keeps leaning over toward it, but there's no noise coming out
of it, and she'd not actually doing anything with it."

Lucy looked at me, and asked "How do you know all that? How did you see
it? What if ONE of them isn't FBI?"

"I know all it because of what I did before, remember? I saw it for the
same reasons. If one of them wasn't FBI, at least of the FBI people
would be watching him or her. But none of them is paying any attention
to any of the others. The guys should at LEAST be looking over at the
babe in the swimsuit", and earning myself a short jab from her elbow
before she realized I was teasing her.

About that time, the girls saw us, and popped out of the pool to come
over and sit with us. As they were walking toward us, I whispered to
Lucy to see if any of the FBI guys eyeballed the girls. She discretely
looked, and whispered back "Not a one. What are they, eunuchs?"

I whispered back "Nope. That's just how dedicated they are to making
sure nobody gets hurt." - making her realize just how serious these
folks were about protecting her and the girls.

The four of us chatted for a few minutes before I suggested that we head
up to the rooms and figure out what to do for the evening. The girls
quickly agreed, and collected their stuff so the four of us could head
to the rooms. On the way out, I stopped by the guy reading the paper by
the door, and knelt down to tie my shoes. From there, I softly told him
"We'll be up in the rooms for at least a half hour before going out -
probably to the mall." The guy played his part, and pretended to ignore
me - but gave me a look when I added "Bill will tell you the rest."

After that, I stood up again, and quickly caught up with the rest of
them. Lucy fell back to whisper to me "What were you DOING?"

I answered her by telling her that I'd let the protection people know
how long they had before we'd be back out. When she asked why, I simply
asked her "How long can you hold YOUR bladder?" - and got a grin in
return.

Back in the rooms, the girls quickly skinned out of their suits, and
came over to give me a hug - and noticed the vest I was wearing. They
looked up at me in curiosity, and Lucy and I told them to have a seat,
we needed to have a talk. Both quickly planted their cute fannies on
chairs, looking at us with some trepidation.

Lucy and I looked at each other, and I spoke first, telling them "You
know that your mom and I have been trying to catch some people that have
been stealing from her client's company, right?"

They nodded, and I went on "Well, I've got evidence that proves what
they did - I mean, not just that there was money stolen, but WHO stole
it, and how, and when. Because they put some of the money in banks in
other states, that means that what they did is a federal offense - which
means that it involves the FBI."

They nodded again before I went on "Lucy and I were at the FBI office
today, where I showed them the evidence that I have. They were very
happy to see us because the people that have been doing the stealing
have been doing other stuff, too - and the FBI has been trying to find
something to charge them with for a while. So when Lucy and I showed
them what we had, they were very happy. They also told us that there are
some really big criminals involved, and that these criminals probably
wouldn't like having their friends go to jail, or like losing all the
money that was stolen."

Again, nods, and I continued "These criminals are pretty mean, and they
might want to try to do something to keep me and Lucy from doing
anything to help the FBI. Maybe even try to do something to hurt YOU. So
the FBI has some people watching out for us. You probably didn't notice,
but there were even some of them down at the pool."

Here, Sandra chirped up, saying "I was wondering about a couple of the
guys. I mean, Robyn and I were running around in our wet suits, and they
wouldn't even LOOK at us!" - and making me and Lucy both laugh.

I told them "Well, that's why - not because you aren't cute and sexy,
but because they were watching to make sure no bad guys could do
anything. So if you see anybody watching you, there's no need to be
worried, or afraid. Just let me or Lucy know, so we know who they are -
that way, we can ask them for help if we need it. Okay?"

Both of them voiced their agreement before Robyn asked "But what about
you and Mom?"

"Me and your mom are a special case. The FBI people are watching us,
too, to make sure we stay safe, but because your mom and I will be
moving around a lot, it's harder for them to take care of us. That, and
because I did some special stuff in the Army, they're letting me be the
one that does most of the protecting of Lucy."

Robyn grinned, and asked "But who's gonna protect her from YOU? Or you
from her?" - and getting laughs from all of us before I continued
"That's our problem - if it's a problem at all. Do YOU want to be
protected from ME?"

She grinned again, and said "Nope! Not a chance!"

I smiled back at her and said "Well, because I'm the one watching out
for your mom, I'm wearing a bulletproof vest" - both of them sobered at
that - "but ONLY because it makes the FBI and your mom feel better. NONE
of us expects there to be any trouble; we're just doing all this as a
precaution. Kind of like getting a shot, so you don't get the flu."

That seemed to reassure her, and I went on to say "One of the other
things the FBI asked me to do was to carry a gun." Immediately, both
girls got serious again, before I could tell them "Not that they expect
me to need it, but just so I'd have it if there WAS any trouble. Again,
it's like carrying a snakebite kit if you go hiking - you probably won't
need it, but it's a good idea to have it, if you do. Okay?"

Both of them expressed doubt at that idea, but I went on to tell them
"Look at it this way - if the bad guys know I have a gun, they won't
want to make trouble, right?"

That seemed to calm them down again - it didn't occur to them that if I
was armed, the bad guys would just come better equipped.

With Sandra and Robyn filled in, and reasonably accepting of the
situation, the only thing left was to decide what to do about supper,
and the rest of the evening. We haggled over that one until I had an
idea. I went to my room, and called down to the desk, asking the
operator to put me in touch with one of the FBI people. In just a couple
of seconds, I heard a male voice that identified itself as Agent
Gallery.

"Agent Gallery, I've got a proposition for you."

"What's that, sir?"

"The ladies and I were going to go to do a little shopping this evening,
and I thought you might like to work with us on it - try and make both
our lives easier. What do you say?"

"That would be very nice, sir. What did you have in mind, sir?"

"Well, first thing is supper. I don't think you folks would look forward
to trying to watch out for us in a regular restaurant. So what I'd
propose is that one of you contact Muddy Waters - I served with him, and
trust him - at Café Triomphe, and see if he's got a small room we can
use. If he does, we'll eat there. Otherwise, if you can recommend a
decent place to eat, we'll go there - so you can have some time to get
it covered."

"Yes, sir, we're aware of your friendship with Mr. Waters. I think we
can reach him" the agent told me.

"I figured. The other thing is, as Agent Hawkes suggested, I plan to buy
a weapon this evening. Perhaps you or one of your colleagues would be
able to recommend a, shall we say, friendly place? Seeing as how I'm
from out of town?"

"I think we can come up with something along those lines, sir."

"Great. Last thing, the ladies would like to do some shopping. Clothes,
jewelry, that sort of thing. Me, I'd like to have a look at some
electronics and computer stuff. Something like a mall, perhaps. Again,
I'll ask your recommendation, so that you and your people can cover it.
Whatever size mall or shopping center you think would be best. Like I
said, we're willing to work with you."

"We appreciate that, sir. Actually, in a case like this, the best bet is
to be as public as possible, so any one of the malls would be fine. The
Galaxy mall is the biggest, with an excellent selection of stores."

"Sounds fine, Agent Gallery. I've got a pretty good idea of what I want
in a handgun, so I don't expect that to take long. What would be a
decent itinerary?"

"I'd say supper, then the gun store, then the mall, sir."

"Fair enough. You'll let me know how to get to there at Muddy's place,
right? I'm sure we can find the biggest mall in town", I joked.

No joking for this guy. "Yes, sir, we'll have directions for you before
you leave, and the owner will be expecting you."

"Thank you, Agent Gallery. By the way, which one are you?"

"Sir?"

"You're either the exec working on his laptop, or the guy reading the
paper. You don't sound like either the babe in the swimsuit, or the
mother with the carriage."

He hesitated a moment, and said "Actually, sir, I just got here a few
minutes ago. I know all of the agents you just mentioned. Were they
really that obvious, sir?"

"Not at all - I just know what I was looking for."

"How did you spot them, sir?"

I went on to tell him the observations I'd made to Lucy. When I was
done, I told him "It's okay. Nobody else noticed. It's just that I've
been on the pointy end of the stick a time or two, and Agent Hawkes got
me going."

He sounded relieved, and said "Yes, sir, thank you, sir. I'll mention it
to the agents involved. We like to keep it as casual looking as
possible, and you just helped us do that."

"That's fine. Like I said, it was a good showing; it's just that these
ladies are special to me, and I'm not your normal protectee."

"So I've been told, sir. Silver star, and such. By the way, sir, Bill
did have a broken rib, but said to tell you 'thanks for the lesson'"

"Glad to hear he's okay. You'll let me know what Muddy has to say?"

"Yes, sir."

"Thanks. Have a good evening."

"You, too, sir" he told me before hanging up.

I let Lucy and the girls know what the plan was, and aside from the side
trip to the gun store, they were pretty happy at the idea. We sat around
chatting for a few minutes before the phone in my room rang. I hustled
to answer it, and heard Agent Gallery announce himself before telling me
that Muddy had a small room ready for us whenever we got there. I asked
him if he needed any time before we left, and he cautiously asked for
five minutes. I told him fifteen, and he sounded pleased when he agreed.

Lucy and the girls were listening to my side of the conversation, and
when it was over, quietly cheered at the idea of another supper at
Muddy's place. Me, I was ready to go to McDonalds - I didn't look
forward to arguing with Muddy over the check. It being a private supper,
the three of them opted to dress comfortable - Lucy in a cotton
something-or-other that flattered her shape, the girls in light dresses
that still managed to make it clear they were female. I changed into a
looser shirt, and called it good enough.

When the allotted time was up, the four of us headed out the door - and
spotting someone casually lounging about in the hallway. All three of
them looked at me, and I just shrugged. I didn't tell them, but I could
spot the slight bulge of a weapon under the college kid's aloha shirt.

There wasn't anybody obviously hanging around in the lobby, or out in
the parking lot - but Lucy and I knew they were there. We got in her
car, and this time, she drove us all to Muddy's. At the front door, the
headwaiter recognized us immediately, and guided us to a small room at
the back of the restaurant. As early as it was, the place hadn't really
gotten busy yet, so there weren't many people to see us.

The door between us and the main dining area had barely closed when
Muddy came in, asking me "Boomer, what the hell have you gotten us into
this time?"

"What do you mean 'us'? You got a mouse in your pocket?" I answered.

"Dammit, you think I'm gonna get a call from the FBI, asking if I've got
a room for you and these ladies without knowing you're in some kind of
trouble? I KNOW you're not stupid enough to think that you're gonna get
in trouble without me wanting to help out!"

I sighed, and said "Ah, HELL. Okay, Muddy, here's the deal. I've been in
town helping Lucy figure out what's been going on out at TechnoDynamics.
Seems a couple of the execs liberated some of the company's money, and I
helped figure out the who and when and where. Tolerable chunk of change,
three hundred million and up. Company Lucy works for wants to put them
in jail, and see if they can get their money back. Well, the money went
to out of state banks, which brings in the FBI. FBI lady tells us that
there's maybe quote organized crime unquote involved. They get kind of
nervous, and all of a sudden, we've got protection. Well, Lucy and the
girls, more than me."

He frowned at me, and said "Well, you want some help, you know where to
find me. I can get hold of some of the other guys, too, if you want.
Just say the word."

"Nah, don't need any of that. It's just the FBI being paranoid, is all,
I think. Anyway, we're not going to be in town that much longer."

He gave me the fisheye, but didn't say anything, other than "Well, don't
be opening that door too fast, or you'll likely scare the fellas sitting
at the table outside it."

Then he turned to Lucy and the girls, smiling broadly as he asked them
how they were, and if they'd had a nice time during their last visit.
All three hastened to assure him they were fine, and had enjoyed the
place tremendously.

He asked us what we were hungry for, and the four of us just shared a
look before Robyn said, "Those steaks last time were great, but I'm
actually kind of in the mood for just a cheeseburger", apologetically.
Lucy and Sandra nodded in agreement.

When he looked at me, I told him "Sound pretty good, to me too,
actually. Besides, I know this is kind of a rush job, Muddy."

He smiled again, and said, "If the lady wants a cheeseburger, then it's
a cheeseburger she'll have. Won't be 'just' a cheeseburger, though."

When he left, I went over to the door to the main dining area, and
knocked before opening it a crack. I found an agent standing there, and
quickly invited him in. I asked his name, and he told me that he was
Special Agent Wilson. I asked him if I could speak to whoever was in
charge of the detail, and he said that Agent Gallery would be with me in
a moment, before slipping out the door.

A couple minutes later, I heard a discrete knock at the door, and told
the other person to come on in - I was standing to the side, ready to
drop whoever it was. A man in a suit came in, and quickly identified
himself as Agent Gallery. We shook hands, and I thanked him for his
help. He thanked me for working with them, and I told him that if he
didn't mind, I'd like to make arrangements for the people with us to get
a decent meal - that if he accepted, I'd get Muddy with him to work out
who got to eat when, and so on. He readily agreed, and I told him that
we'd be happy to stay there a little extra time so his people could eat,
if he wanted. He assured me that wasn't necessary, saying that the last
ones to eat would be those going off shift. He also handed me a sheet of
paper with directions to a gun store, saying that the owner was a
retired FBI agent, and would be agreeable to me taking my weapon with
me. I thanked him, again, and he assured me he was glad to be able to
help. In short order, we'd made arrangements to be able to contact each
other easily, and he went back into the dining area.

A couple minutes later, Muddy came in with our salads, and I asked him
if he had some chow to spare - I wanted to make sure the FBI people
didn't go hungry. He said he had enough to fix them up with about
anything they wanted. I told him that I wanted to pay for it, and the
argument began. I wanted to pay because it was Lucy and the girls they
were protecting. Muddy wanted to do it because it was me asking. We
finally settled it so that he covered the FBI people, and I paid for the
meals for the rest of us. A poor compromise, but the best I could get
out of him. That settled, I gave him Agent Gallery's name and
description, and he headed off to make the arrangements.

About the time we finished our salads, Ricky, from our previous visit,
came in with our cheeseburgers. He presented them to us as though they
weren't anything less than the steaks we'd had last time - and after
each of us took a bite, we had to agree with him: the same delicious
flavor, only in a sandwich. Each of us also had a portion of crispy,
golden french-fries, and fresh toppings for our burgers. We took our
time, savoring each bite, even chatting with Muddy when he came in to
join us. Having Muddy there, telling stories as we ate, did wonders to
distract Lucy and the girls from why we were there in the first place.

When we'd finished that part of our meal, Muddy headed off again,
reappearing a short time later with bowls of ice cream for us all. None
of us thought anything of it, until we'd taken a bite - then realized
just how good this ice cream was!

Muddy chuckled, and told us "That's fresh ice cream folks. It's just
plain old vanilla, made just today, with FRESH ingredients and REAL
vanilla beans. What do you think?" Robyn looked up at him with an impish
grin, and said "Beats grubs!" - and earning herself a roar of laughter
from him.

We took our time with the ice cream, too - it was simply too good to
hurry. Finally, though, it was gone - and after Ricky had cleared the
bowls from the table, another waiter brought in cups of coffee for me,
and Lucy, and hot chocolate for Sandra and Robyn. We all sat around,
listening as Muddy told stories and joked with us. Finally, though it
was time to go. As we were leaving, Muddy pulled me aside and said "If
it's really the Mob involved, you might want to look up Guido. He's here
in town."

I looked at Muddy in surprise, and he let me know "Nah, he's not in the
family business; everything I hear, he's stayed out of it completely.
But it's still HIS family, y'know? Might be he has something to say."

I thanked him, and he clapped me on the shoulder, almost breaking it,
before escorting us to the front door - nearly surrounded by pleased-
looking FBI agents. I think he shook up one agent when he told the man
"Those folks are my friends, Mister FBI. You watch after 'em GOOD, you
hear?" The agent just nodded his head, and got while the getting was
good.

From the Café, we went to the gun store Agent Gallery had told me about.
The girls wanted to see what it looked like; Lucy went with us to keep
an eye on them. Inside, I found what could only have been the owner - a
somewhat grizzled older man, with eyes that missed nothing, and a look
that said he was the sorrier for what he'd seen. Right behind us came
Agent Gallery, and a couple of his people - more to reassure the owner,
than for protection, I thought.

I introduced myself, and he looked me over before saying "Yup. Been
expecting you. Glad to see you've got company. Guess you're in kind of a
fix?"

I smiled wryly, and said, "Some might think so. Seems some folks think I
need to carry, again."

"You looking for anything in particular?"

"I got kinda fond of the .45, some time ago."

He looked at me again, and said "Military?"

"Army. Special Forces."

He nodded, and said, "These kids today, they all like those little nine
millimeter popguns. Me, I like something that makes bigger holes, and
will knock someone down so they don't get up again. I've got something
over here you might be interested in. A customer special ordered a long-
slide .45, paid the deposit for it, but never came in to collect it. Had
it laying around here for a couple months." I'd followed him over to
where it was, and he opened the case up to let me look it over - and
gave a grudging nod of approval as I carefully checked to make sure it
wasn't loaded. I racked the slide a couple of times, holding the hammer
with my thumb as I checked the trigger; I saw approval in his eyes that
I wasn't letting the hammer drop.

I was looking at the grips when he told me "That's some fancy new rubber
kind of stuff; won't slip in your hand, no matter how wet it is. Seems
to work pretty good."

I hefted it, and checked how it felt when I held it out - nice and
solid, but not 'heavy'. When I set it back on the counter, I asked him
"How much?" He looked me over, and asked "What the boys tell me, about
why they're on you - that true?"

"Yup."

He looked over to where Lucy and the girls were examining a display of
shotguns, then looked back at me before saying "Them the ones you're
wanting this for?"

"Yup."

He thought a few moments, and said "Tell you what. You being military
and all, and knowing how to treat a decent firearm - I'll let you have
it for cost, just to get it out of here. Be worth it to me if it helps
you keep those pretty girls from getting hurt."

I thanked him, and said that I'd be needing some ammo for it, and a
holster.

When he asked me what ammo I wanted, I told him "The heaviest you've
got; preferably silvertip, but hollow point will do, too." He smiled at
me and said "You don't want 'em getting up, do you?" - and laughed when
I answered "Not if I gotta shoot 'em in the first place."

He rummaged around a moment, and put a couple boxes of ammo on the
counter, next to the pistol. I asked if he had any spare magazines, and
he came up with a couple of those, too. Then we went over to have a look
at the holsters; I finally settled on a little number that would fit
under my waistband, at the small of my back. He added it all up, and I
gave him cash for the purchase. He looked at me, and raised an eyebrow;
I just said "I thought it might make the paperwork easier". He smiled,
and when he brought me over the forms to fill out for the handgun
purchase, I carefully didn't notice they were all dated for a couple of
days previous. When he brought me my change, I asked "You got a range in
here that I can use? Kinda like to make sure I still remember which end
the bullets come out of." He grinned, and said "Oh, I reckon you still
know."

I looked around, and saw Lucy looking at me. I gestured her over, and
asked "I'm going to fire a few rounds through this thing to get a feel
for it. Your call if you and the girls want to watch."

She thought about it a few seconds, and finally told me "Yeah, it would
probably be a good idea. Let them know that it's not a toy, and show
them that you're really there to protect them. Okay, we'll watch."

As she went off to herd them over, the owner went over and locked the
front door, saying "Well, that's it for the night. I'll be closing up
after you folks leave."

When he got back, we were all ready, and he guided us to the indoor
pistol range he had in the back. A couple of the agents followed us - as
much to see if I could shoot, as to watch over us, I suspected. The
owner handed out safety glasses and hearing protectors before showing me
to the firing line. I carefully loaded all the magazines, leaving them
next to the pistol as I put the holster in place at my back. One of the
agents put a silhouette target up for me, and ran it down the range a
little ways. I looked around to make sure Lucy and the girls were ready,
and out of the way, before sliding a magazine in. I drew the slide back,
and let it move forward, putting a round in the chamber.

I put it up in front of me, and carefully sighted in on the target, and
eased the trigger back, firing the first round. The owner was watching
the target through a small scope, and called out "Nine, two o'clock",
telling me where I'd hit the target. I fired again, and he called out
"Nine to Ten, Twelve o'clock". Again I fired, and he announced "Ten
ring, Twelve o'clock". Then "Ten to X, twelve o'clock". Then "X-ring,
Twelve o'clock". The last three, all he said was "X-ring" - meaning that
I'd actually hit the 'X' that marked the center of the target area.

The FBI people were looking at me strangely, and I let the empty
magazine drop, and the agent that had put the target up for me brought
it back in - revealing that the last three shots had left a single
ragged hole in the target. He quickly put up another one, and sent it
down the range - a little farther.

I slid the second magazine home, and held the pistol at my side,
waiting. The owner knew what I was waiting for, and after a few seconds,
called out "NOW!" I quickly put the pistol in firing position, and
popped off a couple of rounds, listening as the cases hit the floor with
a 'tink-tink', before putting the weapon back at my side. Several
seconds later, we did it again. Then again, and again. With the pistol
empty, I set it next to the last loaded magazine as the agent got the
target back - this time with only a single, bigger, hole in it's center.
He looked at me again, and put a third target up, then sent it down the
range again - this time, all the way to the end - fifty feet, or so.

I slid the last loaded magazine into the pistol, and then put the pistol
in the holster. I turned sideways to the target, and waited. And waited
some more. Finally, the owner shouted "BANG!" - and in a single, fluid,
motion, I drew the pistol, and emptied it into the target as quickly as
I could before letting my arm fall to my side.

Through the cloud of cordite, the FBI agent got the target back, and
removed it. He laid it on the wooden shelf that made up the firing line,
and whistled. Then he looked at me in awe before using the palm of his
hand to cover all eight holes in the target's x-ring.

I removed the last magazine, and put it and the pistol on the shelf
before removing my glasses and hearing protectors. The owner looked at
the target, and simply said "Yup. Figured you'd remember which end the
bullets came out of!", before laughing quietly. As I reloaded the
magazines, the owner pulled out a cleaning brush, and ran it through the
barrel as I watched. I nodded in thanks to him when he finished, and
told him "It's a nice weapon. Trigger's a little gritty, though." He
smiled and said "I'd take care of it for you, but I just don't have the
touch for it any more", before showing me his arthritic hands.

Then he told me "I reckon you'll be okay for tonight; Mike down at the
office can polish that up for you in about ten minutes, tomorrow." I
thanked him again, and he just laughed, saying "Pleasure's mine. Nice to
see someone that can shoot a proper gun - instead of those damn popguns
these kids carry!", that last at increased volume, and aimed at the FBI
agents, who just smiled.

With all the magazines reloaded, I slid one back into the pistol, then
cycled the slide, putting a live round in the chamber. I removed the
magazine, and replaced the round with one of the two that were left over
from the box before sliding it back into the pistol. The owner watched
me with a smile, not saying a word as I put the pistol in the holster -
which had a nice pair of pockets on it to hold the other two magazines.
The whole thing was surprisingly light and small, and the waistband of
my pants kept it neatly tucked against my back, where it was less likely
to be noticed.

As we left the firing range, Lucy and the girls were looking at me in
wonder - the girls more so than Lucy, who at least had SOME idea that I
could shoot.

When we got back into the store proper, I saw the other agents looking
at the two that had been on the range with me - and saw the nods and
thumbs-up they got in answer. I also saw that the agent that had taken
care of the targets for me had brought them along, and was showing them
to Agent Gallery as he explained what I'd done. He came over to where
Lucy and I were standing and said "That's a nice bit of shooting. It'll
make my people feel better, knowing you hit what you aim at". The owner
was standing nearby, and said "Oh, yeah, he'll make 'em count, all
right!" before laughing again.

We all started to head for the door, and I thanked the owner for his
time and trouble; he just said "Use that thing well, if you need it, and
that'll be thanks enough. My age, it's nice to know that there's still
decent people in the world, and meet some of 'em every now and then. You
just watch out for those girls, you hear?"

I assured him I would, and he let us out; we all waited patiently until
we heard the door lock, and saw him wave to us.

Back in the car, Lucy hugged me, and said "I never thought I'd be saying
this, but watching you shoot like that made me so horny. Uh, was I
seeing things, or were those FBI people kind of impressed?"

"Might have been impressed, I suppose. More relieved to know I wouldn't
shoot them by accident, more likely" I told her. She gave me a playful
pinch, before I reached back to hand the remaining loose bullet that had
been left over to the girls. Each looked at it in curiosity, then looked
at me. I asked them "If I threw that at you, it would probably hurt,
wouldn't it?" They nodded, and I asked "If I threw it really fast, it
would hurt more, wouldn't it" Again, they nodded, and I went on "Now,
when a bullet comes out of a gun, it's going at LEAST a hundred times
faster than I could ever throw those. That's why it's so dangerous. So
you know why I'm telling you that you are to NEVER, EVER touch the gun
without my permission. I mean it. If I ever see either of you even TOUCH
this pistol, I WILL spank you senseless. You understand?" Both nodded
solemnly, before Robyn spoke up, saying "Dan, I was pretty scared when
you had to get the gun, and I almost wet myself when you shot it the
first time. But I saw how those people acted when they saw you shoot,
and how good you hit the target. I'm still scared about what might
happen, but I know you'll protect us. I just don't want YOU to get hurt,
either, okay?"

I smiled at both of them, and said "I won't, short stuff. Remember,
before I get involved, the bad guys have to go through the FBI agents.
Protecting sex bombs like you two is their JOB, and they're very good at
it. Okay?"

Both smiled back at me, and I turned around to watch as Lucy took us to
the mall - noticing along the way that there were a couple of cars
keeping pace with us, if at a distance.

Once at the mall parking lot, one of the cars pulled up next to us; I
saw Lucy start to get nervous, and patted her hand to reassure her. When
the window on the other car rolled down, she could see that it was Agent
Gallery, and she rolled her window down, too, to hear him say "We've
been kind of holding a parking space for you, so if you'll follow me,
we'll be all set." She nodded her agreement, and stayed with him as he
led us to a spot that was fairly close to one of the entrances, and
almost directly under one of the lights. I think all of us were
surprised when we got out of the car, and saw how many other people were
getting out with us - there were a full dozen of them, not including the
ones with Agent Gallery.

Lucy looked at me, and asked "All this for us?"

I chuckled, and said "yeah, all this for you - and the two ragamuffins,
of course."

This time, the girls realized I was teasing, and didn't rise to the
bait, opting instead to fairly radiate Dignity at me.

Agent Gallery approached, and said "We've got a nice mix of agents
tonight, so there shouldn't be any problems. Uh, ladies" - Lucy and the
girls turned to face him, and he went on "this is kind of delicate, but
don't be worried if someone follows you into the bathroom. At least one
of our female agents will be with you all the time, and they'll just be
there to make sure no one bothers you, okay?"

Lucy and the girls got surprised looks on their faces, then went through
mild embarrassment, before he went on to tell them "Other than that,
there's nothing for you to worry about. We'll be watching out for you
from a little ways off, so you don't have to worry about drawing
attention, or anything like that. Just go ahead and do what you'd
normally do, and everything will be fine. We're here to make sure you're
okay, not get in your way or cause you any problems."

Lucy and both girls nodded at that, then shared a look that plainly said
"I'll believe it when I see it." Agent Gallery didn't seem offended;
only confident in his people.

The girls and Lucy headed for the mall entrance, and I hung back a
moment so Agent Gallery could talk to me if he wanted to. I noticed that
all but a couple of the people around us began drifting the same general
direction as Lucy and the youngsters. I also noticed that they weren't
all dressed the same - a couple of the women looked like housewives
looking for a bargain, a couple more looked like business women out to
expand their wardrobes, and the rest could easily pass as secretaries.
The men with them were similarly disguised.

A thought occurred to me, and I asked Agent Gallery "You've got more
inside, don't you?"

He grinned, and said "Better believe it. We've even got a 'blind' guy
wandering around with an explosives-sniffing dog. I don't think even you
realize what kind of present you gave us, and how important all of you
are to it."

"Tell me."

He got surprisingly reticent with me about then, and I reminded him
"Listen, it's ME, remember? I'm the guy that helped pull it together,
okay? Remember where we just came from?"

Grudgingly, he said "We've been after the folks at TechnoDynamics since
they started there. We were 'interested' in them even before that,
before they all got together. We KNOW they're crooked. We KNOW they're
funneling Mob money through TechnoDynamics accounts. We KNOW that some
of the money is being used to move drugs, and weapons. We just didn't
have anything to use to bust them - until you came along. With even a
little luck, we're going to take out better than half an entire mob
family, and seize nearly a billion dollars - yes, that's billion with a
'B'."

I gave a silent whistle, and he added "Believe me, this entire operation
is code-word classified. We've had people ready to move on something,
anything, for the last year. Yeah, this is big. And you and those three
are right in the middle of it. So yeah, we're going to protect you.
Them. Ah, hell, you know what I mean."

I grinned at him, and said, "Yeah, I know what you mean. Listen, about
everything I came up with is on the laptop I left in your offices. I get
hurt, you can still go on - but you damn well make sure nothing happens
to them, right?"

He looked at me soberly, and said "Mr. Andrews, I know what this case
means. I'm ready to take a bullet for them. So is everyone else around
you. Nothing is going to happen to them - or you - if WE have anything
to say or do about it."

He held my gaze, and I finally responded, "Fair enough, Agent Gallery.
We're both after the same thing: put the bad guys away, and keep those
ladies alive, healthy, and happy."

We shook hands, and I headed off to catch up with Lucy and the girls.

The four of us wandered around in the mall for quite some time; stopping
every so often so someone could look at something more closely, or make
a purchase. I bought a nice digital camera, and a shiny new laptop to
replace the one I didn't think I'd get back any time soon. Lucy found
herself a nice (!!) teddy, while the girls picked out some pretty flimsy
bras and panties. Then the group of us headed over to look over the
things in a jewelry store. They all found something interesting to them,
but decided not to buy any of it - but when they weren't looking, I gave
the cashier my credit card, and bought it for them, hiding the purchases
in my bags. I also bought something else that I carried in my pocket.

When the girls headed off for a pit stop, I noticed a couple of women
suddenly decide they needed one, too - Lucy saw them, too, and looked at
me. I nodded, and she seemed satisfied that Robyn and Sandra were being
looked after.

When they got back, neither seemed to have noticed their company; they
went on chattering about all the different things that interested them.

We wandered around another hour or so, then decided to head back to the
hotel. Back out in the parking lot, the girls finally noticed our
escort. Once in the car, they started talking about it with each other,
and finally decided that it was actually 'pretty cool' - when Lucy heard
that, she looked at me, and smiled in relief that they were adapting to
the situation so well.

As we were heading for our rooms, I signaled Agent Gallery to give me a
call on the phone. Back in our rooms, Lucy and the girls huddled in
Lucy's room to compare purchases while I went to my room to put mine
away. While there, the phone rang, and I answered it to hear Agent
Gallery. I told him that I only wanted to let him know that we wouldn't
be going out any more that night, and confirm the appointment Lucy and I
had for the next morning. He verified both, then made a request. After a
brief discussion, I agreed to it, and we both hung up.

With my toys put away, I put the jewelry I'd bought for them in a
smaller bag, and went in to watch as they tried on all the stuff they'd
bought. Once in Lucy's room, I carefully removed the pistol in it's
holster, and set them on a dresser where they'd be out of the way, but
still accessible. Lucy and the girls both watched what I did, then
studiously ignored it from then on.

First, they all showed off the clothing they'd purchased - an assortment
of dresses, blouses, and such that flattered each of them. When they got
to the lingerie, I asked if they were going to model it, too. All three
looked at me in anticipation, and agreed - then fell into a quiet
discussion of who went when before settling it in just a few seconds.

Lucy went first, changing in the bathroom so we'd get the full impact -
and it was quite some impact. She'd selected a filmy black teddy that
covered everything, but hid nothing - filmy black, the best it managed
to do was to cloud over the interesting parts.

Next was Robyn, who opened the bathroom door to reveal herself wearing
(well, sort of) a bra and matching panty that were nearly as sheer as
her mother's teddy, only in a very pale pink. Her nipples were obvious
through the cups of the bra, and the panty just barely covered her pubis
while doing precious little to block the view of what was underneath.

Finally, Sandra disappeared, only to open the door to show that she was
wearing a bra and panty, as well. But hers were appreciably different
from Robyn's. While Robyn's outfit was still fairly functional, Sandra's
made no such promises. It was plainly there for the sole purpose of
being removed: the bra cups barely covered her nipples - in fact, her
nipples seemed to be the only things that kept them from sliding off
her. The panties just barely covered her pubic hair; and looked like
they were a faint dusting of color held together with thread. The cleft
of her mons was plain underneath.

With all three of them showing off, I pretended to study them for a
little bit before muttering "Hmmmm. Looks real tasty, and all, but there
seems to be something missing...". A bit later, I got an "I've got an
idea!" look on my face, and rummaged around in the bag I'd brought over
before 'discovering' something. I pulled out the gift I'd bought Sandra,
and took it over to her, telling her to close her eyes. She did,
reluctantly, and I fastened a fine platinum chain around her neck, with
an onyx stone hanging from it. She opened her eyes when Lucy and Robyn
gasped; she turned around to see what it looked like on her, and after a
few seconds, launched herself into my arms, hugging me and thanking me
for it. Lucy and Robyn both admired it greatly, Lucy commenting on how
the chain went with Sandra's hair while the stone served to highlight
her complexion.

While they were ooh-ing and ahhh-ing, I stood and looked at Robyn for a
little bit; when I saw her starting to get nervous, rummaged around in
the bag again for a little bit before coming up with another small
package. Without prompting, she closed her eyes, but got a confused look
on her face when she felt me doing something to her ankle. When she
opened her eyes, Lucy and Sandra were only staring at her foot - and
when she looked, understood why. Around her ankle was a medium-weight
gold chain, with a small diamond hanging from it. She tried standing on
one leg to pull the ankle up to where she could look at the chain, but
only succeeded in falling onto the bed. Laying there, she managed to get
her leg up high enough to look at the chain and diamond more closely;
when she looked at me next, there were tears in her eyes before she
scrambled into my arms for a mutual hug.

As Lucy looked from one to the other of them, I went back to the bag,
and rummaged around again. When I pulled my hand out of it, Lucy looked
at me in eager anticipation, then closed her eyes while each of the
girls held one of her hands at their side. She felt me at her neck, then
heard the girls both gasp, but before she opened her eyes, I asked her
to wait a moment. I moved to stand in front of her, then told her to go
ahead and look, which she did - finding a gold necklace around her
throat, with a star sapphire hanging from it. I moved a couple steps
back, and frowned at her, speculatively. She lifted her head, and got
nervous when she saw me looking at her that way. I finally brightened,
and said "I knew I was forgetting something!" before reaching into my
pocket. Not letting her see what I had, I took a step forward, then
knelt down to take her hand in mine. As she looked at me in total
surprise, I slipped a diamond ring on her finger, and said "If you'll
agree to be my wife, I think you'll want this."

Robyn and Sandra all but stopped breathing as we waited for Lucy to say
something.

She did a really good fish imitation (mouth opening and closing, but no
sound coming out) for several long, long seconds before getting the
presence of mind to grab my hands and say "Yes. Yes! Oh, god, YES!" That
settled, she pulled me to my feet and gave me a long, hard hug, quickly
followed by a long, hard kiss. Both of us were breathing heavy when it
ended - only to have Sandra and Robyn latch onto us for a group hug
before the three of them moved away slightly so Robyn and Sandra could
admire the diamond I'd bought for Lucy.

When they'd finished looking at it, and discussing the situation, all of
them swarmed over to give me another hug - Robyn and Sandra with looks
of awe and envy on their faces. Looks that were soon replaced with
contentment when I kissed each of them thoroughly, and told them that
I'd always love them, too.

As we were standing there, Sandra moved over to stand in front of me.
When I looked down at her, she said "Dan, there's something I want to
give you. Something special."

Robyn and Lucy immediately focused on her, not saying a thing, as I told
her "Sandra, you've already given me something special. Something more
important to me than anything I could buy with money."

She looked at me inquisitively, and I told her, simply, "Your love."

She got a radiant look on her face before telling me "I mean something
besides that."

I raised an eyebrow, and she went on "I started my period today. I'm not
bleeding yet, but it's still kind of, uh, messy between my legs. So
instead of making love with you, I want you to be the one to help me
find out what it's like if I make love with, um, my butt."

Robyn and Lucy looked at her in absolute amazement - not only because it
was her making the request, but the fact that she was making it so
openly. Truth be told, it caught me flat-footed - it simply never
occurred to me that she would ask me anything like that. It took me
several seconds to respond - and I managed to do it that fast only
because I could see the fear of rejection in her eyes.

"Sandra, you don't have to do this. I gave you the necklace because I
thought it would look good on you, and because you're already someone
special to me. Not for any other reason" was the best I could come up
with that fast.

To my surprise, she reached behind her neck and unfastened the necklace,
then tried to hand it to me, saying "Okay, if you're worried about that,
you can have it back. But I still want you, that way."

She looked disappointed when I took the necklace, but quickly brightened
up when I reached around to fasten it on her neck again.

I looked at her for several more seconds, before finally telling her
"Sandra, if that's what you want, then we can try. But there's any pain,
or anything like that, then we stop."

She quickly nodded her agreement, and started to reach behind herself to
reach the clasp on what was pretending to be a bra - but I stopped her,
saying, "Here, let me do that", with a smile. She let her arms drop to
her sides, and stood there, smiling at me in open invitation.

I moved behind her and put my hands on her upper arms as I softly kissed
each of her shoulders before sliding my hands forward to hold her
breasts in my hands. Even as I was cupping them, I could feel her
nipples erect, and drew my fingertips across them, making them even
stiffer. From her breasts, I slid my hands around to her sides, and
slowly caressed her sides - almost tickling her, but not quite. After a
few slow, gentle strokes from her ribs to her hips, I let my hands glide
to her back, where I easily unhooked the fastening that held the back
strap together. When it came free, the ends fell to her sides, but the
bra stayed on her, so neatly did it follow the curves of her breasts. I
slipped my fingertips under it, then eased my hands forward, gradually
replacing the touch of the bra material with the touch of my hands. As I
finally held the flesh of her breasts in my hands, the bra slipped off
her breasts, then down her arms, hanging lightly on her wrists. She
moved as though to clasp her hands, freeing the wispy material so it
could fall lightly to the floor, forming gossamer cloud on the carpet.

With her bare breasts in my hands, I again marveled at how firm and
smooth they were, how free of blemishes, how soft and delightfully warm
to the touch they were. I could feel her pale areolas puckering under my
touch, crinkling as they tightened in her arousal and pleasure; her
nipples got longer and harder with each pass of my fingertips across
them. I heard her moan, ever so softly, and gently turned her around so
that I could share a deep, loving kiss with her as I contented myself
with simply holding her young mounds in my hands.

After a bit, our kiss ended - at least as far as our lips were
concerned. She stood there, trembling slightly, as I slowly knelt down,
kissing any part of her that I could reach as I moved: the hollow of her
throat, collarbones, shoulders, the upper slopes of her breasts, between
her breasts, her nipples (*ever so softly), her belly, her navel
(spending quite some time there), her abdomen, her hips, then, finally,
the top of her pubis, just above the line of her panties. She held my
head in her hands as I reached around her again, this time to softly
stroke and squeeze the globes of her young, firm ass cheeks. I caressed
her like that for some time before letting my fingers wander far enough
to slide underneath the small fabric band that surrounded her hips,
holding her panties in place. I let my hands move freely over her ass,
then thighs, as I worked the waistband of her panties down her legs,
letting them fall the last little bit to the floor. With them pooled
around her ankles, she raised each foot in turn to step out of them, so
that she finished with her legs slightly spread, her panties between her
feet.

I placed my hands on her calves, enjoying their slender firmness for a
few moments before raising my arms to slide my hands to softly stroke
the backs of her knees several times, feeling her legs tremble slightly
in her arousal. Next was a thorough tactile examination of her thighs,
using both all of my hands, and just the fingertips as I repeatedly
traced a variety of paths along the insides of her thighs. As I did
that, I could see her labia start to extend, and her clitoral hood begin
to make an appearance; and I could detect the delightful aroma of
aroused woman-child, tinged with a slight tanginess of her beginning
menses.

I leaned forward slightly, and brushed her pubic hair with my nose and
upper lip, pleased with its soft texture; but I could feel her stiffen
slightly as I did. I looked up into her face, and smiled in reassurance
before telling her "It's okay. It doesn't gross me out, or anything,
that you're starting your period."

She smiled back, not quite sure about whether to believe me or not; I
let it slide, and eased my way back to a standing position. Again, I
kissed everything I could lay my lips on, reversing the course I'd taken
on the way down.

When I was standing again, she delicately reached a hand out to first
touch, then caress my manhood through my pants. When she felt me growing
under her touch, she became more bold, and more insistent in her touch,
finally rubbing and stroking me to nearly full hardness.

Gasping "I can't wait any more!", she reached up to start unbuttoning my
shirt; as she did, I put my hands on her waist, holding her steady as
she trembled with excitement.

When she had my shirt unbuttoned, she quickly stripped it off me, then
the bulletproof vest I had on underneath. With my torso exposed, she
began her own Braille examination of my body - chest, ribs, and waist,
almost as though it was the first time she'd ever touched me.

Still, there was more of me that she wanted access to, and it didn't
take her long to shift her focus to my belt buckle, then the fastening
on my pants, and finally, the zipper. With my pants loose, she continued
to stand as she slid them down far enough to let them fall to the floor.
Next on her agenda was my underwear - but only after she took some time
to make sure that what she wanted was still inside.

Finally, I stood there before her, as naked as she was - and even more
obviously aroused by the situation. Her hand around my nearly erect
penis, she looked up into my eyes, and asked "Wh... what now?"

I looked at her tenderly, then kissed her on the forehead before
answering "Whatever you want, Sandra".

She looked thoughtful for a moment, then asked "Uh, I'm kind of nervous
about this. Is it okay if I'm on top of you, this time? I think I want
to lose THIS cherry that way!"

"Of course. Whatever it takes to make you comfortable, and let you know
that YOU'RE the one in charge", I replied.

Even as she got a relieved look on her face, we heard Lucy softly clear
her throat - both of us had completely forgotten that Lucy and Robyn
were in the room with us. When we looked over at her, we saw that Lucy
had gotten the bottle of baby oil that we'd used for Robyn.

Lucy offered it, and when Sandra had accepted, said "I know you're
nervous enough, so Robyn and I won't watch, if you don't want. I know
you're not as much of a show-off as Robyn is."

Robyn got a grin on her face, and reached out to cup her mother's
breasts in her hands, and give their nipples a little tweak, before
saying "If it would help, maybe we could think of something that would
give you something to watch", making all of us chuckle before Lucy
reached back to cup Robyn's mons in her hand.

Sandra looked relieved as she told them "Uh, yeah, I'd appreciate that -
either or both."

Lucy got a smoky look in her eyes, and turned to give Robyn a thorough
kissing - with Robyn giving back as good as she was getting. In only a
few seconds, they had their hands on each other's breasts; not much
later, each had a leg between the other's thighs. When their kiss
finally broke, both were breathing heavily, and both had a distinct
aroused blush to them. Without even looking at Sandra and I, they made
their way to the bed, where they lay on their sides and began kissing
again - with each reaching down to touch the other's sex.

Sandra finally broke her gaze to look around a moment before suddenly
brightening.

Pointing at a chair, she asked "Dan, would it work if you sat on that,
and I squatted over you? We could turn it around a little, so we could
watch them while I, uh, get you inside me."

I agreed with her plan, and moved the chair over and around, so that it
faced where Robyn and Lucy were getting each other thoroughly worked up;
but was also still close enough to the table that Sandra or I either one
could reach out to use it to steady ourselves, if that became necessary.

Sandra opened the bottle of baby oil and set it on the table, then
guided me to sit down in the chair before positioning herself at my
side. She poured a dollop of the oil into her hand, then handed it to me
before reaching down to begin caressing my erection as she spread the
oil around. In return, I poured some of it into my palm, and reached
behind her to slide my hand between the firmly rounded globes of her
ass. Realizing what I needed to do, she bent forward a bit, giving me
easier and better access between her cheeks.

Back and forth, we passed the bottle of baby oil, each of us making sure
that the other was well-lubricated with it - and getting pretty worked
up at the sight of Robyn and Lucy molesting each other. As I got the oil
spread around Sandra's nether regions, I also began drawing an oiled
finger across her anus, and even pressing against it slightly. She
seemed to welcome the attention, and it wasn't long before I started
trying to ease a finger into her - getting her thoroughly oiled up, and
drawing a few pleased moans from her.

Finally, she eased herself away from me a bit, and stood up, saying "I
think we're both about as ready as we'll ever be."

I felt like I had a steel bar poking up from between my thighs, and
quickly agreed with her - prompting her to move in front of me before
straddling my lap as she continued to face Lucy and Robyn. Reaching back
between her legs, she held my penis so that it slid between her ass
cheeks, then pressed against her opening. A few tentative pushes, and
she seemed to realize that the angle wasn't quite right, so she climbed
up on the chair with me, squatting over my lap as she leaned against me.
I put my hands on her hips to steady her, and she turned her head to
smile at me before lowering herself to press her virgin rosebud against
the head of my penis as she held it steady.

We looked over to where Robyn and Lucy were, and discovered that they
were watching us - while slowly masturbating each other, legs spread
wide so we could see what they were doing. I heard Sandra whisper "That
is such a turn-on!" before she started pressing herself down against my
erection. From the way her legs were positioned, I knew that Lucy and
Robyn could see everything clearly - both pairs of eyes were locked on
the view we presented them.

I could feel how tightly clenched Sandra's anus was, and began
whispering words of reassurance and encouragement to her as I held her
steady. I knew that she was determined by the way she kept pressing
herself down; but because she wasn't relaxing, I knew that she was
nervous or afraid, too. After a couple minutes, she finally realized
that my hands on her hips weren't pressing her down, only holding her
steady horizontally; with that, she visibly relaxed more. I could feel
it as she slowly gained control - her anus would relax a bit, tighten
briefly, then relax some more. At last, she was able to let go
completely as she lowered herself yet again, both of us surprised when
the head of my erection finally slid into her back entry.

When it did, she stopped, and paused a few moments to consider what she
thought of this new sensation. Apparently satisfied with it, she let
herself drop slowly - but continuously. In perhaps a minute, maybe two,
I felt her ass come to rest on my lap - meaning that she had taken my
entire length in just one try. As my erection disappeared into her
bowels, we could see Robyn and Lucy getting more and more excited -
their busy fingers fairly shined with each other's juices. Both were
breathing heavily, and moaning by the time Sandra's ass came to rest on
my lap. Sandra waited there a bit, letting herself adjust to this new
visitor, but eventually started moving herself over me. At first, it was
just small, experimental motions, but it didn't take her long to get
used to, then begin enjoying, this new sensation. In only a couple of
minutes, she was fairly bouncing on my lap as she slid herself up and
down on my well oiled pole.

Keeping one hand on her hip, I reached around with the other to begin
playing with her clitoris: holding my hand steady so that each time she
moved up or down, her clitoris would brush against my finger. After a
minute of that, she reached down to pull my hand to her pelvis, simply
saying "Rub it!"

With my arm over her leg, and my fingers at the top of her slit, Robyn
and Lucy could see it as Sandra's vaginal entrance opened up with her
arousal. They could also see that Sandra's clitoris was fully erect, and
that the juices were all but dripping out of her as she got more and
more excited. The sight and sound of what Sandra and I were doing was
finally enough for Robyn, and her legs snapped shut as she fell into the
throes of orgasm - promptly followed by Lucy. As both of them gave quiet
voice to the feelings they were having, I could feel Sandra starting to
tire above me. Before long, she slowed down, and finally stopped before
turning her head to say "Can you do it, now? My legs are getting tired."

I answered her by saying "If you can stand up and lean over, then I can
stand up, too."

She understood what I was saying, and nodded her head before wiggling
around enough to get her legs stretched out on the outside of mine.
Staying joined with her, I held her around her waist, and together, we
slid forward until she was able to get her feet on the floor. It took a
couple of tries, but we were finally able to stand up - facing the
table, and at right angles to where Lucy and Robyn were again taking an
interest in what we were doing.

Standing, Sandra leaned forward so that her body was parallel to the
floor, sticking her arms out to rest her body against the table while
using it to hold herself steady. With her in that position, I was easily
able to begin moving myself in her - slowly and gently at first, but
soon moving in her just as quickly, of not a little faster, than she'd
been able to move before. I could see it as her breasts swayed slightly
in time with my thrusting, and reached down to take her breasts in my
hands, holding them lightly so I could feel the way they moved while I
held her nipples between a couple of fingers. A couple of minutes later,
she released her hold on the table with one hand, and slid it down
between her thighs, so she could play with her clitoris as I continued
sliding myself in and out of her. The feeling of her hot insides wrapped
around my penis, and the way her breasts moved in my hands soon had me
ready to climax. When I managed to gasp out "I'm going to shoot!", her
only response was an enthusiastic "Yes! Do it!"

We heard a gasp, and both of us turned to see that Robyn and Lucy were
now masturbating themselves as they watched us - and from all
appearances, were ready to have another orgasm. Watching the two of
them, fingers dancing on their clits, was all I needed - I could feel it
as the semen came boiling out of my balls, and with a couple of hard,
deep thrusts, poured myself into Sandra's insides. With a cry of "Yes! I
can feel it!", Sandra tripped over into her own orgasm. Even as I was
hosing her bowels with my sperm, I could hear it as first Lucy, then
Robyn, called out their own climaxes, too.

As hard as it was for me, I managed to hold Sandra steady while her
orgasm ran through her: with the first spasm, she released her hold on
the table, and all but fell forward to the floor. Only by holding her to
me tightly was I able to prevent her from getting hurt; even then, it
was a struggle. I was greatly relieved when she started to take her
weight onto her legs again, and then move to rest her body against the
table. With her anus clamped so tightly around my penis, it was taking
longer than usual for me to soften; but I finally eased myself back from
her, savoring the sensation of her rectum 'milking' the last of my semen
from it as the head popped free of her grasp.

I looked over to see that Robyn and Sandra had both recovered from their
orgasms; Lucy gestured that I should bring Sandra over there so the two
of us could lay down. It seemed like an uncommonly fine idea, and with a
little gentle prodding, managed to guide Sandra to the bed, where Robyn
helped guide her down while Lucy did the same for me.

I spooned with Sandra's back, while Lucy did the same to me; Robyn opted
to lie on her side, facing Sandra as she softly stroked Sandra's side
from ribs to hip.

After several minutes, we all started to feel a little cool; Sandra and
I headed for my bathroom to clean up while Robyn and Lucy did the same
in Lucy's. Sandra fairly purred under my hands as I lathered her up and
washed her from head to toe before doing the same for myself. I was
careful to pay special attention to where the baby oil had been, so that
there wasn't any of it left to cause any discomfort. Once we were out of
the shower, I dried her off carefully before she took another towel and
did the same to me. Satisfied that we were clean enough, I picked her up
and carried her back into Lucy's room, depositing her on the bed before
lying down next to her. A couple minutes later, Lucy and Robyn made
their appearance, and joined us - Lucy opting to lay next to me, with
Robyn next to Sandra.

As we lay there, Lucy whispered in my ear "That was so incredible,
watching you two. I could see how much she wanted that, and how nervous
she was. And you just sat there holding her steady, not moving or doing
anything to push her, letting her go at her own pace. You should have
seen the expression on her face when you finally slid into her at first
- that's what making love is all about. Then watching as your cock slid
into her ass - it got me so horny, I thought I was going to turn into a
puddle right here on the bed! I could tell when you were coming in her
ass, and when she came from it, too; well, that was just too much!"

As Lucy was saying that, we could see that Robyn and Sandra's kissing
and touching were becoming more insistent, and more intimate. In short
order, Robyn had her lips on Sandra's breast, sucking on its nipple,
while her hand was busy in Sandra's crotch. For her part, Sandra was
caressing Robyn's breast, and using her thigh to rhythmically press
against Robyn's mons.

Lucy and I watched as things heated up between them to the point that
Robyn started kissing her way down Sandra's body; as she passed Sandra's
navel, and moved toward her pubis, we saw Sandra put her hand on Robyn's
head, stopping her. Robyn just looked at her and said "Oh, pooh. You
just had a shower, so you're as clean as can be. Besides, I'm not going
to stick my tongue inside you, or anything - what I want is on the
outside!", with a grin.

Sandra hesitated a moment, then took her hand off Robyn's head; Robyn
quickly went back to giving Sandra's lower belly soft kisses and small
lip-nibbles as she moved even lower to apply her considerable oral
talents to Sandra's mons and clitoris.

Lucy whispered to me "I will never get tired of watching them - they are
just so sexy together!" She reached over to take my penis in her hand.
Feeling that I was already starting to get hard at the sight we shared,
she murmured to me "Well, I guess it does something for you, too!", with
a quiet chuckle.

By this time, Robyn had devoted herself to Sandra's clitoris; we watched
as Sandra reached out to tug gently on one of Robyn's legs, then guiding
it as Robyn moved to straddle her head, opening herself to Sandra's
attentions. Lucy and I carefully eased away from them a little bit,
giving them some room, but not distracting or disturbing them in the
process.

Knowing each other as they did, it wasn't long at all before each had
the other fully aroused before settling themselves in to try and get the
other off as powerfully as they could. The room was soon filled with the
liquid noises of their oral lovemaking, and the scent of their arousal -
the sights and sounds and smells of their activities was more than
enough to get Lucy and I excited, too. Lucy moved herself down to take
my erection in her mouth, softly sucking on me as she slowly raised on
lowered her head; after a few moments, I reached out to draw her a
little closer to me. When she felt my touch on her mons, she readily
spread her legs for me, so that I could start gently stroking the
outside of her vagina and clitoris as we both watched the young women in
front of us making love to each other.

We watched as Sandra was the first to climax, hunching her pelvis into
Robyn's eager mouth as she groaned out her release. Under my hand, I
could feel Lucy get even wetter, and shiver in sympathy at what she was
seeing. Even as her own spasms were tapering off, we could see Sandra
taking notice of the juicy target that Robyn was presenting to her - and
moving in to finish what she'd started. In only a couple of minutes, we
could hear Robyn's breathing quicken as Sandra brought her to the very
brink of orgasm - and held her there for quite some time before nudging
her into the precipice. Again, under my hand, I could feel Lucy's labia
get even more slippery and hot; and around my penis, her warm, moist
mouth became more insistent.

But I didn't want to come in her that way, and reluctantly nudged her
away, until she released her lip-lock on my erection. I sat up, then
moved to my knees to edge my way between her legs. Knowing what I
wanted, she readily spread them, and lifted her knees to open herself up
to me. I got myself positioned so that I was sitting on my heels, legs
folded to the side, then reached out to take her by the hips and pull
her toward me. Taking her guidance from me, she scooted herself toward
me until she was spread wide in front of me, her legs laying across
mine. My erection was still glistening from her saliva, and I angled it
down to slide it between her splayed labia before wedging it against her
opening. Hunching forward, I slid into her easily, burying nearly half
my length in her in a single thrust - both of us were more than ready
for this. Once inside her, I grabbed her hips and pulled her toward me
one more time, so that, at rest, I was halfway inside her. From this
position, I could make love to her completely with little effort on my
part; all I had to do was simply rock back and forth. She moaned softly,
in eager anticipation of what she knew was coming.

Her.

I eased myself forward as slowly as I could, savoring the sensation of
her hot, tight insides swallowing my erection until, finally, our pubic
hair merged. I held myself there for a while as Lucy worked her internal
muscles around me, learning to control them much as Robyn had before.
She released a disappointed whimper when I moved to slowly back my way
out of her; I kept going until I felt myself start to pull free of her.
At that point, I carefully made several small back-and-forth movements,
letting the head of my penis slide in and out of the ring of her vaginal
entrance. When I had teased her into a small groan of frustrated
arousal, I let myself ease forward again until I was in the 'neutral'
position of being half-buried in her - and bringing a smile of relief to
her face.

By then, Robyn and Sandra had recovered from their activities, and
carefully moved over to see what I was doing to Lucy; they sat on their
knees next to her, facing me as they looked down to where Lucy and I
were joined. Neither of them objected when Lucy reached between their
legs to begin caressing the outsides of their vaginas, and softly
stroking their clitorises as they watched me repeat what I'd just done.
From the expressions on their faces, it was clear that both marveled at
the way Lucy's labia responded to what I was doing by disappearing in
anticipation of my entrance, and clasping at me as I departed. Also
clear was the arousal that Lucy was rekindling with her hands - both
soon had eyes hooded with desire, and neither could resist wiggling
slightly in response to Lucy's attentions. Each reached out a hand to
place on one of Lucy's breasts, softly squeezing and caressing it, and
playing with it's nipple; the other hand went to one of the other's
breasts to do the same thing.

I soon got into a rhythm of making love to Lucy, a steady, smooth in-
and-out rocking motion that was easily enough to keep me hard, but not
enough to move me too quickly toward unloading in her. It seemed to be
having a similar effect on Lucy: I could hear her soft panting in time
with my movements, but she didn't seem to be having any difficulty
tending to Robyn and Sandra, either.

After a few minutes, I watched as Lucy removed her hands from the girls'
crotches, and gently nudged Robyn to move toward her head. Robyn seemed
to know what Lucy wanted, and easily moved to straddle her mother's
face, her back toward me. Lucy lifted her head slightly and began using
her lips and tongue to sample her daughter's female essence while her
hands moved up to start squeezing Robyn's breasts, and playing with
their nipples. I had a few moments of watching Lucy's breast swaying
slightly in time with my thrusts before Sandra scooted back, then
lowered her head to start licking Lucy's breasts, and sucking on her
nipples.

Sandra's body was just within range, and I reached out to touch her;
when she looked at me, I gestured that I'd like her to swing around a
bit. She smiled in answer, and did it before going back to Lucy's
breasts.

With more of Sandra's body within reach, I started caressing it: running
my hand along her back, then down to her ass cheeks; along the insides
of her thighs (which she readily spread for me); along her sides, then
down to her breast; then returning to her back to start the whole cycle
over again. After a couple such passes, I let my fingers wander over her
mons, dipping slightly into her vagina. She made no objection, so I
gradually closed the range of my actions to center around her ass and
crotch; then closed it even more to her pelvis. Before long, I was
freely caressing her labia and clitoris, and occasionally letting my
fingers dip into the hot spring of her womanhood. A little later, and I
was easily sliding first one, then two fingers in and out of her,
accompanied by soft moans of pleasure from her. A glance revealed that
she was indeed starting her period: the juices on my fingers had a very
faint pink color to them.

As I was making that discovery, I heard Robyn gasp, and looked up to
watch as she was taken over by an orgasm, Lucy's mouth obviously busy
between her legs. When Robyn's climax had passed (for the most part),
Lucy and I guided her back, then off of Lucy, so that she was lying on
the bed next to us. Lucy moved one of her hands to Sandra's head to
guide her from one breast to the other; the other hand went to Sandra's
breast. With my fingers sliding in and out of her vagina, and Lucy
fondling her breast and nipple, Sandra reached one of her own hands
between her legs, and began playing with her clitoris. It wasn't but a
few minutes later that she released Lucy's nipple from her mouth to tilt
her head back and release a deep groan pleasure and release - I could
feel her vagina tighten around my fingers as I continued to slide them
inside her. When the feelings had passed, she let us guide her, too, to
the bed, so that she was lying opposite Robyn.

That left just Lucy and me, as it had been when we started. I was again
free to enjoy the sight of her breasts swaying slightly on her chest in
time with my movement; she was free to lift her head a bit and watch as
my erection, glistening with her juices, slid back and forth between her
labia. After a minute or so, our eyes met, and we experienced one of
those rare events in anyone's life: we somehow locked. Not just our
eyes, but almost our entire beings were tied together - I almost felt
like I was sharing her thoughts and feelings; she later told me she felt
the same thing about ME. With that synchronicity came a focus: not just
of ourselves, or each other, but an awareness of there being an US - at
the same time, I was fully aware of what I was feeling and doing, what I
knew she was feeling and doing, and what WE were feeling and doing. I
was completely aware - and knew that she was, too - of everything around
us: the sights and sounds and smells and even taste of our lovemaking.
It was as though we were in our own place in time and space, and
everything else around us was mere illusion. I don't know how long it
lasted; I only know that I was faintly aware of Robyn and Sandra rolling
over to watch us, then a bit later, Robyn saying "They're still on their
first time!", and Sandra responding "*STILL?!", in wonder. Robyn started
to say something else, but Sandra looked at us closely, and quickly
gestured that Robyn should stay quiet - which she did without comment,
surprisingly.

Lucy and I continued to make love, my hands on her hips as I gently
rocked back and forth. Our awareness of each other, and our focus on
each other, was so great that I knew - without her telling me - when she
wanted me to move my hands up to hold her breasts, and what she wanted
me to do with them. Both of us were aware of how far along the other was
toward release, and without comment and by mutual agreement, we
'adjusted' ourselves so that we would get there together.

A while later, both of us were ready, and by unspoken agreement, let it
happen. Even as I felt Lucy's vagina tighten around me, I pressed myself
deeply into her, and felt the first shot of my semen moving through my
penis to wash her insides with my male essence. It seemed as though I
could feel each and every one of her internal muscles, individually, as
they spasmed around me; and it felt as though I could feel each and
every one of my sperm cells as it made it's journey from my balls to her
cervix. My climax wasn't a particularly 'powerful' one, but it was
incredibly deep and satisfying. Even as we were gasping out our release,
Lucy's eyes and mine remained open and locked on each other.

We continued to lay there, with me deep inside her, for a couple of
minutes after our climaxes were over - both of us content with what we'd
just done, and reluctant to lose the link we'd formed. Then, silently,
we agreed that we had to let it go; and let the bond between us
dissolve. That done, we realized we were both exhausted, and I carefully
eased myself out of her, then moved to lay next to her as we held hands
and looked at each other, smiling.

I'm not quite sure when I drifted off, but I woke up some time later to
see that Lucy was sound asleep next to me, a smile on her face. Looking
around, I couldn't see Robyn or Sandra. Starting to get worried, I
carefully eased myself away from Lucy, and got up. I moved to the door
between Lucy's room and mine, and when I got close, could hear the faint
sounds of the television on the other side. I knocked softly, then
opened the door to see that Robyn and Sandra had established themselves
on my bed, and were watching TV with the sound down as they cuddled.

When they saw me, they started to speak, but I held a finger to my lips
as I moved closer to them. When I finally sat on the bed, both of them
moved to sit next to me, telling me that Lucy and I had fallen asleep
pretty much at the same time - and they giggled when they said that both
of us had enormous smiles when we did. They went on to tell me that they
didn't have the heart to disturb us, but didn't want us to wake up "all
sticky and stuff" (as Sandra put it), so they'd carefully cleaned us up
before deciding to use my room to watch TV. I looked at the time, and
saw that it was getting a bit late, so I told them they could stay up
another half hour, but then they were to go to sleep. Both agreed easily
enough, and I told them they could go ahead and sleep in my bed, if they
wanted, or they could join Lucy and me if they would be careful not to
wake her. They thought it over, and decided to stay in my bed so - as
Robyn put it - "You and Mom can have some private time, too".

That settled, I gave each of them a hug and kiss, then headed back for
Lucy's room, closing the door behind me. After a detour to the bathroom,
I headed back to the bed, where I found Lucy half awake, and looking up
at me with another smile on her face. She stretched, then rolled over to
her side and indicated she wanted me to lie on my back next to her. When
I was in position, she rolled over against me, and put her hand and arm
on my chest as she rested her head on my shoulder.

"That was really... something", she said as she started to play with
some of my chest hairs.

"Yup. It was definitely something. I'm not too sure what, but it was
definitely something", I responded.

"I've never had anything like that happen to me before. Have you?"

"Not while making love. Something like that happens sometimes in combat,
though - you'll get into a firefight, and it seems like you know exactly
what to do, and when; like you already know it's going to turn out good,
and you're just making sure it happens."

She shivered slightly, and asked "You've been in actual war, then?"

"Not WAR war, but yeah, I've been in combat."

"Was it bad?"

"Fighting like that is never 'good'. Sometimes, though, you've got to do
it, just to keep the assholes from taking over."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean people like Hitler, and Soviet Russia, and drug dealers, and
people like that. There are things in the world that aren't human. I
mean, they look like people, and talk like people, and all that, but
there's just nothing inside them to make them human. The only thing they
know is what they want, and they'll do anything to anybody to get it."

"Is that why you went in the Army?"

"Part of it, yeah. Silly as it might sound, I actually love this
country, and I wanted to do my part toward keeping it going. That, and
for as long as I can remember, I thought that soldiering was an
honorable profession."

"That doesn't sound silly, loving your country. Sometimes, I wish more
people would think about it, and love it, too. What do you mean that
soldiering is an honorable profession?"

"Just what I said. When you listen to a lot of people, they talk like a
G.I. with a rifle is about the dumbest thing on earth - but if you think
about it a minute, you'll realize that the LAST thing you want is a
dummy with a gun. You want the smartest, best-equipped, best-trained
people you can lay your hands on because you can't be out there to
supervise each and every one of them. You HAVE to trust them to know
what their job is, and how to do it. Sure, there are going to be some
idiots, and some power-crazy nutcases that turn up; but for the most
part, the people on the pointy end of the stick are the ones you need
and want there: smart enough to know what's going on, and trained well
enough to make it happen. Same thing with cops - you hear about the bad
ones, but never about the good ones. The bad ones are the ones that make
the news, but it's the good ones that you never hear about keep the bad
guys mostly under control. They just show up for work, keep the crooks
away, and go home at the end of the day - nobody ever notices them,
until they need their help."

"That's why the FBI people are watching us, isn't it?"

"Pretty much. They're trained in a different way than street cops, and
they go after a different class of criminal, but yeah, that's why."

"They're not going to let anyone hurt us, are they?", she said, making
it a statement.

"Not if they can possibly prevent it. Sometimes, stuff happens that you
can't control; in that case, that's why they're having me wear the vest,
and asked me to carry a gun again. But every one of them is ready to get
between you or the girls, and a bullet, to make sure you stay alive and
healthy."

She lay there thinking for a while before asking me "You're better at
this than they are, aren't you?"

"Not better. Just trained for what they aren't, and a little more
experienced about some stuff. Kind of like the difference between you,
and your accountants."

"I think it's a little more than that, but okay", she grumbled into my
neck, before asking "How long is this going to go on?"

"Honestly, I don't know. Off and on, as the trial happens, probably a
few months; us having to worry about bad guys, probably not long at
all."

"'Us' worrying about bad guys? I didn't think you were worried about any
of it."

"I'm not worried - I've got a pretty good idea how good the FBI people
are. I know what I can do, and will do, if it comes down to it. So I'm
taking it serious, and I'm concerned; but not worried, okay?"

"I wonder what the girls think about this. I mean, what they really
think about it."

"Damned if I know. You heard them tonight - they think it's pretty cool
having all those FBI people watching out for us, and following us
around. I wouldn't be surprised if they just took it in stride, as long
as it doesn't go on too long, or get in the way of their fun too much.
They seem to have a pretty good opinion of me, after tonight."

She snorted, and said "Pretty good opinion, my ass. Both of them all but
worship you. Even before I had to come here, I'd hear them talking about
you, and they both thought you were the greatest thing since sliced
bread."

"What about you?", I asked.

She paused a little bit, then softly said "Me, too.", and a moment
later, adding "I knew you were something special when we sat there and
talked that night, after my promotion. Then when you helped me figure
out what was going on here, well, that just made it even better. And
when I heard that FBI guy reading about what you'd done in the Army, and
saw the way the FBI people were treating you tonight, well that settled
it. I knew you were quiet and modest and all that - I just didn't know
HOW quiet and modest you are until today, and tonight. You don't make a
lot of noise about how rough and tough and everything you are - you just
sit there, nice and quiet, until something needs to be done; then you
just DO it. And you don't make a big deal out of it, and you don't try
to boss people around, even though you're way smarter than anybody I've
ever met before, and know a LOT more. You're willing to let people make
mistakes if they want to; but if they ask you, you give them the best
answer you can, and let them decide for themselves. Like tonight, with
Sandra - it surprised the hell out of me, and I know it caught you off
guard, too. But I don't think you could have handled it any better than
you did. You've let her, and Robyn, and even me, know that we're
important to you, and that you care about us. That matters a lot, to me,
and to them; then you go even farther, and let us know that you love us,
no matter what else happens, without smothering us with it. We all know
you love us, and that you'll be there for us, no matter what we need, or
when we need it."

At that point, she started crying, and hugging me. All I could do was to
hold her, and caress her back as I softly told her that I loved her,
too, and tried to comfort her.

When she'd cried herself out, she asked me "Why did you ask me to marry
you tonight?"

Trying to lighten the mood a bit, I told her "Well, when you find milk
you like, you buy the cow." - and getting my side poked in response, as
she laughed, and said "No, really."

"Remember that talk we had in my living room? When you asked me what I
thought of you?"

She nodded, and I said "That's why. Every time we've been around each
other since then, you've done nothing but show me how true all of that
is. On top of that, now I know you've got guts, too, and that only makes
it better."

"What do you mean, I've got 'guts'?"

"I mean I know that all of this scares you - remember, I saw the look on
your face when the FBI car pulled up next to us tonight! - but you've
got enough nerve to put it away the best you can for the girls' sake,
and keep going. I mean it must have scared you and made you feel all
kinds of embarrassed and ashamed when you admitted to me that you liked
the idea of making love with another woman, and even Robyn and Sandra -
but you were honest and brave enough to do it, anyway."

"But why ask me TONIGHT, of all times? And here, with me and the girls
standing there in our underwear?"

I laughed, and told her "Tonight, because I wanted you to know that I'd
be there for what's happening now, and what happens after. Here, so that
both of us would know and understand that our physical relationship
isn't just with each other, but with people that we're BOTH attracted
to, and care about."

She snuggled closer, and said "You're pretty deep, and pretty smart, you
know that?"

"Seems I've heard that before, from somebody. Forget who, though..." -
and earning myself another jab.

We lay there like that for a while, content to simply hold each other
before we started feeling sleepy. I called down to the front desk, and
left a wakeup call for the next morning. That done, we went back to
holding each other until we drifted off to sleep again.

The next morning, I managed to catch the phone before the second ring;
Lucy stirred next to me, but didn't actually wake up. I eased myself
away from her - with a mild noise of complaint - and went over to get
some coffee started before heading into the bathroom. When I got out,
the coffee was about half done, and Lucy was starting to stir - perfect,
I thought: waking her up as gently and easily as possible.

As the miniature coffeemaker was starting to hiss that it was done, Lucy
opened her eyes, and saw me sitting there, looking at her. She blessed
me with a radiant smile, and as she started to roll over, caught sight
of the ring I'd put on her finger the night before. She suddenly
stopped, and turned to look at me, saying "It wasn't a dream last night,
was it?"

I smiled back, and said "No, not for either one of us."

She suddenly sat up - letting the covers fall down and making her
breasts jiggle in a most interesting way - and hugged me fiercely before
telling me "I love you!"

I hugged her back, and told her that I loved her, too - but that we
needed to get ready to go to the FBI office. At that, she pulled away
from me a bit, and said, "I was hoping that part of it was just a
nightmare", wistfully.

I kissed her, and told her "It won't be long, and you'll think it was,
though", in an effort to comfort her, before gesturing toward the
coffee. She nodded, and I got up to make us both a cup.

After we'd both had a few sips, I told Lucy "Last night, Agent Gallery
asked me a favor."

"What's that?"

"He asked me if I'd bring the girls with us this morning."

Lucy looked at me sharply, and asked "What for?"

"A couple of reasons. First, they just want to make sure the girls
understand what all this is about. Second, they want me to go with them
when they hit TechnoDynamics, and having all of you at the office just
makes their job a little easier. Last, at my request, they're going to
give you and the girls some brief lessons on self defense, and an
introduction to guns."

Grudgingly, Lucy admitted that it was probably a good idea, adding "I'm
not too sure about the guns part, but if you think it's a good idea,
then I'll give it a try."

I assured her that I did think it was a good idea - "If for nothing else
than to make sure they understand what a gun can really do".

When we'd finished our coffee, Lucy headed for the bathroom while I went
in to get the girls out of bed. I found them wrapped in each other's
arms, their legs intertwined. They were so lovely, I went back to knock
on the bathroom door, telling Lucy there was something she'd want to
see. A minute later, she came out, and I took her over to look at the
girls - and she immediately fell in love with them, all over again. I
got an idea, and dug out the digital camera I'd bought; when Lucy asked,
I told her that it didn't use film, so there wasn't any problem with
anyone but us seeing the photos. She nodded her agreement, and I got
several images, from different angles, of Robyn and Sandra laying there.

I put the camera away as Lucy headed back for her bathroom, then went
and sat on the edge of the bed. I reached out, and began caressing their
upper arms in turn, first one, then the other, until they finally opened
their eyes. When they saw me, both of their faces lit up, and they
quickly threw off the covers to give me a good morning hug. I told them
that all of us were going to the FBI office that morning, and both of
them brightened at the idea. As I watched their cute backsides head for
the bathroom, I called down to the front desk, and simply asked for the
duty agent; a couple seconds later, a female voice answered "Agent
Jones. What can I do for you, Mr. Andrews?"

"You can start by calling me Dan. Mister makes it sound like I'm even
older than I feel, some days."

She laughed, and said "Okay, Dan. Agent Gallery told me you were pretty
relaxed about all this, I should have listened to him. What's up?"

"We'll be wanting some breakfast this morning before we head in to the
office. I was thinking the café here in the hotel would be good, unless
you think it's too small, or too crowded."

"No, sir, it'll be just fine. The morning rush is over, and it's pretty
empty now."

"Great. We'll be heading down in, oh, twenty minutes, thirty at the
outside."

"That'll be fine, sir. We'll be ready. Thanks."

"No problem."

With that, I hung up the phone, and decided that the girls wouldn't mind
sharing the bathroom with me while I shaved. After retrieving my vest
and pistol from Lucy's room, I went into the bathroom to shave and
brush. Since the girls were in the shower, giggling, I doubt they even
noticed I was there.

After I'd dressed, I stuck my head in the bathroom to see Robyn and
Sandra toweling each other off, with a little groping tossed in. I let
them know that we'd be having breakfast in the hotel café in about
fifteen minutes; both protested it wasn't enough time, then made a face
at me when I answered "Fine. Go hungry, then!" - knowing full well that
neither would pass up food after all the activity of last night.

Back in Lucy's room, I found her putting the finishing touches on her
makeup. I told her where and when we'd be having breakfast, she smiled
and said that was fine, with her - it gave her time for another cup of
coffee. I smiled back, and poured each of us a cup as I told her about
watching Sandra and Robyn heading for the bathroom, and how I'd found
them after making arrangements for breakfast. She laughed when I told
her about telling them to be ready, or go hungry - she knew better than
I did that neither of them would willingly skip a meal. How they ate so
much, and still stayed so slender, was a mystery to both of us.

Lucy and I were just finishing our coffee when the youngsters swarmed
into the room. At my suggestion, all three had selected comfortable
blouses and pants; even covered up that way, they were all a treat to
see.

By then, enough time had passed that I knew it was okay to head off to
get something to eat - Robyn and Sandra weren't the only ones feeling
hungry that morning. They waited patiently as I opened the door a bit
and checked the hallway before opening it all the way. We made our way
to the elevator, and stopped only once on the way down to pick up an
older gentleman. At the main floor, I spotted a couple of FBI agents,
and the troop of us made our way to the café. I let Lucy and the girls
find us a booth while I waited near the door for Agent Jones to let me
know which one she was. I wasn't disappointed when a few seconds later,
an apparent businesswoman got up to walk toward me. At 5'6" and maybe
120 pounds, dark red hair and nicely curved, I doubted anyone would take
her for a gun-toting FBI agent. She looked every bit the attractive
business exec - other than the all-but-issue purse she was toting that
held her pistol in a convenient inside pocket. I saw several guys
watching her, but she didn't seem to notice them, for some reason.

When she got close, I stuck my hand out, and said "Good morning, Agent
Jones." She looked surprised, but took my hand and shook it before
asking "How did you know it was me?"

"Educated guess. I figured the only one of your crew to approach me
would be the agent in charge. You sure didn't sound like a guy on the
phone, and that purse is all but a giveaway that you're carrying. Too
bad that none of the fashion houses make purses that are designed for
carrying a weapon."

She grinned at me wryly and said "Believe me, Dan, I wish they would,
and am afraid they will - it would be nice to have some more choices,
but I'm afraid I'd spend too much of my salary on them if they did!"

Both of us laughed at that before she told me "Agent Gallery said you
were good; I'll have to apologize for doubting him about that, too." She
followed that a moment later by saying "Dan, I'm sorry to ask, but Clara
was very clear about it: are you wearing your vest?"

I grinned at her, and said - in my best little-boy tone - "YES, mother!"
- and getting a grin in return before I told her "I'm also carrying my
little purchase from last night."

She smiled at me, and said "Good. My people have already heard how you
did, and seen the results. They're impressed, and they don't impress
easy. Hell, I'M impressed - I only wished I could shoot that good. We're
going to have to get you out on our combat range some day - I'll bet you
could give our course record a pretty good run."

I thanked her, and then it was down to business as I told her "As Agent
Gallery requested, Lucy and the girls will be staying at the office
while I'm out. Lucy knows why, and I'll be telling the girls over
breakfast. You can see I managed to convince them to dress for the
occasion. If there's anything else I need to tell them, this would be a
good time to let me know."

"No, that's it. I'm sure our office people will appreciate them being
dressed appropriately. Is there anything I can do for you?"

"Yeah, there is. Last night, I was told that Mike could smooth out the
trigger on this thing for me - it's feeling a little gritty. If he can,
I'd like to clean the action on it a bit, too - it's a little mushy when
it trips. He might like a little warning before I get there, I'm
thinking."

She nodded, and said, "I'm sure he would. I'll make sure he gets a heads
up. Anything else?"

"Nope. After breakfast, we'll be heading straight for your office."

"That's fine, thank you. My people are ready to leave whenever you are."

I nodded, and thanked her as I headed for where Lucy and the girls were
waiting for me. I looked over the menu, and quickly made my choice; when
the waitress arrived a bit later with coffee, all of us were ready to
order.

As we were waiting for our meals to arrive, we chatted about a number of
things before I managed to ease the conversation toward the FBI. As I'd
hoped, Robyn and Sandra were anxious to know what we'd be doing there.
Lucy and I shared a look before I started telling them about what the
day held for us all - that I'd be going with the FBI to TechoDynamics
office while they and Lucy stayed with the FBI. I went on to explain
that the FBI liked the idea of all of them staying together while I was
out, then brought up the idea that there might be something for them to
do there. They perked up at that idea, and I suggested that maybe the
people at the office could even show them some of the stuff that FBI
agents learned. They seemed to think that was a great idea, and actually
started to look forward to spending some part of the day at the FBI
offices.

Lucy leaned over to give me a hug and kiss, whispering "You are such a
devious turd. If you'd told them that they WILL do that stuff, they'd
have fussed; but when you hinted that it might not happen, well, you had
them cold." before kissing me again.

About then, the waitress showed up with our order, and Lucy and I
listened as the girls wondered about the different things they might be
able to do that day.

When we'd finished our meal, the waitress was prompt to clear away our
dishes, then return a few moments later with our check - I got to it
before Lucy did - and coffee refills for Lucy and me. When we'd finished
our coffee, I left the money for the meal with the ticket on the table,
and nodded to Agent Jones, who stood up and led the way out of the café.
Out in the lobby, I saw a number of people not paying the slightest
attention to us as we headed for Lucy's car. I saw a car leave the
parking lot ahead of us, and another behind us after we'd pulled into
traffic. Both kept direct visual contact on us, despite the vagaries of
city traffic, even though they were careful to change position so as to
try and stay inconspicuous.

Once at the FBI offices, we found that Clara was waiting for us, as was
Bill, to my surprise. He reached out to shake my hand, saying "I'm here
to brief the rest of the people that will be assigned to you. If you've
got a minute, I'd like to introduce all of you."

I looked at him and said "Far as I know, my time is yours. We'll be glad
to." Lucy and the girls quickly agreed, and the four of us followed Bill
back to his office, then through another door into a conference room
full of people. Once there, Bill cleared his throat, and the light
chatter quickly stopped. When it was quiet, he told them "Folks, this is
Mr. Andrews. You've all read his file, and seeing him, I trust you can
understand why you've been instructed not to interfere with him if he
takes a, uh, active part in events. I tried him yesterday, and was lucky
enough to come out of it with only a broken rib. With him is Lucy White,
her daughter Robyn, and Robyn's friend Sandra." As he mentioned their
names, Robyn and Sandra gave the group a small wave, and earning
themselves a number of smiles.

Bill went on to tell them "People, just to make it clear, Mr. Andrews
here is armed. Here are the targets he used last night when he was
checking out the weapon." At that, another agent came in with the three
targets mounted to some kind of foam backing, keeping them straight and
flat. The white background also made the holes in the targets stand out.

"This one was his FIRST magazine, at twenty feet. His first shot was the
one furthest from the x-ring; they got better from there, as you can
see.

"This next one was a magazine he shot using the classic antiterrorist
double-tap; that is, two shots fired in rapid succession. The target was
at thirty feet. He fired these from a standing position, his weapon in
his hand, but at his side. The owner of the range called out for each of
the four exercises.

"Last is this target. He started from a standing position, the weapon in
a holster at his back. The range owner called the start; Mr. Andrews
fired all eight of these in less than six seconds. The range was FIFTY
feet. I think you can put away any fears you might have had about Mr.
Andrews accidentally shooting you", he said to general laughter.

"Agent Gallery has reported that Mr. Andrews is a very cooperative
protectee, as are the ladies. Last night, they gave the detail plenty of
warning before moving anywhere, actually asked for input from the detail
about security measures AND LISTENED to the answers." - this drew
general laughter - "Mr. Andrews even made arrangements for his detail to
get something to eat while they were at Café Triomphe, whose owner is an
old friend of his. Folks, he has an eye for security, and the training.
Best of all, he's got good instincts, so don't be afraid to let him take
over, if need be. Mr. Andrews understands some of the problems we're
facing here, so don't hesitate to be honest with him. How much diplomacy
to exercise is up to you.", he added with a grin.

Here, Agent Jones, who had been standing in the back spoke up "I can
vouch for how helpful Mr. Andrews is. Mr. Andrews actually prefers that
you address him informally, so call him Dan. He took the time to call
down to us this morning to inquire if we had any problems with him and
the ladies having breakfast in the hotel. When we didn't, he even let us
know when they would be moving so that we could have our people in
place. From my own experience, and from what Gallery told me, I have
every reason to believe that Dan and the ladies will be helpful and
understanding. I also want to add that Dan is a most observant person:
he had me spotted as FBI well before I could introduce myself; further,
he had me identified as the head of the detail. So if he spots one of
you, don't take it personally."

As she was talking, I nudged Bill, and when he turned, asked him "I'm
going to guess that she'd not a junior agent?"

He grinned, and said "Nowhere near it. She's one of my best; her and
Gallery get the important ones" before turning back to the crowd.

About that time, the door behind us opened a bit, and Clara stuck her
head through to ask Bill if we were free. He nodded, and gestured she
should wait a moment. She did, and heard him tell the agents "Okay,
people. You already knew the why. Now you know the who. Thank you, and
you're dismissed."

They easily got to their feet, with most of them pausing to give us a
close look before heading out the door.

When they were gone, Clara told us that she had an agent to show the
girls around while we talked about what would be happening that day.
With that news, both of them perked up considerably, and were ready to
go when Clara opened the door to introduce them to Special Agent Abigail
O'Malley, a cute young agent fresh out of the FBI Academy. Mid-20's,
short brown hair, hazel eyes, slender but nicely curved, she looked more
like a surfer girl than an armed agent.

When they'd left, I told Clara that I'd hinted to the girls that they
might get a chance to see some of the training the agents went through,
so they'd be more agreeable to the self-defense and weapons
introductions they'd be getting. Clara smiled at my ruse, and said that
she figured her people could come up with plenty to show the girls to
keep them busy. That out of the way, she led us to a smaller conference
room where there were several agents around a table. Clara led us to the
gap they'd left us, and when they'd stopped chatting, told them "Folks,
this is Dan Andrews and Lucy White. They're the people that brought us
the goods on TechnoDynamics. Lucy is going to be staying in the office
today, but Dan will be going with you, for several reasons. First, he's
already been inside, and is familiar with the layout of the place, and
the people. Second, it's his work that got us here. Third, he's had some
damn good ideas about how to go at this. For those of you who haven't
read his file, let me tell you that he was the team leader for a group
that was the prototype for the Delta Force, and he's been 'in the
field'. He's rated expert pistol and rifle. He has a Masters degree in
computer science, from MIT. He's smart, and he's got good instincts; if
he makes a suggestion, you should listen before making up your mind. If
he insists, you better be ready to justify it to me if you say 'no'. Any
questions? No? Okay, let's get on with the briefing."

Lucy and I sat there as different people talked all of us through what
would be happening shortly after 1:00 PM that afternoon:

First, several cars full of agents would pull into the TechnoDynamics
parking lot, and the lead agent - Agent Hernandez - me, and a couple of
others would enter the lobby where we'd get the head of security and the
head of personnel to the front desk. At that point, the other agents
would enter, and spread through the building to establish themselves in
certain key offices. That done, Agent Hernandez and I would head for the
IS supervisors office while the other agents began the process of
letting people know what was going on. Depending on what we got from the
IS supervisor, one or two of the junior agents might be pulled off to
assist us. All computers were to be properly shut down and secured, and
all employees below management level - except for a select few - were to
be escorted out of the building after being cautioned not to communicate
with anyone about what was happening; there were a number of junior
agents that would be assigned to that task. With only management
personnel left, they would be isolated from each other, and read their
rights before questioning. Any that seemed unduly nervous or otherwise
apprehensive were to be brought to the attention of Agent Hernandez.
When the building was secured, there were a number of accounting and
other special agents that would begin the process of going through the
files and records of the company. As this was happening, a number of
bank accounts would be seized throughout the country, and records would
be analyzed to identify all transfers involving the suspect accounts;
then THOSE accounts would be analyzed, and so on, to a level of 5
removes from the TechnoDynamics accounts.

At that point, one of the FBI computer people got up, and explained to
the rest of them just exactly how and why the computers were to be
secured. He also told them that I was the one that figured out what was
going on, and that I'd had to walk the rest of them through it before
they saw what was happening. He also added that his group had requested
my presence to help with any problems they might run into.

Another agent told us that the local police had been notified, and were
ready to provide additional personnel, if needed.

When the briefing was done, all of us were thoroughly familiar with what
was going to be happening, and when. Agent Hernandez and I had a brief
conversation in Spanish after he asked me a question.

When we were done, he laughed and said "Mr. Andrews, I'm impressed with
your fluency in Spanish; but that accent is something else!"

Clara told him that it might be Russian or German - that I was also
fluent in both of those. He got a dumbfounded look on his face before
Clara led us back to her office. There, she asked me if there was
anything I needed, and I told her "Only a cup of coffee, and to see your
gunsmith, Mike."

She nodded, and excused herself with Lucy before leading me to a
coffeepot, then the gunsmith, a slender black man.

"Mike? This is Dan Andrews."

"Mr. Andrews? A pleasure to meet you. I hear you've got a little
something for me to do."

"Call me Dan, Mike. Yeah, I do" I told him, before reaching under my
shirt to pull out the pistol - carefully, then getting the weapon safe
to show them that it wasn't loaded. I added "The trigger on this thing
feels kinda gritty, so if you could smooth it out some, I'd appreciate
it."

He nodded, and asked "Jones told me you said something about it being
mushy when it trips?"

"Yeah. Seems like there's a little too much play in where the hammer is
released."

Again, he nodded, and told me "Easy enough. I can have the trigger
polished up for you in about ten minutes, or so. If you've got another
hour or thereabouts, I can take care of the rest of it."

"If you need some ammo, I've got a box out in the car", I told him.

"No, I've got plenty here, but thanks for offering. Don't see much in
this caliber, these days."

He promised me the weapon would be ready by twelve o'clock, and I told
him I'd see him then.

When we got back to Clara's office, I mentioned to her that I had
noticed most of the agents were looking at me strangely. She looked
confused for a moment, and then laughed, explaining "It's several
things. First, you're the first person in a LONG time to come in and
just hand us a case like this. Then there's the fact that word of your
military record has gotten out. Finally, the agents that saw you shoot
last night have been talking about it - a LOT."

Seeing the mildly confused look on Lucy's face, Clara told her "Short
form - they're impressed. Shucks, I'm impressed."

Lucy looked at her, then me, then back to Clara before asking "You mean
he's even impressing the FBI?"

Clara laughed, and answered "Yeah, even us. And believe me, Lucy, we
don't impress easily. I personally have busted bank robbers, kidnappers,
con men, drug dealers, and all kinds of people. I've been shot at,
several times, and even hit once. I was in on it when we busted a spy
ring. But this man sitting next to you? He's something."

"He sure is. I think I'm going to find out what, after last night - he
asked me to marry him, and I accepted" Lucy told her.

Clara got a delighted look on her face, then spotted the ring on Lucy's
finger. In moments, the two of them were like long-lost friends, talking
about marriage and all the rest of it. I just sat back and drank my
coffee.

A while later, they finally ran down a little bit, and Clara told us "If
you'd like, we can go see what O'Malley has been up to with them."

Both of us nodded at the suggestion, and Clara got on the phone to ask
the receptionist to have O'Malley call her. A few seconds after she hung
up the phone, it rang. When she answered, she nodded to us that it was
O'Malley, and asked where they were. She nodded at the answer, telling
her we'd be there in a few moments. When she'd hung up the phone, she
told us "O'Malley's going to be one of the good ones, I think. She's
shown them our fingerprint facility, and has them in the lab now,
showing them how we can collect evidence from damn near anything. I
think the two of you might like to see it, too."

We stood up, and she led us through a few twists and turns before we
went through the door into what could only have been a lab. Around the
middle of it, we spotted O'Malley, with Robyn and Sandra flanking her as
she talked to them about some object she was holding. We managed to get
about halfway to them before the girls spotted us, and came rushing up
to start telling us about all they'd been doing, and how much fun they'd
been having, and how interesting all of it was. I looked around, and saw
that a couple of the lab people were watching all this with amusement; I
figured if they could laugh about having Robyn and Sandra in the middle
of their work area, things couldn't have been too bad.

When Robyn and Sandra had caught us up on what they'd seen so far,
O'Malley stepped up and asked us to follow her. She led us over to a
corner where one of the technicians was positioning a sheet of paper on
a small platform inside a small booth, underneath a couple of strange-
looking lights. O'Malley told us that he was getting ready to check the
paper - a note from a kidnapper - for fingerprints and other evidence.
We watched as he dimmed the lights in the booth, and hit another switch.
Immediately, the paper began to glow strangely, and we could see several
dark smudges on it. O'Malley told us that he was looking at it with a
special light that brought out the oils left behind that made
fingerprints. As we watched him, the man carefully applied a liquid to
the paper, and let it dry before he turned the light off - revealing
that whatever he'd done, it had made the fingerprints visible in normal
light, too. Then he switched on another light, and we saw some spots
glowing in an arc at the bottom of the sheet. O'Malley let us know that
he'd turned on a special laser that showed them where there were body
fluids - in this case, apparently saliva, since the arc resembled what
happened when someone licked the flap on an envelope too much, and left
saliva on the paper inside. The man carefully took several photographs
of the paper before using a scalpel to cut out one of the spots.
O'Malley let us know that the sample he'd just collected was enough to
run a DNA test that would be compared to their suspect's. She went on to
tell us that they were confident of a match, since they'd captured him
after he collected the marked money they'd left for the ransom; but that
they were going through the entire process to make sure that they didn't
leave anything to chance - the man had kidnapped a couple's 3-year-old
daughter, and they wanted to be certain they put him away for as long as
possible. When Lucy asked, O'Malley told us that the child had been
returned unharmed, and was attending pre-school.

I eased my way back a little bit, and got Clara's attention. Together,
we walked a few feet away before I told her "Thanks. That little
demonstration is going to do wonders to put to rest any fears they may
still have."

She grinned at me, and said "You can point to damn near anything in
here, and we can give you a similar story. I told you, O'Malley's good -
she knows why you're all here, and she understands what those folks are
probably going through. She's determined to let them know that her FBI
isn't going to let anything bad happen to them. We've got good people
here, Dan."

"I know that. It's just getting those three to see it, too, and know
that your good people are watching out for them."

"And that you're watching out for them, too. From the way they all look
at you, I know that's more important to them than anything else, right
now."

"Well, Lucy and I had a talk about it last night" - "I'll bet!" she
interjected - "and she understands why it's so important. Not just to
you, but to me, and even herself. She's not happy about it, but she can
live with it."

"And the girls?"

"They're tolerant-to-amused at the attention. They understand that the
people we're after are bad guys, and why. I'm figuring that being here
will help it sink in just important this is, and why."

"I think we can help with that."

I grinned at her, and said "I'm counting on it!" and getting a smile in
return.

We went back to join Lucy and the girls, and followed O'Malley as she
showed us some of the other technology and techniques that the FBI used
to solve crimes, or prosecute offenders. By the time we left their lab,
it was time for me to collect my pistol from Mike. Lucy and the girls
followed O'Malley on to their next destination, saying they already knew
I could shoot good.

Mike told me what he'd done, and I gave it a couple of dry-fires to
check it out. He invited me to try it out on their range, an offer I
readily accepted. What I didn't expect was the audience I drew. There
must have been twenty agents that had nothing better to do than watch
me.

I went through the first clip nice and slow, appreciating the fine work
Mike had done on smoothing the trigger out - it felt like two pieces of
polished glass sliding across each other. With the target at thirty
feet, I all but eliminated the 'X' in the x-ring.

Following that, I went through another magazine, getting a feel for
where the hammer released. This time the target was at fifty feet, and I
almost took out the 'X' again.

When I'd reloaded, I turned around to see the crowd had grown to about
thirty people. One of them stepped forward to ask me if I'd do them the
favor of going through their combat range; I checked my watch, and saw
that there was still plenty of time, and agreed. They led me outside,
then down to a hilly area where I found Bill, and Agents Gallery and
Jones. Bill told me that the range was set up no differently than it was
for any other agent, with random pop-up figures. Some were targets,
others were 'civilians', some were a combination. The goal was to go
through the range and fire 3 magazines before getting to the end while
using whatever cover and concealment was available. I was to start with
my weapon holstered, and my hands at my sides. Scoring was done through
a calculation of the number of 'kills' and 'wounded' for both bad guys
and civilians, and elapsed time. Time would start from when I first drew
my weapon.

I nodded my understanding, and the three of them stepped aside for me to
enter the range. I found myself going down a stereotypical city street,
with a mix of single and two-story 'buildings', alleyways, cross
streets, and so on.

The first thing to happen was a couple of generic thugs to cross in
front of me from opposite sides; both quickly sported half-inch holes.
To my right, a figure popped up, a child with a toy gun. When that
dropped, another slid out of a hood with a shotgun; that one was
perforated, as well. A few more steps, and I heard something behind me,
and added a third eye to the two the woman with a machinegun already
had. A couple more steps, and a lady with her arms full of groceries
came out of a doorway, then disappeared back inside - followed by her
reappearance with a handgun. Another half-inch hole, and I move forward
again. A construction worked pops out of a manhole, then disappears. A
cop pops out of an alley. Another hood shows up in a second story
window, and gets ventilated. When he 'falls', he's replaced by another
one, who gets the same treatment. The next window down, a kid pops up. A
granny appears in a doorway; her shotgun gets her shot. A hood slides
out of a doorway, with a kid held in front of him. He gets a third eye,
too.

I duck behind a dumpster, and change mags in a couple of seconds; when I
step out, a biker-looking character pops up. Armed only with a kitten,
he goes free - but not the biker chick with a magnum that follows him. A
woman with a baby is next, then another kid with a toy gun. A couple of
bikers with rifles get dealt with, then the 'druggie' with a machete. A
psycho with a kid hostage is next to get shot, but not the little girl
with a doll. A cop in an upstairs window, then a terrorist with a rifle
gets dealt with. Another terrorist, with a pistol, then a thug with a
rifle, get taken out. Change mags on the move, and the President shows
up; he's followed by another terrorist, who gets holed. A woman with a
baby carriage, flanked by a couple of gangsters with machine guns - they
fall, she doesn't. A paperboy on a bicycle to ignore, then a biker with
a rifle to get perforated. Behind me, a noise - the lady with the baby
carriage apparently had a machine gun in it, and she gets ventilated. An
unarmed biker goes free, but not the guy in a suit packing a shotgun. A
couple of kids, a housewife, then a female terrorist gets shot, as does
the construction worker with an Uzi. As the slide on the pistol locks
back, I shout "Time!" to stop the clock.

Behind me, I hear cheering, and make my way back to where the assorted
agents are all waiting. Bill is grinning at me; so is Agent Gallery.
Jones is just staring, as are a few of the others. A few seconds, and
another agent walks up to Bill, handing him a sheet of paper. Bill looks
it over before looking at me, then the other agents, before saying
"Perfect score on bad guys - every one a lethal first shot. No innocents
wounded or killed. Time was just 3 seconds short of a new course record.
He's added seven points to set a new best score."

Bill turns back to me and says "Dan, you've broken the best range score
we had, and did it your first pass through. If you ever need a job
teaching firearms, I'm sure we can get you a job at the Academy. Don't
you think so, Amanda?", he added, looking at Agent Jones, who just stood
there staring at me.

When she realized her name had been used, she gave a sudden start, and
blushed, making several of the other agents start laughing. I looked at
Bill, and he told me "Jones, here, set the score you just beat. Took her
thirteen tries to do it, too."

I apologized to her, saying "Sorry. Didn't mean to embarrass anyone, or
anything."

She gave me a shy grin, and said "It's okay. At least it took someone as
good as you to do it!" - getting a few chuckles from some of the agents
around us.

"Well, if it'll help make it better, I'd be happy to buy you some dinner
tonight, to make up for it."

"Deal!", she laughed, before we all headed back to their offices. Back
inside, Mike quickly offered to clean my pistol as I reloaded the
magazines. As I was holstering the loaded pistol again, Lucy came up and
gave me a hug, saying "I just heard that you did good on their range."

"Pretty good."

"Hmmph. Set a new course record, Agent Jones told me. Blew by HER course
record."

I just shrugged, and Lucy said "Funny thing is, she doesn't seem mad or
upset about it. Just said she was going to practice more, and get the
record back."

"That's how it is with folks like this: records are the harmless way of
measuring how good they are. When it gets down to it, the only thing
that really matters to them is whether or not they're good enough. They
are, and that's all they need to know."

Lucy looked at Mike, and he just smiled at her, and nodded.

About that time, another agent showed up, and said "Mr. Andrews? It's
almost time, sir. If you'll follow me?"

At that, Lucy suddenly got serious, and I told her "Look, it's nothing,
really. We're going to shake up a bunch of office drones. How dangerous,
really, are the people YOU work with, compared to these agents?"

She thought about that for a few seconds, the smiled at me, and answered
"Nowhere near. Just be careful, okay?" before giving me a kiss.

As we got to the cars we'd be taking, Agent Hernandez came out to greet
me, saying "A gringo speaking Spanish with a Russian accent. Damnedest
thing I've ever heard!", with a smile.

When we got to the TechnoDynamics offices, Agent Hernandez and I,
followed by a couple more agents, made our way to the front desk. The
receptionist recognized me, and greeted me by name - and completely lost
her composure when Agent Hernandez showed her his ID, and told her to
get the Personnel manager and their head of security there. NOW.

She got the numbers dialed easily enough, but stammered her way through
telling them that the FBI was there to speak to them. In about zero
seconds flat, we could see that both were hurriedly making their way
down the stairs from the second floor. I told Hernandez which was which,
and he greeted them by name when he showed them his ID. With a small
wave of his hand, the agents outside came in, and quickly made their way
to the offices they'd been assigned as Hernandez explained what was
happening, and why, to the Personnel manager and security chief. Both
paled when he told them, and he had a couple of other agents lead them
off to separate rooms before he and I headed for the IS supervisors
office.

As we entered, she looked up at me, and asked what was happening. Agent
Hernandez showed his ID again, and told her what we were doing there.
That done, he stepped back a bit, and let me deal with her first. I
explained to her what I'd really been there for, and what I'd found -
and not found. As I was talking, I could see understanding on her face,
and when I'd finished, she said "Well, that explains a lot."

"How so?" I asked.

"Why someone with your credentials and education would be pulling
security checks."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, when I was told you were coming in here, I got on the Internet,
and did a search on your name. Found out the masters thesis you did, and
couldn't believe that the same person that wrote it was in here doing
security tests on our system. I finally decided that it was just a
coincidence that you had the same name. Now I know better."

"So will you be able to help us?" Agent Hernandez asked her.

"I think so. I knew something was going on, but couldn't quite figure
out what it was, or how it was happening. I mean, I'm good, I'm just not
in his league." she told him, gesturing at me.

He grinned, and answered "Ma'am, believe me, you're not the only one not
in his league!"

She looked a little confused, then turned back to look at me when I
asked her "You said that you knew something was up, but not the how or
what?"

"Yes"

"What made you suspicious?"

"When the Finance VP comes in here and tells one of my techs to change
out a hard drive, I'm going to figure something is up."

"What happened, exactly?"

"That ass McKinley came in here one night, and told my tech to change
out one of the hard drives. Even told him which one. All of our stuff is
hot-swappable, so the guy did it. McKinley then tells him to format it,
then toss the drive, and leaves. The tech checked the records, just I've
taught them, and sees that it's still under warranty. He leaves it for
me, with a note about what happened."

"And?"

"And I had a look at it. None of the stuff on it made any sense to me,
but it still seemed good, so I hung on to it, and replaced it with a new
one. A few days later McKinley calls to see if I've tossed the drive
yet. I tell him I did, and he's happy."

"So you've still got the old one?"

"Sure. It's the bottom one of that stack in the corner, there."

I dug it out, and told Agent Hernandez "I knew there were some missing
files. I couldn't find them anyplace. The records showed that they'd
been archived to a drive, but not which one. I'll bet money that this
drive has what you need to not only nail their coffin shut, but wrap it
in chains and bury it in cement."

The IS supervisor looked at me, and said "But it's been FORMATTED.
Surely, you don't think you can get anything off it now, do you?"

I just smiled, and said "Oh, there's ways. I know a guy that can pull a
surprising amount of stuff off here." Then I turned to Agent Hernandez,
and asked "Can you get one of your computer people up here?" He nodded,
and spoke into a small radio. A couple minutes later, an agent came in
and identified himself as Special Agent Carson of the Technical
Division. I quickly filled him in on the details of the drive's history,
and he nodded his understanding. I asked him if the FBI had anybody in
particular to retrieve the data, and he said that the only person he was
aware of would take several weeks to do the job. I told him to send the
drive to the person I knew, saying "I'll give him a call, and he'll put
it on the front burner. You'll have the data in a week, tops. Just a
couple of things. First, the agent that delivers it is NOT to ask
questions of ANY kind; Lacy will tell them when it'll be done. Second,
the agent is to ignore any comments or other remarks that Lacy makes."

Agent Hernandez couldn't help asking "Why?"

"Because Mark 'Spacey' Lacy is a guy I went to M.I.T. with. Hardware
weenie. He thinks software is only useful when it makes his hardware do
something. He's pretty eccentric; if the agent asks him for anything
more than the time of day, Lacy's likely to figure the FBI is after HIM,
and get real uncooperative.

Second, he's REALLY eccentric, and may voice a few less than flattering
comments about the government, or suggest some pretty improbable
conspiracies. The scary part is, the way he explains them, they sound
almost reasonable. As long as the agent just delivers the drive and
collects it when Lacy says it'll be ready, everything will be cool. He's
one of those rare people that's so good at what he does that you'll
forgive him anything short of being an axe murderer when you need him."
I answered.

Hernandez nodded his understanding, as did the other agent, who assured
me that my instructions WOULD be followed. That done, he took the drive,
put it in the padded aluminum briefcase he had with him, and left to get
it back to the office for transport.

The next few hours went by pretty easily. With the suddenness of what
had happened, the FBI agents didn't have any problems with the staff.
Their technical people ran into a couple of problems, but the IS
supervisor was able to help them with all but one that needed my
attention. Knowing that her suspicions had been correct, the IS
supervisor was a more than willing participant in helping the FBI techs
ferret out the information they were after.

Agent Hernandez had to take the lead on questioning some of the staff,
and asked me for info on a couple of them. I told him what I knew, and
what I suspected, and he was finally able to convince them to cooperate
fully. By five o'clock, Hernandez agreed that my presence wasn't
necessary any longer, and had one of the agents take me back to their
office - with another car full of agents for company.

When I got back to FBI headquarters, Clara showed me back to where Lucy
and the girls were getting some basic education in firearms. I stayed
back out of the way, so they couldn't see me, as I watched them take
their first, tentative, shots with a single-fire .22 pistol. After a few
shots, they got comfortable with the weapons, and weren't as hesitant to
try a .38, then a 9mm. Lucy went on to try a .357 magnum; the youngsters
weren't up to trying something that powerful. Finally, the instructor
got all of them to try just one shot with a .45; all three put it down
with relief after they'd pulled the trigger. All of them were still
willing to have a try with a 9mm machine gun, though - putting it down
with a combination of relief and regret when they'd emptied the
magazine. Finally, he let them go through a magazine of ammo with an M-
16; all were reasonably comfortable with it when they'd finished. When
he saw me standing back, the instructor gestured for me to go ahead and
join them - all three quickly hugged me and started telling me about
what they'd been up to. I congratulated them, and expressed my
satisfaction with how they'd shot.

After we left their firing range - and the instructor had congratulated
me on setting a new combat range record - Robyn and Sandra were
insistent on holding onto my waist as they told me about all they'd done
that afternoon. They were even enthusiastic about the self-defense
training they'd gotten the instructor to give them. Talking to them
about it, I realized that they understood that they weren't ready to
walk down dark alleys yet, but were at least past the point of just
standing like a deer in the headlights if there was any trouble.

As we were going down the hall, Agent Jones met us, and told me that
Clara would like to have a word with me before I left, and that our
detail was ready whenever we were ready to leave. I thanked her, and
asked her when she wanted to join us for dinner. She smiled, and asked
if seven o'clock would be acceptable. I assured her that it would, and
she headed on her way.

In Clara's office, I found out that the drive we'd gotten from the IS
supervisor was on it's way to Lacy; with Clara's permission, I gave him
a call to let him know that it was coming, and who would be bringing it.
A brief conversation followed before he got around to telling me that
he'd be done with it three or four days after he got it. I thanked him,
and that ended the call. Clara thanked me for speeding things up, and
told us that we were pretty much free to do as we pleased; that if they
needed anything else, they'd let us know.

Lucy asked if that meant we could go home, and Clara thought it over for
a moment before saying "If you'd stay here in town for a couple more
days, I'd appreciate it; but if you want to go back home right away,
I'll understand that, too."

Lucy and the girls shared a look before Lucy looked at me. I gave her a
small shrug, letting her know that either was fine with me. She turned
back to Clara and told her that we'd go ahead and stay at the hotel for
another few days before heading home. Clara thanked her, and wished us a
good evening. On the way home, I told Lucy and the girls about inviting
Agent Jones to join us for dinner, and why. They all agreed that it was
a nice thing to do, and welcomed her company.

Once outside, I saw that Agent Gallery was with us again, and gave him a
friendly nod; he gave me a big grin and a thumbs-up, apparently having
heard how things had gone at TechnoDynamics.

Back at the hotel, we were making our way to our rooms after getting off
the elevator when the door to one of the other rooms opened up. We'd
just passed the FBI agent watching for us, and even he was surprised
when a couple of large, burly guys came out and stood in front of the
four of us. Lucy took one look at them and gave a little squeak before
stepping back, in front of the girls. I just stood there looking at
them, waiting to see what they had in mind - and ready to deal with it.
Behind me, I heard the FBI agent ask "What do you want me to do, sir?"

"Just hold on a second, and let's see what these gentlemen want." I told
him.

The one on the left asked "Your name Dan Andrews?" I nodded, and he went
on "A friend of ours believes that you're involved in something that
doesn't concern you. Our friend thinks that it would be best for
everyone concerned if you were to remove yourself from any involvement
in the matter."

"And if I don't agree?"

"Then there exists the possibility that some unpleasant things could
happen to you. Or maybe the broad."

"What kind of unpleasant things?"

He looked at the FBI agent behind us before looking at me again, and
said "Things like maybe your house could burn down. Or maybe you could
get hurt, or even dead. Or these things could happen to someone you care
about."

I looked at him, then his partner. Both had the cold, dead eyes of a
shark - they were so used to doing this kind of thing, and following up
on it, that it simply didn't mean anything to them any more. Legal
problems aside, killing someone meant as little to them as removing a
callous.

When he saw that I wasn't noticeably afraid of them, the one on the
right started to get a little nervous. I asked the leader "By any
chance, do you know Jules Francone?"

They shared a look, and the leader answered "It's possible. Why?"

"You got a cell phone?"

He nodded, and I went on "Suppose you do us all a favor. Call him up.
Tell him you're here with Boomer, and ask if he wants to talk to me."

"Why should I do that?"

"Like I said, it could save us all some time and trouble. You're already
here, and you've delivered your message. What can it hurt to call him?"

He thought that over for a few moments, then reached into his jacket
pocket. I heard Lucy gasp behind me; the FBI agent was playing it cool.

He pulled out a phone, and we watched as he dialed a number, then asked
for Jules.

A moment later "Jules? This is Vincent. I'm here with somebody called
Boomer. You want to talk to him?"

He listened for a few seconds, then looked surprised before handing me
the phone.

"Hey, Boomer, what the hell are you doing with Vinnie?" I heard.

"Hey, Guido, what's up? Listen, I'm standing here in a hotel hallway. I
got a woman and two girls with me. There's an FBI agent behind me, and a
couple of legbreakers in front of me. So far, everything's cool, but
after these guys talked to me, I'm thinking that the cool isn't going to
last very long."

"No shit? Boomer, I don't know what you're into, but if you've got
Vinnie's attention, it's not good. What hotel you at?"

I told him, and gave him my room number, then he said "Okay. Look, you
know I'm not in the family business, right?"

"Sure. Saw Muddy, he told me. Anyway, you told me you didn't want to do
it that way, so why shouldn't I believe you?"

"Okay, just making sure. Look, I'm not in the family business, but
they're still family, right? Let me find out what's going on, and call
you back."

"Sounds fair to me. I'm pretty sure I know what it's about; what I'd
like to do is see if we can't stop this bullshit before it gets too
deep, you know?"

"Yeah, I got ya. So Muddy told you I was staying out of it? Before or
after he offered to help? And with how many other guys?"

"After. A few, he said."

"Oh, shit. Okay, let me tell them to lay off you, okay? Then I'll call
you back later."

"Fine with me."

With that, I handed the phone back to Vinnie. He took it, and listened
for several seconds before handing it to the guy on the right. The other
guy listened a little bit, too, then gave me a strange look, and took a
step back before closing the phone and giving it back to Vinnie.

"Jules says we should leave you alone, if we know what's good for us.
Says he'll tell... he'll explain it. Says if we mess with you, we'll be
the ones to get hurt, not you." Vinnie said.

I just shrugged. That seemed to make the one on the right even more
nervous, and he took another step back.

"I think it's a buncha crap. I think I could kick your ass from here to
Tijuana and back, not even break a sweat. Jules isn't even family, not
really."

I just looked at him for a moment, and said "Vinnie? Don't let your
alligator mouth get your hummingbird ass in trouble."

He got red in the face, and tried to hit me.

A moment later, he was laying on the floor, out cold, his leg sticking
out at an odd angle from his knee. When the other one looked up from
where Vinnie was, he was looking down the business end of my pistol. His
eyes got real wide, and I told him "You, you're the smart one. Somebody
isn't afraid of you, it's one of two reasons. Either they're a whole lot
badder than you think, or they're flat-out crazy. Either one is bad
news. Now, you can go away and leave me and these folks alone, and I
won't hurt you. If I see you again, I'm going to figure you're not as
smart as I thought, and I'm going to take you out. We understand each
other?"

His eyes locked on the muzzle of the .45, he nodded.

"Now, get the fuck away from me. Take this lump of shit with you. Do it
easy, and slow, right?"

He nodded again, and carefully reached down to grab Vinnie by the
collar, then drag him back into the room they'd been in. His eyes never
moved from the pistol.

When the door had closed behind them, I pushed Lucy and the girls past
me - Lucy was white as a sheet, and the girls were quietly crying. Right
on their heels was the FBI agent.

"Sir, I'm sorry, sir. I don't know how they got this close!" he
exclaimed, his weapon drawn as he watched the door.

"At ease, there, agent. It's a big hotel. You can't be everyplace at
once, and you can't watch everything. I'd have been surprised if
somebody hadn't shown up with a message."

He looked at me strangely, and I went on "You folks warned us that there
might be organized crime involved. They've been at this longer than you
have, and they don't have to play by any rules."

He looked only slightly mollified at that, and said "Still, I need to
tell Agent Gallery about this."

"That's fine. He can call the ambulance that Vinnie needs."

The agent finally grinned at that, and asked "Uh, what was that, sir?
That you used to take him down?"

"Tai Chi"

He looked at me in disbelief, and I told him "Watch a Tai Chi tape
sometime. Run it on fast forward. It's a martial art, done slow. Do it
at regular speed, it's right useful."

As he reached for the radio on his belt, I nodded to him, and made my
way to Lucy's room, where I found the three of them sitting on the bed
in a huddle, crying.

When they saw me come in, all three jumped up and ran over to hold me
for reassurance. I hugged them, and rubbed their backs, and generally
muttered comforting words at them until the waterworks dried up.

About that time, there was a knock at the door, and they let me loose
long enough to go answer it - finding Agent Gallery there, looking
worried.

I let him in, and the first thing he did was to look over at Lucy and
the girls to make sure they were okay - and earning himself a LOT of
brownie points with me. Then he turned to face me and said "Dan, I think
we need to move you. Tonight. As soon as you can."

"I understand where you're coming from, Agent Gallery, but that won't be
necessary. I'm sure no one will be bothering us tonight."

"What makes you so sure?"

"You talked to the agent in the hallway?" - he nodded, and I went on "He
heard me talking to Guido. Well, Guido is Jules Francone. He's a member
of the local Family, but he's not family, if you know what I mean." He
nodded, and I told him "Me and Guido, we did a little time together on a
mission. He got shot down someplace or other, and me and my boys went in
to pull him out before the locals noticed he'd lived. Got a little
interesting, but we all made it out okay. On the way out, he told me who
he was, and we got to talking the way GI's do. He told me about the
Family, and that he didn't want to make his mark that way. Of course,
along the way, he picked up the name Guido, kind of a left-handed
compliment at him trying to stay out of the family business. Well, when
Vinnie and Lugnut out there showed up and had their say, I asked them to
call him. Gave him a little description of what was happening, and said
I'd like to avoid trouble. He's going to talk to some people, and get
back to me. In the mean time, he tried to put the leash on Vinnie.
Vinnie tried to get cute, and found out I wasn't interested."

Agent Gallery looked at me, surprised, and said "We weren't aware that
you had any contacts in the Falcone family."

"Like I said, I helped pull him out of a jam. No official contact,
technically."

He nodded, and said "So why are you so sure nobody will bother you
tonight?"

"Couple of reasons. First, the first bunch got sent back with their
tails between their legs. Second, Jules is going to talk to somebody;
I'm willing to bet that even though he's not in the business, he's still
got some influence. That'll slow them down enough to think about what
happened."

Agent Gallery nodded, and said "Yeah, that sounds reasonable. Still, I'd
feel better if you didn't go out tonight, okay?"

"That's fine. I was kinda in the mood for room service, anyway."

He smiled his relief, and suddenly brightened, telling me "Well, you'll
still have Agent Jones here - she told me that she'd be coming to
collect the dinner you offered as consolation prize for breaking her
record. I'll feel better knowing she's here with you."

I nodded, and told him "You got a phone number or something for her? I
probably need to warn her that it's not going to be as dress-up as I'd
figured."

He laughed, and said "She's already been told what happened. She said
she'd be casual."

I thanked him, and he went over to check on Lucy and the girls before
letting himself out.

By the time I'd finished with Agent Gallery, and he'd left, the others
had calmed down appreciably; but they were still shaky enough that all
were more than agreeable to my suggestion of a group snuggle on the bed.
In short order, I had Lucy in my arms on one side, with Robyn and Sandra
on the other.

As we lay there, Lucy told me that Agent Jones had been very helpful in
making sure the girls had plenty to do, and had even joined in with the
three of them on the self-defense classes to let them 'beat up' on her.
She'd also shown them a few things that she'd learned on her own, that
particularly applied to females defending themselves. All three agreed
that they liked Jones a lot. Lucy even went so far as to tell me "Every
time she talked about you, she got this look on her face. Dan, I swear,
if you smiled at her right, she'd go to bed with you!" - and I teased
her right back, saying "And of course, YOU would never think about
joining me, would you?" and making her blush. All of us had agreed that
Amanda Jones was a right attractive female, FBI agent or not.

We were still laying there, holding each other when we heard a knock at
the door. Sandra started to get up to answer it, but Lucy quickly
gestured for her to stay where she was, getting up to answer the door
herself, instead. I heard her ask who it was, then the locks on the door
being undone a few moments later. As Agent Jones came in, she gave a
silent whistle at the rooms we had as I heard Lucy re-setting all the
locks on the door. Agent Jones was dressed in a light cotton dress, pale
green to show off her red hair and slightly pale complexion; it also
showed that she had a nice pair of trim, muscular legs, and a slim, but
definitely female, shape.

When she'd had a good look around, Agent Jones looked at the three of us
on the bed, and smiled, saying "That's about as comfortable group of
people as I've seen in a long time!", making Robyn and Sandra smile back
at her. Lucy came in then, and said "Well, you know things got a little
'interesting' out in the hall, and I think all of us just needed to hold
each other for a little while."

Jones said, "Yeah, I heard. I also heard that it was interesting for the
two goons, too!"

Lucy smiled at her, and answered "Yeah, thanks to Dan.", before looking
at me lovingly.

Robyn asked Jones "Uh, Agent Jones?"

Agent Jones said "It's okay, Robyn. Just call me Amanda, or Amy."

"Amy? I wanted to thank you again for what you showed us today. If it
wasn't for that, I think I would have done something to mess things up
when those guys were bothering us."

"Yeah, me, too!" Sandra added.

"It's okay - that's what I'm here for" she told them.

I noticed that her eyes kept drifting down to a spot below Robyn's
waist. A quick glance revealed that Sandra's hand was on the inside of
Robyn's thigh - and rather high up, at that. I decided to try something,
telling Amy "Sorry we didn't get up, but we're a pretty casual group;
we're not ashamed or afraid to show affection for each other."

She pulled her eyes away from where they'd been, and when she saw that
I'd been looking at her, blushed faintly, saying "That's okay. My own
childhood was kind of strict, and I always envied the other kids that
had families that were, uh, more open with each other."

Lucy listened to this, from behind Amy, and gave me a look that plainly
asked "Am I hearing what I think I'm hearing?"

Robyn told her "Well, then, why don't you kick your shoes off, and join
us, then? Nobody here bites, and I'm sure we can make room for you
between me and Sandra!"

For the first time in what I suspected was a long time, Amy seemed to
find herself flustered at the invitation - but after a few moments,
brightened up and did just as Robyn suggested - kicked her shoes off,
set her handbag on the table, and climbed up onto the bed with us.
Sandra readily moved to the side to make room for her, and in just a few
moments, Agent Jones was neatly bracketed by Robyn and Sandra, who both
took one of her hands in theirs. Lucy resumed the position she'd had
before, next to me.

Though visibly nervous, Amy was a trooper, and stayed between the
youngsters even when each of them rested a hand on her leg. As we sat
there chatting, she began to calm down, eventually joining in our talk
without prompting. When the girls finally let go of her hands, she let
them stay in the girl's laps; and even putting them back after using
them to emphasize something she was talking about.

After a while, I realized that Amy might have other plans, and asked her
if there was anyplace she had to be. She quickly assured me that she
didn't, saying that with the additional agents we'd met that morning,
there were more teams assigned to us - meaning that she'd work a shift,
get a shift off, work another shift, then get TWO shifts off before
coming in to repeat the cycle. She had the next day off, and would meet
up with us again the next evening.

I told her that I'd planned to feed her something better than room
service fare, and she quickly assured me that it was the gesture that
mattered - that she'd be just as flattered if I took her out for a
burger and fries. I asked if anyone was hungry, and Robyn's stomach
growled - I told them that I'd take that as a 'yes', even as Robyn was
blushing. Lucy handed over the room service menu, and when I asked for
it, the phone. I called down and told Agent Gallery that we'd be having
room service, so please, don't shoot the waiter. He laughed, and said
that the waiter would be one of his people.

We all had a look at the menu, and after everyone had made up their
minds, I called down and placed the order. While we waited, we continued
to talk with each other, with most of the conversation going on between
Amy and the girls as they asked her even more questions about what it
was like to be an FBI agent. I think she was getting a little tired of
talking about herself when we heard a knock at the door. About that
time, the phone rang, and when Lucy answered it, I saw her listen a
moment, then smile. After she hung up the phone, she told us "That was
Agent Gallery. He was letting me know that the person at the door is one
of his, with our order."

She got up and went to the door, taking possession of the meals we'd
requested.

When the door was secured again, she wheeled the cart in, and we all
worked our way off the bed to get our food, then sit around the table to
enjoy it. Sandra and Robyn positioned themselves on each side of Amy and
listened attentively as Amy, Lucy, and I talked about what had happened
that day, and what we could expect in the coming weeks and months.

When we'd finished, we piled the dishes back on the cart, and I wheeled
it out into the hall, after checking it first - and finding agents at
each end of it. Both raised a hand in recognition when they saw me
looking at them.

With the meal over, I could see that Amy wasn't in any particular hurry
to leave. As I was talking with her, I saw Lucy and the girls go into a
huddle behind her, and knew they were up to something. After they
rejoined us, things seemed to go along fine for a bit - until Robyn
asked Amy if she'd like to see the clothes they'd bought at the mall the
day before. Amy readily agreed, and the fashion show was on - with a
little prompting from Sandra, even Lucy agreed to join in. As Amy and I
sat at the table, I assured her that she'd like what she saw - letting
her interpret it in whatever way she wanted. She blinked when I said it,
and I could all but see the gears going in her head.

The first part of it was pretty much a repeat of what had gone on the
night before - each of them taking turns to change in the bathroom
before opening the door to show us what outfit they'd bought. It was
when Lucy finally opened the door to show us the teddy she'd bought that
we finally got a reaction out of Amy. From the corner of my eye, I could
see it when she quickly looked over at me; I turned my head and smiled
at her, saying "I told you I thought you'd like what you saw. Very
pretty, eh?"

She gulped, and nodded her head before looking back at Lucy. Still, I
don't think she was really prepared for when Robyn made an appearance in
her bra-and-panty set. Amy looked at me, then Lucy, who told her "Like
Dan said - we're a casual bunch, and affectionate. You might even say
that we're private nudists - most of the time at home, we don't wear
much, if anything."

"Uh, doesn't that get kind of, um, embarrassing?"

"No, why should it? I mean, all of us know what parts we all have, so
it's not like there's any surprise there. If anything, it's actually
relaxing."

"How so?"

"Well, with all of us naked, there's no mystery to it. I mean, since we
can all look at the others pretty much any time, there's no sneaking
looks, or any of that nonsense. If Dan wants to look at my tits, he can
- he doesn't have to try and cop a look when he thinks the girls won't
notice or anything like that. And if the girls want to know what a penis
looks like, well, there's Dan, any time they care to look. It's kind of
surprising, actually - when you can look any time you want, it takes the
'dirtiness' out of it. And if he gets an erection when he's looking at
us, we know that it's not just because he's looking at a naked female,
but because he's looking at US, and finding US sexy. We all know what he
finds attractive in a female, so when he get an erection while looking
at us, we take it for what it means - as a compliment."

"You've all seen him like that?"

"Sure", Robyn told her, adding, "Like mom said, we're pretty relaxed at
home."

Lucy spoke up, telling Amy "I don't think it's a big deal. First, it's
not something he's completely in control of, any more than we are about
our nipples getting hard. Second, I figure if the girls see that a guy
with an erection can still behave himself, they won't fall for any
stories they hear from guys their own age trying to get between their
legs."

Amy nodded at that, and watched as Sandra headed into the bathroom, only
to reappear a few minutes later in her 'look what I have for YOU'
outfit.

Amy stared at her for nearly a full minute - Sandra just stood there,
looking back at her while the rest of us looked at each other.

Finally, Amy flushed slightly, and turned to look first at Lucy, then
me, before asking "You're okay with her wearing that?"

"Sure, why not?"

"But isn't it a bit, um, mature for her?"

"Amy, you spent time with them this afternoon. Didn't they seem mature
to you?"

She nodded, and I went on "Considering the situation we're in, and the
way they've handled it, wouldn't you consider that a sign of maturity?"

Again, she nodded her agreement before I continued "I'd say she's got
the emotional maturity, and the intellectual maturity. Obviously, she's
got the physical maturity. Why, then, should her age be a factor?
Haven't you ever met people whose emotional age was just a fraction of
their chronological? Yet, no one objects to what those folks do. Seems
like a bit of a double standard, to me."

She looked at me doubtfully, and I told her "When I was in the Army, I
could consistently shoot a six-inch grouping at five hundred yards. I
could spend days out in the field with nothing more than a knife and the
clothes on my back, and come back in fine shape. I knew a couple dozen
ways of killing someone without using a gun. I was routinely trusted
with many thousands of dollars worth of sophisticated equipment. But
because I was only twenty years old, people in authority didn't think I
could be trusted to drink beer. Was that fair?"

She shook her head, and I asked "Then why is it fair to judge these
girls solely by their age, which they have no control over? By their own
actions, which they CAN control, they've shown me - and Lucy - that
they're level-headed and responsible people when it matters. I'm not
going to fuss at them about something as inane as their skivvies, for
crying out loud."

Lucy told her "Amy, they've proven to us, in a number of ways, that
they're mature enough to make their own decisions. Both of them have
shown us that they're not only ready to make decisions for themselves,
but to stand ready to take the consequences of those decisions if they
made a bad choice. They've both shown us that they're ready and willing
to deal with serious matters before they go on to pleasurable ones.
Robyn, what did you tell me this afternoon, while we were in that self-
defense class?"

Robyn looked Amy right in the eyes, and said "I told you that I knew Dan
was worried about us, and that he wanted us to take the class and learn
about guns so we'd learn something, and he wouldn't have to worry about
us so much."

"And?"

"And that I wasn't mad or anything because I knew this was all really
serious and really important, and I wanted to help you, and especially
Dan, even though I was kind of scared by all of it."

"Sandra, what did you tell me when we went in to see the guns?" Lucy
asked.

Sandra, too, looked Amy in the eyes as she said "I told you that I was
scared about all of this, but that I knew you and Dan had to catch the
bad guys, so I wasn't going to make any trouble for you. And that if you
and Dan thought we should know this stuff, then I was going to pay
attention and learn it so you wouldn't have to worry about us so much."

Amy looked at Lucy, who told her "Amy, if Sandra and Robyn are grown up
enough to recognize the situation, and deal with it maturely, do you
seriously think I give a happy damn about what kind of UNDERWEAR they
choose?"

That said, we waited, watching as Amanda Jones, FBI agent, thought
through what she'd just been told, and what she'd just seen and heard.
Several times, she looked from one to the other of us, though Lucy and I
seemed to get most of her attention.

Finally, she drew in a deep breath, and told us "I can't see anything
wrong with what you've said. It goes against so much of what I've
learned so far, but there's simply no escaping the fact that what you
say is true; and that your attitude about maturity and responsibility is
right. The only thing that has mattered to me, for as long as I can
remember, is the FACTS, the EVIDENCE. What you show me here is
indisputable fact; with my own eyes and ears, I know the evidence that
these young ladies are mature well beyond their years, and deserving of
the trust and responsibility you give them."

With that, Sandra moved over to Robyn, and they kissed before putting an
arm around each other. Amy watched as it happened, then asked Sandra
"Why did you do that?"

Sandra looked at her as though Amy weren't quite right in the head, and
answered "Because she's my best friend, and I love her."

"You don't care that she's another girl?"

"No. All I care about is that she's my friend, and I'm her friend."

"Would you kiss another girl like that?"

"Yes, if she was my friend, and I loved her."

"Is that how you kiss boys?"

"The ones that I love, yes."

"And you know what love is?"

"Love is when making someone else happy means as much to you as making
yourself happy. When you'd rather get hurt than have them hurt."

Amy then asked Robyn "And you?"

"What she said. She's my best friend. We love each other. We love my
mom. We love Dan. Different ways, but love is love, right?"

Amy turned to look at Lucy, who just smiled at her and said "She's got a
point, you know. I love each of them, in different ways. That doesn't
mean that I love one more than the other, only that I love them
differently, just like my love for Dan is different from what I feel for
them. But it's still love."

"And you're okay with that?" Amy asked me.

"Sure, why not? They're not hurting anyone, least of all each other.
They really do care about each other. They've been best friends for a
pretty long time, even by adult standards. Most of society would frown
on what they do, but then, most of society has it's head on backwards
about a lot of things. To paraphrase something the science fiction
author Heinlein said in one of his books, 'If everyone knows such-and-
such, then it isn't so, by a factor of at least a hundred to one.' We've
already agreed that they're mature; why deny them the freedom to express
honest, caring emotions in a physical way just because they're both the
same gender?"

She sat there, blinking at me as she thought for a couple of minutes
before nodding her head, and saying "Go on."

"You look tense. If Lucy were to rub your shoulders, would that be
helpful?"

"Yes"

"If you were nervous, or afraid, and she held your hand, or hugged you,
would that be a caring gesture?"

"Yes"

"Then if you were feeling sexual desire, and she was willing to help you
relieve some of that desire, it wouldn't that just be an even greater
help, and a more caring gesture? Simply more of what she'd already
shown, and not something different?"

"But she's another woman."

"So? Do you think your body would care the gender of the hands that
soothed your brow? Do you think your body would care the gender of the
arms that held you in times of stress? Do you really think your body
would care the gender of the lips and fingers that brought it sexual
relief? Or would it be only your mind that would object? A mind that
you've already admitted has accumulated a number of misconceptions?"

Again, she got a distant look on her face as she thought through what
we'd just told her.

A few moments later, she excused herself, and went into the bathroom.

When she came out several minutes later, she was wearing only her very
sheer bra, French-cut panties, and a nervous smile on her face. As we
all looked at her, she took a deep breath and said "I admire all of you;
but particularly Dan. If you can be that loving, that caring, and that
honest with each other, then it's something that I want to learn, too.
Every day on my job, I'm ready to take a bullet for somebody else - but
this scares me. I've never opened myself up like this to anyone. But I'm
determined to do it with you, people that I KNOW are what I want to be
like. I don't know how much of this I can actually DO, but I'm damned
well going to try."

Robyn, Lucy, and Sandra all looked at me, telling me with their eyes
that I should be the one to respond to Amy's statement.

I stood up slowly, and as she watched me, undressed before her, setting
my holstered pistol on the table next to her purse before letting my
clothes accumulate in a small pile on the floor next to my feet. Naked,
I carefully walked toward her, stopping when I was but a single step
away. With her eyes on mine, I told her "Amy, you've shown us bravery by
your willingness to protect us. You've shown us kindness by showing
those I love how to protect themselves when I was not there to protect
them. You've shown us respect by not denigrating our choices. Now you
show us trust. We respect all the qualities in you that make you who you
are. One of the most basic things that all of us believe in is that we
will NOT force or push another person into doing something they do not
want to do. If you wish to join us this evening, as our friend and
guest, we will be delighted to help and encourage and comfort you as
much as you want or need. If, at any time, you are uncomfortable with
something, you only have to say so, and we'll respect that without
thinking badly of you. Each of us has gotten to where we are at a
different speed, and in a different way; and we are not the kind of
people to think ill of someone else as they move along THEIR path at
THEIR speed."

As I started talking, I could hear it as Lucy and the girls started
undressing, too, so that by the time I was finished, all four of us were
naked before Amy. When I stopped talking, she looked deep into my eyes,
then looked at the others, seeing their nakedness. When she looked at me
again, she nodded slightly, and did not flinch when I took the last step
forward before I kissed her softly on the lips. When I stepped back
again, first Lucy, then Robyn, and finally Sandra moved forward to kiss
her, too - just as softly, and just as chastely, as I had.

She looked at each of us, and saw only patient acceptance of her and her
situation. When she understood that we welcomed her without making any
demands in the process, she started to cry softly, and the four of us
moved in to hold her, and comfort her. When she'd gotten herself back
together, and stopped leaking around the eyes, she stood up and gave a
little shake before announcing "Dammit, if you're all going to run
around naked, I'm not going to be the party pooper by wearing a bra and
panties!". As she reached behind herself to unhook her bra, Robyn asked
"Can I do that for you?" - and with a smile, Amy nodded. Then Sandra
stepped forward, and replaced Amy's hands with her own on Amy's panties,
gently sliding them down her legs, then setting them aside before
standing up and stepping back again. When Robyn had gotten the bra
unhooked, she slid it off Amy's shoulders, and down her arms, before
moving over to set it on top of the panties. That done, she moved back
with the rest of us, to look at what Amy had chosen to reveal to us. At
first, she looked nervous, but quickly got her courage back, and simply
stood there, her hands at her sides, as we looked her over.

What we saw was smooth pale skin with a light dusting of freckles across
her shoulders, a pair of medium-sized breasts with small pink areolas
and nipples. Below them was a trim stomach, then a flat belly that
merged into a pair of trim, muscular thighs. Between those thighs was a
small triangle of dark red, curly pubic hair; peeking out from under it,
we could see the edges of her labia. As we were looking it at her, she
was looking at us, too - and when she got to me, and saw that I'd become
semi-erect at the sight of her, we could all see it as her nipples
hardened, and her labia extended a little more. Without prompting, she
turned away from us, so that we could see the small, tight globes of her
ass, before she turned around again.

Lucy was the first to move toward her, giving Amy a kiss that made it
clear that Lucy found her attractive, too. Then it was Robyn, followed
by Sandra, both of whom made their kisses as friendly, and inviting, as
Lucy's. Finally, it was my turn - and to my surprise, it was Amy that
made it clear that any activity between us would be welcomed. From the
corner of my eye, I could see Lucy looking on, somewhat bemused by Amy's
actions.

When our kiss broke, Amy looked at Lucy somewhat guiltily, and Lucy told
her "It's okay, Amy. I already know he's attractive. I think we can all
see that he thinks you look pretty good, too!", making Amy blush as
Robyn and Sandra giggled.

I told Amy "If you'd like, I think we'd all be a little more comfortable
on the bed as we got to know each other. You can tell us about yourself,
and we'll tell you about us, and along the way, maybe you'll relax and
get comfortable with us."

She gave me a small smile at that, and nodded. Robyn and Sandra moved
next to her, then each put an arm around her waist to walk with her
toward the bed. Lucy and I followed, and in short order the five of us
had taken up various positions as we filled up the bed. Amy was sitting
up at the headboard with Robyn and Sandra at her sides. Lucy sat cross-
legged at her feet while I leaned back on my arms, my legs extended off
to the side.

With a little prompting, Amy started telling us about herself, working
herself backwards in time from what she had been doing before we came
along. After a few minutes, Robyn put a hand on her thigh, making Amy
stutter for a moment before continuing her story. When Sandra did the
same thing a minute later, Amy didn't hesitate to reach out and do the
same to them.

After a while, Amy's legs got a little tired, and she pulled them up to
sit cross-legged to stretch them a little. Robyn and Sandra easily let
their hands slide to the insides of Amy's thighs, and after a few
moments, started caressing her slowly and softly. Amy didn't seem to
notice - her own eyes kept returning to where my penis was laying in my
lap, or to where Lucy's cleft was clearly visible. After a few times of
that, Amy looked at us, and realized that we knew where she'd been
looking - and when she realized that we didn't mind, and weren't going
to say anything about it, visibly relaxed as she kept talking.

Also, as she talked, she realized that we were genuinely interested in
hearing about her, and that we weren't judging her in any way - and that
helped her to relax, as well, so that she was more willing to tell us
things that she'd obviously never told anyone before. So when she got to
her teenage years, and the friends she'd had, it was pretty obvious to
all of us that she was leaving some things out.

Finally, it was Lucy that called her on it, asking "Amy? There's
something I'm curious about. You've told us what good friends you were
with Virginia, and you've told us about finding out about boys, but I
get the idea that there was something between you and Virginia, too. If
you want to tell us about it, I think we'd all be interested in hearing
about it; but if you don't want to talk about it, then we'll
understand."

Amy just sat there for a few moments, looking at Lucy before her gaze
went to me, then the girls. She hesitated a bit, then said "Well, yeah,
there were things that happened between us. Uh, girl stuff."

Robyn looked up at her and said "Amy? It's okay. Really."

Sandra added "Yeah, it's okay, Amy. We don't mind."

Amy looked at me, then Lucy, who told her "Honest, Amy, it won't bother
us. Just take a look at yourself, and us, and ask yourself if we really
look like people that would judge someone else."

Amy grinned at that, and said "Yeah, you do have a point there. If I can
sit here with these two cuties snuggled next to me while you and Dan
watch, then I guess there's no reason not to tell you the whole thing."

I nodded for her to continue, and Amy started out by telling us "Virgie
and I started out in the same class in third grade, and became best
friends, kind of like Sandra and Robyn, here. Even when we went to
middle school, we took almost all the same classes together. Virginia
was a little smaller than I was, with dark black hair, that was really
straight, to the middle of her back. She had really pale, almost white,
skin. She was the first one of us to hit puberty, and it hit her hard.
Almost overnight, she had hair between her legs, and started pushing out
the front of her blouses. It wasn't until a few months later that I got
started, and it was slower going for me. But because we were friends, it
didn't matter - or so I thought. But what I didn't know was that Virgie
was feeling the effects of it more than I was. It wasn't until later
that I realized that."

"What happened?" Lucy asked, quietly.

Amy stared into her lap a few moments, then told us "I was a month from
my fifteenth birthday. Virgie had had her fifteenth about a week before.
I was sleeping over at her house and we were staying up late on a Friday
night, talking. Both of us were in our panties, but neither of us was
wearing a bra. I remember that I was fascinated by the way her breasts
would sway as she moved, and how the nipples would seem to poke out like
pencil erasers one moment, then almost disappear the next. I was so
envious - my own breasts were about half that size, and barely moved at
all; and MY nipples hardly ever stuck out as much as hers did, even when
I was cold.

"Anyway, she saw me watching them, and asked if I'd like to touch them.
It really surprised me, but I finally admitted that I would. She told me
to go ahead, and stuck her chest out so that I could. I remember feeling
a tingle go up my arms the first time I actually held them in my hands -
they felt so warm and soft and heavy at the same time; I was absolutely
fascinated by them. I touched her nipples, and when she didn't say
anything, I began to play with them. In just a few seconds, they were
sticking out again, even farther than they had before. She had on these
really thin panties, and a couple minutes later, I looked down to see
that the front of them had this wet spot. I'd gotten wet before myself,
and knew what had happened - what was happening - but it still surprised
me that she would get THAT wet. Then she surprised me again and asked me
if I wanted to suck on her tits. I did, and didn't, at the same time,
but when she asked me again, I nodded my head. She put her hand on the
back of my head, and pulled it down so that her nipple was touching my
lips. I stuck my tongue out and licked it, and I heard her give a little
moan, like she liked what I did. I did it again, and she moaned again.
Finally, I opened my mouth, and put the end of her breast in it. I could
feel her nipple pressing against my tongue, and I just started sucking
on it. When I did, I heard her start moaning again, and I could feel her
nipple getting even longer and harder in my mouth. I knew I was making
her feel good; but at the same time, I couldn't help thinking that she
was probably getting really wet between her legs. Thinking about that
started making me tingle between MY legs, and before I knew it, I could
feel myself getting wet, too. I hardly noticed it when she took my hand
off her breast, but I definitely noticed when she slid it under the
waistband of her panties - I could feel her pubic hair under my palm as
my fingers felt something thin and slippery slide between them. It took
me a bit, but I finally realized that I actually had my hand on the
outside of her vagina, and that it was the lips of her sex that I was
feeling.

"Mind you, I wasn't the one moving things forward, but I damned well
wasn't backing out, either. It was more like I was a living puppet for
her to position any way she wanted.

"Anyway, with my hand inside her panties, she kind of guided my hand
around a little bit, until I got the idea that she wanted me to play
with her. I did, and after a bit, I felt her let go of me, and pull her
hand out. I knew where it felt good when I touched myself, so I figured
I try touching her there, too - it took me only a couple of seconds to
find her clitoris, and start rubbing it.

When I did, I thought she was going to go nuts - her hips started moving
as she pressed herself even harder against my hand. As I was doing that,
I felt her hand touch MY breast - and it felt like there was electricity
in my nipples when she did. I didn't stop her, and after a little while,
I felt her hand start to slide down my front. I knew where she was going
to touch me next, and I couldn't help groaning in relief when I felt her
hand pressing on the outside of my panties, right about where my clit
was. When she heard me, she did it some more, and when I let her,
started rubbing me even harder. It felt SO good; even better than when I
did it myself, for some reason. I could feel my juices starting to leak
out, and it wasn't long before Virgie could feel them, too. When she
did, she moved her hand back up, and let her fingertips slide under the
waistband of my panties, so that she was touching ME between the legs. I
felt her fingers slide down to the outside of my vagina, then her
fingertips started slipping across my opening.

"I'd been told so many times that it was important for a girl to stay a
virgin until she was married that I really tensed up, and Virgie could
feel it. She stopped doing that part of it, and went to rubbing my
clitoris again.

"She started pressing herself against my hand, as though she wanted ME
to put MY fingers in HER; but I was so wrapped up in the virginity thing
that I wouldn't do it; I just kept playing with her clitoris while I
sucked on her tits.

"Finally, I felt myself start to have an orgasm, and Virgie just kept
playing with my clit while I was having it. When it was over, she
whispered to me that she wanted me to put my finger in her - she said
she was so close, that doing that would help her have it. But I just
wouldn't do it, and she finally pulled her hand out of my panties and
put it in her own, with mine. She kind of pushed my hand out of the way,
and I could tell when she slid a couple of her fingers inside herself. I
could see as she slid them in and out a few times before she had a
climax.

"When she was done, she was so mad at me, and all I could do was keep
telling her that she wasn't a virgin any more; and that just seemed to
make her madder. Finally, she just told me that it was late and that she
wanted to go to sleep. Both of us got under the covers, but instead of
laying on our backs and talking, she turned on her side, facing away
from me. It really hurt me, and I finally rolled over onto my side,
facing away from her. It took a long time, but I finally fell asleep.
The next morning, she was nice to me again, but she never invited me to
stay over with her again. And whenever I tried to invite her, she always
had some reason she couldn't. We still saw each other in school, and we
still studied together for a while, but we eventually just kind of
drifted apart."

All three of them were looking at her with tears in their eyes. When Amy
saw them, she realized that they shared the pain that she'd felt, and
started to cry, herself. In a few moments, the four of them were in a
group hug, Lucy and the girls holding her as she sobbed out her pain. I
got up and went into the bathroom to bring all of them small towels to
dry up with.

When they were done, each sniffled her thanks for the towel I handed
them, and started cleaning themselves up again. When Amy had finished,
Lucy told her "We're your friends, now, if you want us" before giving
her a kiss. This time, Amy was a more willing participant, and even
dared to reach out to caress Lucy's side, and back.

When their kiss ended, Amy told Lucy "I remember how soft and gentle
Virginia was, and how excited I got when we were touching each other. I
know I can't go back and undo it, but I have to admit that I wouldn't
mind seeing if I couldn't get some of that same magic with someone
else."

Lucy told her "I think any one of us would be happy to help you with
that. Well, except maybe for Sandra - she started her period yesterday,
and she's a little hesitant about it just now."

Amy looked at her, and said "I'll probably take you up on that, later.
But right now, I think I'd like something a little more, uh,
substantial. I've only known two men in my life, and neither one of them
left me feeling the way I did with Virgie. The first was the guy who
took my cherry when I was seventeen; once he had me, he lost interest.
The other was a guy in college who just didn't have the patience or
desire to make me feel as good as he did."

Lucy laughed, and said "If you're looking for a guy, then Dan, here, is
the one. If anything, he'll spoil you for anyone else!"

Amy looked at Lucy quizzically, and asked "You wouldn't mind? Letting me
have him, I mean?"

Lucy answered "Amy, all you're going to do is borrow him for a while.
When you're done with him, or I should say, when he's done with you,
he'll be right back here with us."

Amy got a surprised look on her face, and asked "Us? You and... them?",
nodding toward Robyn and Sandra.

Lucy nodded, saying "He's the one that both of them gave their virginity
to. I wish to hell I could have had him as my first, too."

Amy looked at Robyn and Sandra, and asked "Didn't he hurt you? I mean,
he's a full-grown man!"

Robyn just grinned, and told her "No, he didn't hurt. He made it feel
GOOD! I was sore afterwards, but it was a good sore, you know?"

Sandra nodded her head in agreement with Robyn, and Amy looked at Lucy
again, and asked "And you're obviously okay with this. Why?"

Lucy grinned, and told her about how it had been me that had gotten her
and Robyn talking, and how I'd been the one to help them learn to trust,
and even respect, each other. She finished up by saying "Amy, you know
him. You know what he's like, and what kind of person he is. Do you
really think that he'd just jump into bed with anyone? Particularly
someone as young as these two?"

Here, Robyn spoke up, telling Amy "When I tried to get him to be my
first, he didn't want to. I mean, it's not that he didn't want to make
love to me; it's just that he didn't want to hurt me, and he wanted me
to make sure that I was ready. He tried to talk me out of it, even."

Lucy laughed, and said "Same thing with me. I threw myself at him a
couple of times. He just caught me, and set me on my feet, instead of
jumping my bones like I wanted him to. When he finally gave in, though -
God! It was worth it!"

Amy looked at me speculatively; I just looked back at her, patiently.

She finally opened her mouth to speak, telling me "I told you that the
first guy I had was the one who took my cherry. And he did _take_ it -
what he did wasn't exactly rape, but it didn't miss it by much, either.
The second guy was a little better, but couldn't deal with how tense and
nervous I was - he didn't have the patience to help me relax enough. It
felt better with him, but still not as good as what I heard my friends
talking about. I know it can be better. I want to know what that
'better' is. If you will, I'd like you to be the one to help me find
it."

I answered her by telling her "I can't do it for you. If you're not open
to the experience, if you're not willing to learn what that 'better' is,
if you're not an active participant, then nothing I do will make the
slightest bit of difference. I can help, I can guide, I can offer advice
- but it's YOU that ultimately decides how it turns out."

Here, Lucy spoke up again, telling Amy "What he says is true. When I was
with him the first time, it was great. But when I let myself open up to
him, it just got better. Every time since then, it's gotten easier and
easier to 'be there' with him, and every time since then, it's been even
better making love with him. The other night, we made love; and somehow,
we just locked with each other - I was completely in touch with myself,
and him, at the same time. And I knew that he was feeling the same
thing, completely in touch with ME. We made love for the longest time,
and when we finally came - together - it was the deepest thing I'd ever
felt. If I die tomorrow, I'll die knowing what real, true JOY there can
be in making love."

Robyn spoke up then, saying "When I made love with him that first time,
I was so afraid. Not of him, but that I'd do something wrong, or that it
wouldn't feel good. But when I was actually with him, he was as patient
and gentle and caring as anybody could want. I gave him my virginity,
because I wanted to. He showed me that he respected my choice, and was
honored by it."

Sandra followed that by saying "It was my choice to have him be my
first, too. Like Robyn said, he was as gentle and patient as I could
have wished for. Because I listened to him, I knew it could be a
pleasant, good experience - and when I acted like it would, he helped
make it that way. I know, now, that he would never have made love to me
if he wasn't sure that I believed it would be a happy thing, too."

Amy looked at each of them, in turn, before looking at me and saying "I
know this: they love you and trust you, and you've made every one of
them happy - happier than anybody I've ever seen before. I love you,
too, now. I trust you, too - even more than I did before. When I hear
two young women speak so highly of the man that deflowered them, and
hear a third woman say she wished you had been her first, then I know
that you can do what I want - what I need. Knowing that, I'm ready to do
anything to see it happen. If you tell me I should stand on my head and
whistle 'Dixie', I'll do it, because I trust you, and believe in you,
and love you."

There simply wasn't anything else for me to do but sit up, and lean
forward to give her a soft, loving kiss on the lips - a kiss that she
returned just as gently.

When we separated, Lucy told her "This should be your time with him.
We'll go into the other room, so that you don't have any distractions.
If you don't mind, though, we'll be back when you're done."

Amy nodded her agreement, and thanks, accepting a kiss from each of them
before they headed into my room, closing the door behind them.

She looked at me, and said "I don't know what it is that makes you so
special; I'm just glad you are."

I told her "But you do know what makes me so special to you. You just
haven't put it into words, yet."

She looked at me thoughtfully, and said "Yeah, you're right. You're
smart - god, you're smart! You're brave, and thoughtful, and gentle, and
caring. You've got more morals and ethics than anyone I've ever seen
before. You're willing to give other people the best part of yourself,
without asking anything in return, other than that they do THEIR best.
You're forgiving of people that aren't as smart or strong or brave as
you, and absolutely intolerant of people that try to hurt others, for
whatever reasons. You willingly put yourself between the innocent and
the guilty, without making a big deal of it. You're so modest it's
aggravating, sometimes. Most of all, you treat people the way they show
you they deserve to be treated - you're not afraid to trust yourself and
your own judgment."

I nodded in acceptance of what she'd just said, then told her "As for
you - you're a living example of the FBI motto: Fidelity, Bravery,
Integrity. You're no dummy, yourself - not everyone sees some of the
things that you do. Anybody that's willing to put themselves in front of
a bullet to protect an innocent has plenty of guts - and the moral sense
to know why they're doing it. You won't do anything you don't think
isn't right - but you're ethically aware enough to understand between
personal choice, and public opinion. You know that you don't know
everything, and you're willing to listen to reasoned argument, and
decide for yourself based on the facts and evidence in front of you.
You're just as loving and affectionate as anyone could want - for those
you feel are deserving of that love and affection."

She nodded, as I had, in acceptance of what I'd said. Then we shared a
look, and both of us leaned forward slightly to share a kiss - a kiss
that started with our lips touching softly in love and respect, and
ended with our tongues dueling in passion and arousal.

When we separated, I could see her eyes were smoky with desire. I
reached out to put my hand over her breast; when I had it in my hand,
her eyes closed, and I could feel her nipple stiffen under my palm. I
let my fingertips trace across its surface, until my hand was
underneath, cupping it, as I let my thumb brush across her nipple
softly. I heard hear moan deep in her throat before she opened her eyes,
and reached out to take my penis in her hand. Feeling it start to swell
at her touch, she smiled, and said "Lucy was right. It is a compliment,
knowing that it's for me, personally."

With that, she used her other hand to gently push me, until I was laying
on my back, her body over mine. Looking down at me, she said "I've never
done this before, really. I had my boyfriend in college in my mouth a
couple of times, but never for very long. This time, for you, I want to
do it."

That said, she moved and lowered herself, until I could feel her warm
breath on my stiffening penis. She unwrapped her hand from it, letting
it lay on her palm instead. I first felt her kiss the head of it, then a
few moments later, the sensation of the tip of her tongue running it's
rapidly-increasing length. Time after time, she ran her tongue along it
- first one direction, then the other. When she felt that I was nearly
fully erect, I felt her take the head in her mouth, running her tongue
around it as she let herself taste it, and the small bit of pre-cum that
had leaked out.

I reached out to gently nudge her leg, encouraging her to move to where
I could touch her; she only released my erection from her lips to tell
me "Please, not yet. Let me do this first, then you can do with me what
you want."

An interesting offer, to be sure - enough of one that I contented myself
with simply caressing the calf of her leg, where I could reach it. I
knew that I wouldn't do anything to abuse the trust she'd shown me with
her offer; that she trusted me enough to even MAKE the offer was reason
enough.

With the end of my erection back in her mouth, I simply laid back and
let her do as she wanted - I understood that it was important to her for
some reason, and I trusted her enough to let her go.

She might not have had much experience before then, but she proved to be
a quick, and enthusiastic, student. In only a couple of minutes, she had
me fully erect, my entire penis coated with her saliva as she went
through cycle after cycle of sucking on me, licking me, and sliding her
lips up and down my length. I felt her tentatively touch my scrotum, and
when I didn't object, cup it in her hand, rolling my balls around as she
felt their size and weight. Satisfied with what she'd learned, she went
on to gently squeeze them, careful not to hurt me, before letting her
fingernails drag lightly across my scrotum.

The sensation of THAT was enough to push me past the point that every
man knows: when you go from simply enjoying the sensations you're
feeling, to knowing that you've just started down the path that will end
in release.

She almost seemed to sense the change in me, and readily increased her
efforts. It wasn't but a few minutes before I felt myself hitting the
home stretch: the tightening in my penis and the faint tingling in my
balls that told me that it wouldn't be long before I unloaded into her
warm, wet mouth. As she felt me getting closer and closer, she slowed
down her actions, prolonging my pleasure, and making sure that when I
did climax, it would be a good one. Finally, though, there simply wasn't
possible for me to put it off any longer: I felt my balls tighten as the
first load of my semen rocketed down my length to launch out the head.
When she felt my balls tighten in her hand, Amy quickly let most of my
length slide from between her lips; but she was careful to keep the head
and about the first third of me in her mouth. As she felt my jets of
semen traveling down my erection, she would suck on the end of me in
time with their arrival, swallowing each load with enthusiasm.

Only when she felt me softening between her lips did she give me one
final suck before tightening her lips around me and pulling her head
back, wringing the last few drops of my sperm from me. Satisfied with
her handiwork, she turned herself around, and moved to lay next to me as
I got my breath - and senses - back. She held me until my heart rate
slowed, then I moved to lay on my side, facing her. I leaned over a bit
to kiss her, ignoring the few flecks of my semen that were still on her
lips. Then, propping my head on my hand, I put the other on her stomach
- only to have her move it to cover one of her breasts.

"Why was it important to you to do that?", I asked.

She glanced away for a moment, then looked back at me, and said "Because
my boyfriend in college really pushed me to do that so much. I didn't
like it then, mostly because it got him going so easy, but he didn't
seem too interested in doing anything for me, in return. It got so I
hated doing it because I knew he'd finish before I really even got
started."

"And now, tonight?"

"It was my way of claiming my own pleasure."

"How so?" I asked, as I started toying with the nipple under my hand.

"I knew that I was doing it because I wanted to, not because YOU wanted
me to. I knew you'd like it, but you weren't doing or saying anything to
push me to do it. It was the difference between doing it by choice, and
doing it because someone else wanted me to. I also knew that if you had
a climax, you'd be able to go longer when we made love - and I DO want
us to make love, for as long as possible, so that I can have more time
with you to treasure when you're gone."

I could tell that there was more that she wasn't saying, and let her lay
there a couple minutes before asking "And what else?"

She looked at me in surprised, and said "What makes you think there's
something else?"

"Just a feeling. What is it?"

She gave me a strange look, and finally said "I was worried, a little,
about whether or not I was really ready for this - to be open to the
experience, I mean, like Lucy said. Doing that was my way of reassuring
myself that I really was - ready, I mean. I know that you're going to do
whatever you can to make this good for me; doing that was how I proved
to myself that I was ready to accept whatever you had to offer me."

I nodded in understanding of what she'd said, and that seemed to satisfy
her. I don't think she really understood just how much she'd told me
about herself.

We continued to lay there like that for several minutes, before I
started exploring her body with my free hand. She looked at me, a bit
apprehensive, until I told her "You're beautiful. Not just on the
inside, but on the outside, too."

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"I mean just what I said. You're a beautiful person, on the inside, for
all the reasons I told you about before. On top of that, you're a
beautiful person on the outside. I mean, just look at you - your hair is
a fascinating shade of red, rich and thick, and nicely styled. Your eyes
are a lovely green, and they sparkle very nicely. You have a strong, but
feminine, face. You have a little button of a nose, and your lips just
beg to be kissed by someone that cares. Your skin is smooth, and clear.
No wrinkles, or sagging anywhere. Your breasts are nicely shaped, firm,
and just the right size. Your nipples are a delightful shade of pink,
and when I touch them, they stick out in a most appealing way. You have
a firm, smooth belly, with a trim waist and nice hips. Your belly button
is positively cute. Your legs are smooth and firm and nicely muscled.
They hold up a nicely rounded, obviously firm ass. Between them, you
have a marvelous thatch of pubic hair - thick, but fine and soft, the
same color as on your head. You're obviously fit, with good muscle tone.
You keep yourself clean, and smelling nice - something soft, and
fragrant, it's a treat for the nose. You're slender, but nicely curved -
not too plump, and definitely not too scrawny; just the right size to
cuddle with."

She blushed slightly when I started, but was listening in rapt attention
as I finished. She looked at me, and asked "You really see me like
that?"

"Of course. It's all there, and every bit of it true - you only have to
admit it to yourself, and then take pride in it."

Her eyes got wide, and she said "How did you know?"

"I didn't, for sure. But a number of little things pointed at it", I
answered.

"I told you that my parents were kind of strict. One of the things that
they didn't care much for was people that took too much stock in
themselves, and how they looked."

"That's fine - but there's a difference between that, and knowing your
own worth. Believe me on this - you're most definitely an attractive
young lady, worth any man's attention."

I could tell that she wasn't just going to take my word on it - but I
could also see that I'd given her something to think about, too.

By this time, I was feeling up to being a little more active; and having
the cute bundle that made up Amy in front of me gave me the desire to
follow up on it. I leaned over her, and gave her a soft kiss on the lips
- then another, more firm, followed by one that let her know that I
found her attractive. She responded to each in kind, and our fourth kiss
had us touching tongues. When it ended, she was panting slightly, with
her eyes closed.

They opened again, though, when she felt me move over her - but she
looked up at me in complete trust.

I lowered my head to kiss her again, and she welcomed my tongue in her
mouth before we began a gentle duel, using our tongues as our weapons.
When the kiss ended, I could hear her panting slightly before I moved to
give her a soft, gentle kiss on the forehead. I followed that one with
another to the tip of her nose, then one to each of her eyelids. Her
lips again, then the lobe of her ear, which I also nibbled at, softly.
The point of her shoulder was next, then the hollow of her collarbone,
and the place where her neck curved into her shoulder. Along her throat
to the other side, where I mirrored what I'd just done.

My next point of call was her jaw, just below her ear - then along her
jaw line to the other side. Down to the hollow of her throat, and
beyond, to the upper part of her chest. Across, to the upper slope of
her left breast, then a spiral that closed in on her areola and nipple.
Taking her erect nipple into my mouth, I sucked on it gently as I
strummed it with the tip of my tongue; and got a soft moan in reward.
Releasing her nipple, I kissed my way to the bottom of her breast, then
in a reverse "S" to the upper slope of the other breast. Again, I
spiraled in on the peak, finally taking her other nipple into my mouth
to let it know what the first had experienced.

When I released it, I heard her whispered stammer "I... I didn't know it
could be like this - that someone could do this to me." I smiled down at
her, and said "Amy, I'm only getting started." She looked back up at me
and said "I know", confidently.

I applied my lips to her cleavage, and began working my lower and lower
on her body, pausing to pay attention to the belly button that I'd
honestly told her was cute. When I was done with it, I used her navel as
the center point for a series of figure 8's that went from one hip to
the other across her lower belly as I gradually eased my way toward her
pelvis. As my head approached the dark red triangle covering her mons,
she readily spread her legs to make room for me, placing her feet flat
on the bed so that her pelvis was tilted up slightly.

As my lips finally grazed the top of her pubis, I let my tongue trace
the outline of her thatch. I followed a path from one top corner to the
other, down the side, and then out the inside of her thigh to halfway to
her knee before stopping. Then I reversed course, widening the return
path by following a zigzagging pattern back toward her womanhood.
Stopping just short of her labia, I picked up on the other side, heading
for her other knee. Again, halfway there, I stopped, and reversed
course, placing a number of small, soft kisses all across the inside of
her thigh as I made my way back. Once more, I stopped short of her inner
lips, and when I raised my head slightly, she whispered to me "Nobody's
ever done that to me before." I only smiled at her, and said "Then I
guess it's about time someone did, don't you?" She nodded, and a moment
later, I told her "If this is the first time you've ever had someone do
this, then I guess you could say that you're giving me part of your
virginity" - and earning myself a delighted smile from her as she nodded
her agreement.

I lowered my head again, and looked at the blossom of her womanly
flower: thin, straight, delicate labia slightly parted and faintly
glistening inside with moisture. At the top, they disappeared under the
hood of her clitoris, at the bottom, they faded into the short stretch
of skin that let to her back opening. I could see that the soft, fine
hairs of her incredibly thick bush followed the contours of her mons,
thinning to nothing at the bottom of her cleft. This close, I could also
detect the faint musky odor of her beginning arousal.

A glance upwards showed that she was watching me with considerable
interest; I lifted my head and told her "Even here, you're beautiful!",
making her blush slightly before she visibly relaxed, and let her head
fall back.

I extended my tongue, and felt her start slightly when I first made
contact with the folds of her sex. Extending my tongue a little farther,
I let it slide between her inner lips, from bottom to top, before
drawing it softly across the hood of her clitoris. I heard her moan
softly as I did, and repeated my action, delving even deeper into her
entrance. Another moan as her legs spread a little further in invitation
for me to continue - which I did, with great pleasure.

As her juices started to flow, I was able to get a better taste of them:
tangy-sweet, with a hint of earthiness to them, they were slightly oily.
When I lifted my head slightly to focus on her clitoris, my upper lip
and nose were buried in her bush - it was thick, but made up of fine,
slightly curly hairs that felt surprisingly like a camel's hair brush on
my lip. Back and forth I went, from the opening to her womanhood, to the
nubbin of her clitoris, teasing each with my tongue and lips, slowly
bringing her arousal and excitement farther and farther along. Finally,
her clitoris made an appearance out from under it's hood - and I happily
began fluttering across it with my tongue for a little bit before
releasing it. When I returned to her vaginal opening, I was pleasantly
surprised to discover that my attentions to her clitoris had apparently
been effective - her labia were now noticeably more extended, and parted
enough to reveal how wet she was inside.

With the knowledge that I was having the desired effect, I increased my
efforts, and was soon rewarded with a soft moan of pleasure from her. A
few more minutes, and she was moaning almost continuously, and even
arching her pelvis up toward me when I would slide my stiffened tongue
into her opening, as though making love to her with it. Back at her
clitoris, I found that its hood had retracted, leaving it fully exposed
to my tender - if questionable - mercies. Taking it between my lips, I
softly 'nibbled' at it, pulling on it as if I were trying to milk it
with my lips - making it even firmer, and drawing it out even more.
After a little bit of that, I parted my lips and softly sucked it into
my mouth where I gently sucked on it in time with fluttering my tongue
across it, only to be rewarded with a gasp of pleasure from Amy as she
started tossing her head back and forth.

When I returned to her vaginal opening, I found that she was even
wetter, and more open, than she'd been before. I quickly took advantage
of the situation, and started lapping at her opening as though it were
the Flavor of the Month. In short order, she was moaning almost
continuously, and her head was almost a blur as she tossed it from side
to side.

After exhausting her supply of nectar - she was making it almost as fast
as I could lap it up - it was back to her clitoris again. This time, I
eased my arms under her legs so that I could reach up and start playing
with her breasts, gently squeezing them and playing with her nipples, as
I drew circles around her clitoris with the tip of my tongue. Between my
tongue action, and the feel of my hands on her breasts, it didn't take
long before she was groaning and gasping for release, her pelvis hunched
up as she tried to get my tongue directly on her clit, without success.

Finally, when I heard her whimper in frustration, I fastened my lips
around her clitoris, and softly sucked on it rhythmically in time with
licking it. I carefully timed my actions with her pelvic thrusts, so
that I was bringing her steadily - but slowly - to the brink, until
finally, with a furious tongue-lashing of her nubbin as I pinched at her
nipples, I pushed her over the edge into orgasm.

When it hit her, I could hear the air rushing out of her lungs as the
first spasm of it overwhelmed her; she'd barely managed to draw a breath
when the second hit, causing her to release a deep groan of relief. A
shuddering gasp later, the third spasm, a few pants for air, then a
fourth. After that, they began to taper off, so that she was able to
breathe, if raggedly. When her groans had faded, I released my hold on
her breasts, and pulled my arms back, so that I could move myself over
her, supporting my weight on my elbows and knees as I covered her body
with mine.

She was still panting slightly when she opened her eyes and saw me -
without hesitation, she put threw her arms around me and gave me a
ferocious hug and a big kiss. I could tell that she realized I still had
her taste on me AFTER she had her tongue in my mouth: I felt her pause
for just a moment, then she went back at me with all the enthusiasm
she'd shown me at first.

When she let me go, and lay back again, she looked up at me and said "I
didn't know that it could feel so good to have somebody DO that to me. I
always thought it sounded kinda, well, gross - but it wasn't. At first,
I was afraid that you'd say something, or that you were just doing it
because you thought you had to, or something like that; but when you
KEPT doing it, I relaxed, and then it started feeling better and better,
until WHAM!"

I grinned at her, and asked "And when you kissed me?"

She blushed a little, and answered "I forgot about it until I had my
tongue in your mouth - then I could kind of taste it. It really
surprised me, actually, but it wasn't a bad taste or anything, so I just
figured to hell with it."

I laughed, and said "Yeah, I did notice that last part", and getting
another small blush from her before I went on "It's okay, Amy. I think
every woman wonders what she tastes like after a guy does that to her."

"Do all women taste like that... me?"

I laughed, and answered "I can't speak for ALL women. From my limited
experience" - she snorted at that - "I have to say 'kind of'. You taste
different than Lucy, who tastes different than Robyn, who tastes
different than Sandra. Yet, in a way, all of you taste a little bit the
same - kind of like the basic chemistry is consistent, but each woman
adds her own unique character to it."

She put her hands on my sides, and started caressing me as she raised
her head to place a number of small, soft kisses on my face and neck and
shoulders. As she moved, I could feel her soft pubis brushing against my
semi-erect penis; that, with the feeling of her firm breasts pressing
against my chest started getting me hard again. When she felt it, she
stopped kissing me, and asked "You're going to make love to me now?"

"If you want me to." I answered.

She grinned, and said "I want."

I lowered my head as she raised hers, and we shared a gentle, but
passionate, kiss as I let myself slide down her body, until my erection
was laying against the outside of her mons. She raised her knees, and
locked her ankles behind my back so that her pelvis was tilted up. That
put her opening almost directly under the head of my penis; when our
kiss broke, I eased myself back a little more, so that the head slid
down to rest against her opening. I felt her tense slightly when she
felt me pressing slightly against her entrance, and immediately stopped.

I saw the faint trace of fear in her eyes, and told her "It's okay.
We're only going to make love IF you want to, and WHEN you want to."

She gave a nervous laugh, and said "I DO want to. It's just that all the
times before, the guy just pushed himself into me, and if it didn't
hurt, it was uncomfortable."

I smiled at her, and gave her a soft kiss on the forehead before telling
her "Amy, I'm not those guys. And you're not that girl, any more. I'm
not going to be making love TO you, and you're not going to be making
love TO me - we're going to be making love TOGETHER. Both of us, as
equal partners. I understand what your experience was before, so I'm
going to wait until you let me know that you're ready, okay?"

I could see the relief in her face, and a few moments later, felt her
gradually relax under me. A few seconds after that, when she realized
that I wasn't moving, that I was literally waiting for her to let me
know she was ready, I felt her arch her back a bit, pressing her vaginal
opening against me. I still didn't move, and she did it again, more
insistently, before telling me "Please. I'm ready. Make love with me."

With that, she reached down between us and took hold of my erection,
sliding it between her labia so that the head was coated with her
woman's oils, before holding me steady at her opening.

When she nodded to me, I pressed myself forward, firmly but gently.
After a few seconds, I saw her frown, and immediately stopped pressing
against her. She got a surprised look on her face, and asked me "What?
What happened?" "You looked like something was wrong - you frowned about
something, so I stopped."

She looked confused for a moment, then smiled, saying "Oh. I was just
thinking that you've been so patient and gentle with me, I wished it was
easier for you. I must have made a face then, because I was upset with
myself."

"Amy, there's nothing for you to be upset with yourself ABOUT. You've
told me what your first time was like, and what your boyfriend in
college was like. I know your sexual experiences haven't been very good.
I want to help you change that. I want to do what it takes to help you
learn to enjoy making love, and not just tolerate having sex. Don't
worry about me - I'm here because I WANT to be. Okay?"

She nodded, and told me "I keep forgetting just how MUCH of a dear you
are. Okay, no more bad flashbacks on what happened before. I'm here,
now, with you."

That said, she pressed herself against me again, letting me know she was
still ready. I pushed myself forward again, carefully, so that I was
pressed against her opening. We looked into each other's eyes as I was
doing that, and I could feel it as she let herself accept that I wasn't
going to just bull my way into her. After several seconds, she'd relaxed
enough that I could feel her entrance start to open up to me - and
shortly after that, we both felt the head of my erection slide past the
ring of her opening.

Again, I stopped, waiting to see if she was experiencing any pain, or
other discomfort. She let me know she wasn't by reaching down to put her
hands on my ass, trying to pull me into her. From what she'd said, I
knew that she was all too used to having a man try to bury himself in as
few strokes as he could manage; from how tight she was, I didn't think
that she'd been sexually active for quite some time. So I took my time -
pausing whenever she looked hesitant or apprehensive, and making sure to
withdraw from her a little ways every so often, to be certain that her
oils were well-distributed along my length. It took a couple of minutes
before we felt our pelvises touch - when they did, she got a mildly
surprised look on her face, and looked up at me to exclaim "It didn't
hurt! It wasn't even uncomfortable!"

Saddened by hearing her talk that way, I lowered my head to give her a
kiss that she eagerly returned.

Underneath me, I could feel her moving slightly as she experimented with
this new, obviously pleasant, sensation. I waited calmly, knowing that
the more comfortable she got with it now, the more enjoyable she'd find
it later. After a couple of minutes, she stopped moving to hug me again,
and tell me "I didn't know it could feel like this - it feels good to
have you inside me!"

With that acceptance from her, I figured it was okay to finally show her
what making love was all about.

I watched the expression on her face change when I slid myself out of
her about half way; only to see her eyes widen when I filled her up
again.

Back out, until only the head of my penis was in her, then back in
again, until our pubic hair merged. The smile on her face as she felt me
moving inside her was a sight to behold - there wasn't a doubt in my
mind that after tonight, she'd remember this sexual experience much more
often than those she'd had before.

After a few more of the slow strokes in and out of her, I could see that
she was ready - even eager - for things to move along; still, I took my
time about speeding up, so that she'd have ample time to let me know if
anything was wrong.

It wasn't.

In only a couple of minutes, I'd escalated into a steady pistoning in
and out of Amy's tight, wet womanhood; from the way she hunched herself
up at me on the inward strokes, I knew that she found it as pleasurable
as I did - if not more so. She even lifted her head a couple of times to
look down between us, where she could see my glistening erection sliding
in and out of her; once, while she was watching, I heard her mutter "Oh,
god! I can see it, and feel it, at the same time!" before letting her
head drop back to the pillow.

I was amazed when, after only a few minutes, she seemed to have a small
orgasm, her vagina clamping down on me as I continued to slide in and
out of her. It seemed to pass after only a few seconds, but when she
opened her eyes, I could see that they were slightly glazed, and that
she had a slightly distant look on her face. It passed quickly enough,
and I lowered my head to suck on her breasts and nipples. I started to
feel a little strain on my back, and moved to relieve it by sitting back
on my heels; I didn't even have to reach for her to pull her closer -
she stayed right with me, making sure that I was inside her the whole
time. Once in a more comfortable position, one that didn't require me to
support my body with my arms, my hands were free to begin caressing her
body. Once, when I had caressed her face, she turned her head and
wrapped her lips around one of my fingers, sucking on it for a bit as
she stared into my eyes - an exceptionally erotic moment.

I also used my hands to squeeze and play with her breasts and nipples,
something that she seemed to enjoy tremendously, holding my hands in
place when I did it. When I reached down to softly rub her exposed
clitoris, she had another one of her mini-orgasms, this one a little
stronger that the first. I was fascinated by how her entire body would
tense up - including her inner muscles - then relax with a slight
shudder as each wave of it ran through her.

When she'd recovered from that one, she held her hands out to me, asking
me to pull her up. I did, and we hugged each other as she started moving
herself on me, hunching her hips back and forth to move herself around
me as I held still. I could feel her nipples getting even harder where
they pressed into my chest, even as I could feel her getting wetter and
hotter where she was wrapped around my penis. Gradually, she moved
faster and faster, impaling herself on me harder and harder until she
was almost slamming herself onto me. But her efforts tired her out, too,
and she finally let herself move away from me a bit, her eyes telling me
that she wanted to lay down again - she was panting hard enough that she
couldn't speak.

I let her arms slide through my hands to lower her onto her back again;
then moved to hold myself over her as I went back to thrusting myself
into her. She looked into my eyes gratefully, and ran her hands along my
sides and back before closing her eyes to concentrate on the sensations
I was generating in her.

Her actions seemed to have moved her well along, so as I continued
pistoning in her, her moans of pleasure and arousal increased with my
efforts. After a few minutes, she let her pelvis drop a bit, so that I
was sliding in and out of her at a different angle - one that gently
tightened the flesh at the top of her opening, applying a slight
pressure to her erect clitoris each time I entered her again. With that
added stimulation, she moved even more quickly toward her release as she
kissed and bit at my chest while she raked her nails across my back.

After a few more minutes, I could feel her getting even tighter around
me, and knew that she was getting close; I simply kept up the rhythm I'd
gotten into, knowing that if it got her that far, it would take her the
rest of the way, too. And it did.

I didn't think anything of it when she put her arms around me and pulled
me down to where she could kiss me, then my chest and shoulders. I
learned better when she suddenly buried her face in my shoulder and all
but screamed her release as her vagina clamped down on me, and she dug
her nails into my back. As tight as she'd been before, it was only
because of her ample wetness that I'd been able to move in her; but when
her inner muscles tightened on me that way, there simply wasn't anything
I could do, no matter HOW wet and slippery she was.

That wasn't necessarily a bad thing, though - all along my length, I
could feel the rings of her vaginal muscles spasming, tightening down on
me in waves of pressure-and-release from the base of my penis to the
head. If she hadn't already used her mouth to bring me off, it would
have been more than enough to do it then.

After the first couple of waves of her orgasm passed, I felt her
fingernails leave my back before she fell back on the bed, gasping and
shuddering as the rest of her orgasm washed through her. Whatever had
happened to her before, I knew that this young lady was a sexual being,
and that we'd released the passion she'd kept locked away for so long.

As her gasps quieted and her shudders slowed, I lowered my self to cover
her body with mine, and began softly kissing her face and shoulders.
With those new sensations, and a different reference point for her body,
it didn't take her much longer to get her wits about her. When she
finally opened her eyes, and saw me looking down at her with a smile on
my face, she hugged me fiercely before rapidly placing small kisses all
over my face and lips and anyplace else she could reach. Only after I'd
spoken her name several times did she relent, and let herself fall back
to the bed again, looking up at me with something akin to worship on her
face.

But before I could say anything, she suddenly started to cry, and hugged
me again - not so hard this time. I spoke softly to her, offering words
of reassurance and comfort until she released me again. When she'd wiped
her eyes, I looked at her in concern, and asked "What is it? What's the
matter?"

"There's nothing the matter, you big dummy! I'm happy, dammit!"

"You're happy, so you're crying?" I asked, relieved.

"Yes, I'm crying because I'm so happy! I'm happy because you made me
feel so good, and because you've been so nice and kind and gentle and
patient with me, and most of all because you've shown me what it's like
to make love."

I managed to kiss her again before she gently pushed me away, saying
"Don't. I must look like a mess; I always do when I cry."

I smiled at her lovingly, and said "You look fine. There's nothing wrong
with an honest emotion, honestly expressed. But if it would make you
feel better, I'll get you a towel or something from the bathroom."

She smiled back, and nodded - then got a dumbstruck look on her face
when she felt me sliding out of her. She looked down, and saw that my
penis was still hard, and glistening with her juices; she looked back up
at me and asked "You're still hard? You didn't...?"

I grinned, and said "Yes, I'm still hard, and no, I didn't. What you did
before made it easier for me to last longer this time, just like you
wanted. If you hadn't done that, believe me, I WOULDN'T be hard, and I
WOULD have climaxed." She looked like she wasn't quite sure whether to
believe that, or not; when I turned to go into the bathroom, I heard a
small gasp from her. When I came out again with a hand towel for her,
she saw my erection swaying in front of me, and watched it the whole
time I was walking back to the bed. Only when I tried to hand her the
towel did she look up - and blush furiously. Believe me, on a redhead,
that's something to see.

"I was, uh, just, um..."

"Amy, it's okay."

She blushed again, then exclaimed "Oh! I almost forgot! Your back!"

"What about my back?" I asked.

Another blush, and she hesitantly said "Uh, this last time, I guess I
got a little, um, enthusiastic. I kinda hurt you, I think."

"What?"

"I kinda left some scratches, and even broke the skin; you've got a few
spots where you're bleeding a little."

"Oh, well."

"'oh, well'? You're not going to do something about it? You're not mad
or anything?"

"Been hurt worse, for a lot worse reasons."

She gave me a dirty look, and said "Come here. Let me at least wipe it
off for you."

"Only if you'll sit on my lap when you do it."

She hesitated a moment, then grinned and said "Deal!" before going into
the bathroom to get a damp washcloth.

I sat down, and she moved over to sit on my lap sideways. I stopped her,
and shook my head, telling her "Uh-uh. Not like that."

She looked confused for a moment, then brightened up - facing me, she
moved to put her legs on each side of mine before lowering herself. I
put my hands on her hips, and she let me guide her over my erection;
once in position, she easily lowered herself onto it until she was
firmly planted in my lap, my hardness again filling her.

She had a distracted smile on her face for a little bit before she
remembered why she was there, and reached around me to use the washcloth
to wipe off my back. When she put her arms around me, I put mine around
her, and started caressing her back before letting my hands wander down
to cup her asscheeks, gently kneading them before moving on to caress
her hips and run my hands up her sides. Every time she moved the
washcloth, she would move on my lap, changing the way my penis felt
inside her - several times, she repeated a motion when it felt good to
her. While she was doing that, I continued to stroke whatever parts of
her body I could reach, though my favorite was the firm, smooth mounds
of her ass.

When she pulled the washcloth back around, I could see that it was
visibly pink; but not too much so. Reluctantly, she started to raise
herself off of me; I stopped her and asked "Think you could hit the
bathroom floor from here? If you can, we'll get it later. Unless, of
course, you want to get up..."

She shook her head, and with a grin, turned to throw the damp cloth
toward the bathroom - her breasts jiggled very fetchingly when she did -
and managed to hit the floor, but just barely. Giggling, she turned back
to me, and asked "Now, where was I again?"

I grinned back at her, and said "I'm not sure about you, but I believe
that I was right... about... HERE!" before lowering my head to take one
of her nipples in my mouth, and start sucking on it. I heard her give a
deep-throated moan of pleasure before she started slowly raising and
lowering herself slightly on my lap, sliding herself up and down on my
hardness.

Cupping her breasts in my hands, I squeezed them gently as I went from
one nipple to the other, licking and sucking on them, making them stand
out more and more from the small, dark pink spots of her areolas.

After several minutes of this, she slowed, then stopped, telling me "As
nice as this is - and it IS nice! - I'm starting to cramp a little in my
leg. Is there anything else like this we can do?"

I released her nipple from my mouth - watching as it crinkled slightly
in the relatively cool air of the room - and told her "If we move onto
the bed more, you can stay on top, and just have a little more room to
move around if you want."

She grinned, and said "I want."

With a little pleasant trial-and-error, we figured out how to get both
of us moved more onto the bed without having to separate from each
other.

When I was flat on my back, she managed to pull her legs underneath
herself, so that she was squatting over me. Leaning forward, she put her
hands on my chest to steady herself. Looking into my eye, she raised
herself up until the head of my penis was just barely inside her. Then
lowered herself again ever so slowly, the satisfied smile on her face
telling me that she was savoring the sensation of my hardness filling
her womanhood. When she was resting firmly on my pelvis again, she
paused, and I reached up to cup her breasts for a bit before softly
squeezing them, and pulling gently on her nipples. She pushed her chest
into my hands in encouragement, and I continued playing with her mounds
as she moved herself around slightly on me, discovering how it felt when
I pressed against her from different directions.

I was running my thumbs over her nipples when she raised herself over me
again, letting nearly three quarters of my manhood escape her warm, wet
clutches before lowering herself back down. A few moments later, she did
it again, then again. Before long, she'd gotten into a slow, steady
rhythm of impaling herself on me time after time.

The slowness of what she was doing didn't last long, though. Over the
next few minutes, the tempo increases gradually as her excitement and
arousal took control of her.

Finally, the effort got to her again, and her motions began to slow
down. I looked up at her and asked "If you'd like to try something a
little different?"

She grinned, and nodded her head before letting herself come to rest on
me. I told her "If you'll get on your hands and knees, I'll get behind
you, and..." She expressed her understanding, and with a faint groan of
disappointment, raised herself up until I came free of her, then moved
her leg over so that she was on her knees next to me, waiting. I sat up,
then got to my knees, the two of us shared a deep kiss before she turned
around and lowered herself to her hands. I moved behind her, then
forward so that my erection was resting against her butt. She looked
over her shoulder at me, in complete trust, and lowered her shoulders a
bit, so that her wet opening was more available to me. With one hand on
her hip, I used the other to angle myself down slightly, so that the
head of my penis was wedged between her labia. When she felt that I was
in position, she pressed back toward me, sliding herself onto me a
little ways. I put my hand on her other hip, and we each gently pushed
ourselves toward the other - and both of us felt the delightful
sensation of my manhood sliding into her, until I was completely buried
in her in a single stroke.

I leaned forward a bit, and reached down to cup her dangling breasts,
softly squeezing them before pulling on her nipples slightly. She gave
an appreciative moan when I did that, and moved one of her hands to
cover mine, squeezing it.

Still holding onto her breasts, I eased myself back a bit, and felt my
penis sliding out of her - accompanied by a disappointed groan from Amy.
I stopped when I felt the ring of muscle at her entrance around me, just
behind the head, and waited a few moments before pressing myself back
into her as Amy moaned her pleasure.

Over the next minute or so, I slowly speeded up my actions - but when I
found that holding onto Amy's breasts made it awkward, I let them go to
put my hands back on her hips so that I could more easily move in her.

Again, it didn't take me long to get into a rhythm of pistoning in and
out of her; and by this time, the feeling of her tight, wet sheath
sliding up and down my erection was feeling pretty damn good. She seemed
to be enjoying what I was doing, too - over the liquid sounds of our
union, I could hear her panting her pleasure, and softly moaning her
arousal.

Leaning back a bit, I changed the angle that I was entering her at -
increasing the noises she was making, and letting me see how her tight
opening tried to stay with me when I pulled out, only to disappear when
I pushed back in. My manhood was shiny with her juices, and I could
smell the distinct odor of them in the air. With all of these things
helping me along, it didn't take long before I felt the tingle in my
balls that signaled my release wasn't far off.

Determined to get Amy off one more time, I straightened up and started
moving a little more quickly in her, and a little more forcefully. From
the way her insides clasped at me, I knew that she was enjoying it. I
could also tell that she was getting close from the way she groaned
almost continuously; I was glad to hear it because I knew that I wasn't
far off, myself.

Finally, I felt my balls tighten up, and knew what was next - I took a
couple of long, slow strokes in her, then buried myself in her as far as
I could as the first spurt of my semen erupted. That must have been all
she needed, because as I felt the next load start it's journey, she
clamped down on me as she threw her head back in a (thankfully) silent
scream of release. Again, the sensations of her vagina as she orgasmed
were phenomenal - and this time, I was free to enjoy every last one of
them as I pulsed load after load of sperm into her hot, wet insides.

The fluttering of her vagina kept me hard, and the incredible tightness
of her as she orgasmed would have kept me from withdrawing, even if I'd
wanted to. Instead, I leaned over her again, my hands next to hers,
covering her body with mine as her climax gradually tapered off. When
enough of it had passed, she started to shakily lower herself to the
bed; I put an arm around her and helped ease both of us down, so that I
stayed close to - and inside of - her. When she was finally on her
stomach, I eased my legs to the outsides of hers, so that I was crouched
over her.

After a bit, she managed to turn her head enough that we could share a
kiss before she told me "Clara Hawkes was right - you are something. I
don't think she meant it quite this way, though!", with a giggle. I
laughed, and told her "You seem to have done pretty well yourself,
there, Agent Jones."

She kissed me again, and answered "It wouldn't have been possible
without you."

We lay there like that for another couple of minutes before my penis
finally softened enough to pull free of her. When it did, she got a
surprised look on her face, and said "THAT part I'd forgotten about -
the getting sticky and feeling, um, drafty, when it's over."

I nuzzled her ear, and said "If you'd like, I'd be happy to share a
shower with you - that would pretty much solve both problems, I think."

She all but purred as she told me "I'd love it."

It was a considerably changed Amy Jones that walked next to me as we
headed in to share a steamy, playful shower. About halfway through it, I
was industriously lathering up her breasts as she did the same for my
penis when she gave a sudden start before looking in my eyes to tell me
"I just realized: this is the first time in my LIFE that I've done
anything like this - and I'm actually enjoying it!"

"Done anything like what?" I asked.

"Taken a shower with a guy. Been naked with him with the lights on. Just
STOOD there while he played with my tits. Not just had my hand on his
penis, but actually played with it. Laughed and joked and had FUN with
him afterwards."

"Amy, that's what love is all about."

She suddenly got serious, and looked into my eyes as she asked "Do you
love me, then?"

I kept her gaze, and answered "Of course I do, Amy. I'm not going to
dump Lucy for you and run off to Mexico or anything, but yes, I love
you."

She shook her head, and answered "No, I didn't expect anything like
that, and I wouldn't want it, anyway. I just wanted to know that
somebody loved me, was all."

This time, it was MY turn to look into HER eyes as I told her "Amy, I'm
not the only one. Lucy loves you, for who you are, and for what you do.
Robyn loves you for the same reasons, as does Sandra. I'm sure that
there are plenty of other people that love you, too - and if you'll look
around you, you'll know who they are."

She nodded solemnly, then after a moment, got a grin on her face and
said "Want to go see what Lucy and the girls have been up to?"

I grinned back at her, and told her it sounded like a great idea. We
rinsed each other off - groping each other in the process - and turned
off the shower. Once we'd dried each other off, we headed for the door
between the rooms. Amy was right beside me, not a stitch on, and not the
slightest bit concerned about it.

I quietly opened the door, and we looked in to see Lucy and the girls
tangled up on the bed. When we got close enough, we could see that all
three of their faces were shiny with each other's juices. I felt Amy
give a little shiver next to me, and whispered "What is it?"

She whispered back "They all look so lovely and happy like that,
together. I wish I could be there with them."

She got a surprised look on her face when I told her "Then go ahead. I
promise, every one of them would be delighted to have you there."

She looked at me with concern on her face, and quietly told me "What if
I made a mistake? What if I was too nervous? I've never really done
anything like that - except for Virgie!"

I smiled at her, and pointed out "You'd never done anything like what WE
just did, either - but once you got started, it turned out okay, I
think."

She gave me a playful pinch, and said "It turned out better than just
'okay' - it was great!" with a grin.

About that time, Lucy opened her eyes, startled when she saw us standing
there. Her little jump woke up Robyn and Sandra; the three of them
looked at us sheepishly before untangling themselves.

In a passable Ricky Ricardo imitation, I said "Lucy, you got some
'splainin' to do!" - and all of them, Amy included, started laughing.
And kept laughing until tears ran down their cheeks.

When the laughter died down, Amy surprised all three of them by leaning
over to give each of them a kiss - and not just a dainty one on the
cheek, either. All three of them found out that this girl could KISS,
when she wanted to. When she stood up again, all three of them were
staring at her, dumbfounded. It was Lucy who finally asked "Okay, I'll
play - what the hell happened to YOU? I'm not complaining, mind you, but
you are most definitely NOT the same Amy Jones that we left alone with
him."

Amy blushed, and told her "What happened to me was HIM."

Lucy looked at me, and asked "What the hell did you do to her? Or with
her? Or whatever?"

Amy just laughed, and said "What he did was show me what REAL love is,
and what patience and understanding and caring are. What he did was show
me what tolerance and acceptance are. What he did was show me that it's
okay to be ME, and that people love me."

Lucy looked at me again, before turning back to Amy to ask "And just how
did he accomplish all of this?"

"He made love TO me, and WITH me. I'd never had an orgasm with a man
before; and even the ones I gave myself were small. But HE gave me three
INCREDIBLE ones. Any one of them would have been more than everything
else I've experienced, all put together, but he gave me THREE of them.
And while he was doing it, he was so kind and gentle and patient and
forgiving. Now I know why all of you love him so very much."

"So you were with him long enough to accomplish all that, and have three
orgasms, too?" Lucy asked.

Nervously, Amy answered "Yes."

"Good!"

Surprised, Amy asked "You're not upset? That we made love like that, and
that he did all that for me?"

Lucy just laughed, and said "Amy, I'm the one that left you with him,
remember? I know what kind of man he is, and I could see that you were
kind of messed up about love and sex and all that. I knew that if I left
you alone with him, there was a damned good chance that he'd do just
exactly what he did - with my whole-hearted agreement, mind you. So no,
I'm not upset; I'm glad that he was able to help you that way - not just
about getting your head on straight, but having real orgasms with a real
guy. And from the way you just kissed me - and the girls, too, if their
expressions were any indication - you relaxed about more than just
making love with a man."

Amy blushed, and said "Yeah, I did."

"I'm going to take a wild guess here, but I think maybe you even relaxed
enough to want to spend some time with us, too?"

Amy looked at me, and I nodded to her; she turned back and said "Yes, I
would."

Lucy just smiled at her, as did Robyn and Sandra, before they pushed the
bedcovers down, and opened their arms to her. I could see the tears in
her eyes as she made her way to the bed, and into their welcoming arms.

They shared a group hug before starting to kiss each other - REAL kisses
of love and affection - before Amy hesitantly reached up to put her hand
on Lucy's breast. When she felt Lucy lean forward a bit to make firmer
contact, she smiled; when Robyn and Sandra reached out, each caressing
one of her firm mounds, Amy's face got positively radiant.

I stood there, happy to see all of THEM happy, for several minutes as
they quickly got familiar with each other, in more ways than one.
Finally, they settled down enough that Lucy, then Amy, remembered that
they'd left me standing there. Even after Lucy and Amy stopped, it still
took a few seconds before Robyn and Sandra followed their example.

I told Lucy "We've still got a bunch of FBI agents hanging around us, so
don't kill her, okay? It wouldn't look good. And remember that she still
has to be able to get out of here under her own power so she can get
some rest tomorrow; she's got work to do tomorrow night, right?"

Lucy grinned at me, and said "Yes, Boss. No killing FBI people, check.
Has to leave under her own power, check. Has to get some rest tomorrow,
check. Are ravishing and debauchery allowed?"

I grinned back, and said "As long as you don't break the rules, yes. But
I'll warn you: she's a fast learner, so you may have your hands full."

Lucy looked down to where she had one of Amy's breasts in her hand, and
reported "Yes, one of them already is!" - and all four of them started
giggling.

Finally, Amy looked up at me, and asked "What about you?"

"I think I'm going to have some things to do tomorrow, so I'd better get
some sleep. Besides, they left us alone, so I'll leave you alone. You
ladies have fun."

Sandra spoke up, saying "Uh, Dan?"

"What is it, Stinker?"

"Um, I think I'd be more comfortable with you, instead of here. Can I
stay with you tonight?"

When she heard that, Amy got a surprised, slightly pained look on her
face. When Lucy saw it, she explained "It's not you, Amy. Sandra started
her period yesterday, and she just doesn't want her problem to get in
the way of your fun. Our fun."

Relieved, Amy looked at Sandra, and told her "Sandra, all four of us
have periods, right? I promise, it won't bother me; but if it makes you
feel better, and you really want to, then I won't mind if you want to
stay with Dan tonight."

Sandra thought it over for a bit, then looked at me and said "Uh, is it
okay if I come over there later?"

I laughed, and told her "Sure, Sandra. Any time you want will be fine."

Relieved, Sandra looked at Amy as she said "In that case, I think I'd
like to stay here for a little while."

That settled, I wished them all a good night - "I think it will be!",
Lucy told me, laughing - and I headed back into Lucy's room, closing the
door behind me. Once there, I got myself a beer out of the mini-bar, and
laid back to watch a movie while I drank it - it still wasn't very late
at night.

An hour or so later, Sandra came wobbling into the room, obviously worn
out - and, just as obviously, happy as she could be. She came over to
kiss me, and I caught the distinct smells of the other three, with a
predominance of Amy. I grinned at her and asked "I'll take it that all
of you have been having fun?"

She just giggled, and said "Yeah. Lots of it. That Amy is a GOOD
kisser!"

I gave her a pat on the fanny, and said "That she is. Why don't you grab
a quick shower, and when you get out, we'll lay here and snuggle for a
while."

She nodded her agreement, and pulled my hand over so she could have a
sip of my beer before she headed for the bathroom.

A few minutes later, she came out and crawled into bed with me, tucking
herself into my side and pulling my arm around her. We lay there like
that until the movie finished; as the credits were scrolling, I looked
down to see that she'd fallen asleep. Carefully, so as not to disturb
her, I called down to leave a wakeup call at the front desk. I also
spoke to Agent Gallery, to let him know that Amy would be staying with
us for a while - possibly until morning. I heard the smile in his voice
as he told me "Good. She's a damn fine agent, but she doesn't have
enough friends. She needs to unwind a little." I knew that HE knew
something was happening - and cared only that she was being properly
treated, and taken care of.

"You sound like an understanding man, Agent Gallery."

"Please, call me Tom. Maybe I am, I don't know. I just know that we're a
tight bunch of people. We have to be, of course. While the rest of us
talk about our home lives with each other, it seems like Amy never talks
about the people she knows AWAY from work. She's a damn good looking
woman, but we never see HER come in looking like the rest of us do when
WE'VE gotten plenty of 'bed rest', as we call it. She's due for it. She
deserves it."

"You're certainly a thoughtful man, Tom. Well, we won't be going out
tonight, so you can make your arrangements accordingly. I seriously
doubt that any of us will be awake before, oh, eight o'clock, at the
earliest."

"Thanks. Take good care of her, Dan."

"We will, Tom. Good night."

That done, I hung up the phone, and rolled onto my side so I could hold
Sandra close to me as I fell asleep.

I woke up the next morning before my wakeup call; I went ahead and
called down to let them know they could cancel it. Sandra looked like
she was pretty well out of it, so I went ahead and got some coffee
started before heading into the bathroom.

Clean and shaven, I saw that the coffeemaker was done, and poured myself
a cup - Sandra was still well and truly out of it.

When I'd finished my coffee, I called down to the front desk, and was
quickly put in touch with the duty agent - Agent Hendricks. I told him
that everyone else was sleeping in, but that I'd be down for some
breakfast in about ten minutes, if that was okay. He assured me that the
café in the hotel was quite slow, and that they'd be waiting for me. He
also told me that I had a message from Jules Francone - Agent Gallery
had had the front desk hold the call so that we wouldn't be disturbed so
soon after the 'incident', as he put it. I thanked him, and hung up
before pouring myself a second cup of coffee.

As I was going through the second cup, I got dressed; when I saw Amy's
purse with her weapon in it, I decided that I should probably take it to
the other room, where she could see that it was safe. I carefully opened
the door, and saw the three of them snuggling together on the bed; Amy
was wrapped up by Lucy and Robyn. All three had happy, satiated smiles
on their faces, so I knew they'd had a good time. I put Amy's purse on a
dresser, well away from anything else, so that she could see it from the
bed. I couldn't help stopping by the bed to give all three of them a
kiss, not at all surprised that each of them smelled strongly of the
other two. Again, I couldn't resist the temptation to grab my digital
camera and take a few photos, a mix of close-ups of each of them, and a
few of them as a group.

That done, I went back into Lucy's room, closing the door behind me, and
put on my holstered pistol before heading for the door. I quietly undid
all the locks, then opened it a crack to peer into the hallway. There
were two different agents out there; again, one at each end of the
hallway. Both nodded in greeting, and I went on out, making sure the
door was locked behind me. Down in the lobby, I saw that Agent Hendricks
wasn't in any mood to fool around - there were a couple of people in
suits that all but screamed "FBI". I stopped by the desk and picked up
the message they had for me before heading for the café. I was only a
couple of feet from the desk when a man walked toward me - Agent
Hendricks, I expected.

He introduced himself, and thanked me for letting them know what my
plans were. I assured him it was okay, and inquired about the men in
suits who were making no pretense of not watching out for me. He told me
"I know that you don't think anyone from the Francone family will be
bothering you, but it seemed prudent to make sure that anyone else out
there knows we're here, too." I thanked him, and asked if I could buy
him a cup of coffee. He hesitated, and I told him "I expect that I'm
going to be paying some people a visit- probably today, but maybe
tomorrow. I'd like to work with you on the logistics of it." When he
heard that, he agreed, and the two of us continued to the café. After we
got some coffee, I ordered, and we talked over what I thought was going
to happen while I waited for my meal.

When I'd finished breakfast, Agent Hendricks and I shook hands before I
headed back for the room. Once there, I went into the room that the
girls hadn't used in a couple of days, and made my call to Jules. He
answered quickly, and let me know that he'd made arrangements for 'the
interested party' and I to meet sometime that day.

I asked when would be a good time, and he told me "Pretty much any time
- just make it at least a couple hours from now so they can make
arrangements, okay?"

"How about one o'clock, then?" I asked.

"Beautiful. You know you're going into the lions den, don't you?"

I gave a small laugh, and said "Yeah - same old tune."

He laughed then, too, and said "I guess it's nothing new to you, is it?"

"Not really."

"Well, I'll be there, too, kind of as a go-between. I know my uncle, and
I know you - maybe we can settle this before it goes too far."

"I hope so, Guido. Stuff like this doesn't do anybody any good."

"I hear that. Okay, I'll see you later, okay?"

"See you then."

That conversation over, I called down to speak with Agent Hendricks.
When I told him what Jules and I had set up, he said "His uncle, huh?
Must be Benito Francone, a.k.a. Benny. He and Jules' daddy were in
business when Jules' dad kinda got blown up. Benny had the entire
operation then, and we heard that he personally took care of the people
that killed his brother. No bodies were ever found; it was like they
dropped off the face of the earth. He's a mean old bird, and hard as
they come. Watch yourself."

"Oh, I will. He's not the first hard-ass I've had to deal with."

Hendricks laughed, and said "Yeah, I guess not. I'll bet he's gonna be
some surprised at you, though!"

I verified the arrangements I'd made with him over breakfast before
ending the conversation.

With a few hours to fill before my meeting, I went back into 'my' room
to collect my new laptop. Once in there, I saw that Amy was mostly
awake.

When she saw me, she woke up completely, and gave me a radiant smile of
greeting before gesturing that she wanted me to come over to the bed. I
sat on the edge, careful not to wake up Lucy or Robyn, and Amy reached
out to take my hand. Holding it to her mouth, she softly kissed my palm
before holding it to her face as she whispered "Thank you. Last night
was the best time I've had in my life. I never felt so loved, so
accepted, by anyone, not even my own family."

I smiled at her, and took her hand in mine in return, telling her "It
was my pleasure - OUR pleasure. Know that we love you, and when you get
the chance, pass it along."

She nodded solemnly, and I leaned over to give her a kiss - and getting
a taste of Lucy and Robyn in the process. I smacked my lips in
appreciation, and she blushed slightly when I told her "Hmmmm. Robyn,
with a little Lucy tossed in for variety..."

I grinned when I saw the blush, and told her "I'll be in the other room,
working a little bit. You're welcome to stay as long as you want - just
remember, if you leave before they all get to give you a proper goodbye,
you'll be in some serious trouble."

She grinned back at me, and said "I wouldn't dream of it - I owe them,
and you, too much."

"Amy, you owe us nothing. We did it because we love you. No more, no
less."

She gave my palm another soft kiss, then released it so I could stand up
and collect my things before heading back into the girls room.

Back in the other room, I got the laptop fired up, and spent a little
time getting the software I used loaded on it. That done, there was a
little fine-tuning the settings, and I logged into my internet provider
to check my email. I was pleasantly surprised to find that nearly all of
my customers had replied to the messages I'd sent them, saying they
appreciated the warning, and wishing me well. When I saw that, I
silently laughed to myself, thinking "If they only KNEW how well it
turned out!".

The couple of people that had problems or questions were easily dealt
with, so it wasn't long before I was done. Email out of the way, I
started working on the project that I'd set aside to come help Lucy; I'd
copied the necessary files to a few diskettes, so was able to pretty
much pick up where I'd left off. When I checked the time again, I still
had an hour and a half before my meeting; I saved my work, and went in
to see what the others were up to.

I opened the door to 'my' room, and saw that it was empty. Continuing
on, I found them all on the bed in Lucy's room, snuggling as they
watched cartoons on TV, of all things. All four of them clambered off
the bed to come over to hug and kiss me when they saw me. Amy and Lucy
were particularly enthusiastic in their greetings, making sure that I
knew I'd been kissed. Almost had my socks rolling up and down...

Sandra told me that she'd woken up and went looking for me; when she got
to my room, she saw the three of them in bed, and decided to join them
for a little bit while she and Amy talked quietly so as not to wake Lucy
or Robyn. Lucy was the next to wake up, and finally Robyn. With all of
them awake, they decided that they smelled like a used brothel, and went
in to take a group shower that turned into a grope session. Dried off,
Amy told them that I was working in the other room, and they'd decided
to leave me alone, figuring that I'd been busy enough with all of them
the last few days. Instead, they'd gone to Lucy's room to watch TV, so
they'd be sure and not disturb me. The idea of cartoons had actually
been Amy's - it sounded like fun, and they'd all agreed.

I told them that I'd be going out early that afternoon, but that I'd be
back in a couple of hours, tops. They all looked apprehensive, but I
told them that it was just a meeting, and that there wasn't anything to
worry about. Lucy and Amy looked dubious, but didn't say anything; Robyn
and Sandra accepted it without any noticeable problem.

They invited me to join them, and when I agreed, Lucy and Amy got into a
friendly argument about who sat on my lap - Amy wanted Lucy to do it,
and Lucy wanted Amy to be the one. Amy finally gave in when Robyn and
Sandra chimed in, telling her that she was the guest so she'd better do
it, or they'd positively ravish her. In mock fear, Amy made her way over
to me, and let me hold her as Lucy snuggled into my side, with Robyn,
then Sandra on the other.

When I figured it was time, I hugged Amy and told them that I had to go
- Amy got off my lap, and she and Lucy stood up to let me get off the
bed. Both kissed me again - Lucy looking on in amusement when Amy saw
her watching and hesitated a moment - and told me to hurry back. I
assured them I would, and headed out the door.

In the lobby, Agent Hendricks was waiting for me, along with the two
suits I'd seen earlier. He asked me if I was sure I wanted to do it this
way, and I told him I was. With a sigh, he gestured to the other two
agents, and the four of us headed for the parking lot. There, we got
into an issue FBI car, and left, another car of agents right behind us.

After a while, we pulled up to the gates of a small estate - probably
the size of a half-dozen 'normal' house lots, with a guy standing there.
I handed my holstered pistol to Agent Hendricks, and told him "Try not
to lose this, okay? I kinda like it."

He laughed, and said "It'll be here when you get out."

I got out of the car, and it and the one full of agents pulled out of
the driveway to park across the street from the gate. The guy standing
there watched all this carefully. When I walked up to him, I told him
"My name is Dan Andrews. I believe I'm expected."

He looked me over, and nodded before opening a small personnel gate to
the side of the big heavy one across the driveway. I went in, and was
immediately met by a couple of largish guys in suits who told me "Sorry,
sir, but we gotta check to make sure you're not wired, or carrying."

"That's fine. I left the hardware with the FBI boys out front; I don't
think I want a wire any more than you do - but go ahead."

Both of them nodded, and politely - but thoroughly - frisked me, and
checked to make sure I wasn't wearing a listening device. Both gave me a
look when they realized I was wearing a vest, but didn't say anything.

One of them escorted me to the front door of the house - easily a dozen
rooms - which opened as we got close. Another man in a suit came out,
and the one with me told him "He's clean. Got a vest, though." The one
who came out nodded, and led me into the house, and on into a large
room. Inside, there was a sizeable conference table. At one end sat an
elderly man, with a couple of younger men seated to each side of him.
Behind him stood a couple of heavy-set fellows, with a couple more
standing off to each side of the room.

When I went in, the elderly man stood up, and introduced himself "I take
it you're Dan Andrews. My name is Benito Falcone. My nephew, Jules,
tells me that it might be worthwhile for us to have a little talk."

"Glad to meet you, Mr. Falcone. I'm hoping that we can sit down and talk
out this problem that we seem to have, before anybody gets hurt."

About that time, the guy that met me at the door walked over to him and
whispered something into his ear, then left.

Francone looked at me a moment, then said "I understand you were brought
here by some FBI people. That was not a friendly thing to do, I think."

"The FBI people were assigned to me by their office. It seemed better to
have them with me, out in the open, than have them scurrying around
where nobody could see them. You know they're there. They know I'm in
here. It helps prevent any problems or misunderstandings."

He gave a small laugh, and said "And makes it easier for you to leave
here. Okay, I'm not playing with a dummy. But we've still got a problem.
I understand that you found some information that you gave to the FBI
about some associates of mine. This information is going to cause them
some problems. When it causes them problems, it causes ME problems, and
I don't LIKE problems. I think the easiest thing would be for me to get
rid of the cause of all these problems."

"That wouldn't do you any good, Mister Falcone. All the information I
have is already in the hands of the FBI. Even if something was to happen
to me, it wouldn't hurt their case even a little bit."

"Perhaps. But if something was to happen to you, it might let other
people know that it isn't a good idea to make me unhappy."

"I think that there are people who would tell you that it isn't a good
idea to make ME unhappy, either, Mister Falcone."

"You're talking about Vinnie? Yeah, I suppose he would - but then again,
he's not going to be happy with you when he can move around again."

"As long as he's unhappy someplace else, I'm not going to concern myself
about it. I just want to see an end to OUR problem."

He looked at me for a long moment, then said "You want an end to our
problem, but you're not giving me anything to work with, here. What's to
keep me from having some people pay you a little visit, and maybe deal
with you that way?"

"Because if you did, those people might not find it so easy to visit
anyone else after that - THEY might be the ones that get dealt with."

He got an outraged look on his face, and exclaimed "What? You're talking
to me like that? What do you think, you're some kind of tough guy?!"

I just stood there, and shrugged my shoulders.

Behind me, I heard Jules tell him "Uncle Benny, he doesn't think he's a
tough guy. He's what tough guys WANT to be."

Falcone calmed himself a bit at that, and watched as Jules and I shook
hands before he pulled me into a hug, and said "It's good to see you
again, Boomer. Even like this."

"Nice to see you learned how to stay out of trouble in helicopters,
Guido."

He hugged me again, and turned to Falcone to say "Uncle Benny, this man,
he doesn't scare. Not because he's stupid, but because he's a lot
tougher and a lot smarter than most people give him credit for. You
remember I told you about how I got shot down in... that place?"

Falcone nodded, and Jules went on to tell him "This man here, and some
others, are the ones that pulled me out before I really got into
trouble. Even then, it was pretty exciting getting back. Anybody you
send after him, they won't come back. God's honest truth, I'm surprised
Vinnie and Charlie did. I talked to them. Neither one of them has the
faintest idea of what he did - all Vinnie knows is that he woke up in
the hospital; all Charley knows is that he was looking down the barrel
of a .45 before he even knew this man moved. You know Charlie - and this
man SCARED him."

"Okay, so maybe he's tough. But dammit, he's costing me a lot of money!"

"Uncle Benny, you KNEW those people were crooks when you went into
business with them. Now you're gonna get all upset that they stole your
money?"

"Them I can take care of. But I don't like this one going to the FBI and
making trouble. I think maybe I need to take care of him, so nobody else
gets any fancy ideas."

"Uncle Benny, I promise you: you don't want to start that kind of
trouble with him. Believe me, I saw what him and his friends can do.
They don't make war. They ARE war. They're the people Uncle Sam sends in
to soften people up before war happens, okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. So maybe he's lucky. I bet he can't be lucky
forever."

"He doesn't have to be. Uncle Benny, I don't think you understand just
what this man can do. If he got it into his head that he wanted to kill
you, there's nothing anybody in this room could do to stop it. NOTHING."

"He'd be killed, if he tried."

"Maybe - but I can tell you that HE wouldn't die until after YOU did.
And he'd probably take everybody else in this room with him. Then when
his friends heard about it, they'd take care of the rest of us. They
know I'm not in the business, so I'd probably wouldn't get hurt too bad
- but by the time they were done, this family would be nothing but
widows and orphans."

That gave the old man something to think about. When he stopped to take
a drink from the glass in front of him, Jules told him "Uncle Benny,
remember when I was younger, and started sniffing after the girls?
Remember what you told me - that I had to think with my brains, not my
balls? I think it's time I reminded you of the same thing."

The old man looked at him a moment, before nodding his head slightly.

Here, I spoke up again, offering something I'd thought about that
morning. "Mister Francone, there's something else for you to think
about."

"What's that, tough guy?"

"I told you that the FBI already has everything I know. You could be
using this time to cut the damage you're going to have, instead of
fussing over me. There are going to be people that the FBI is going to
want to talk to - people you should talk to FIRST. From what they told
me, they think they can take out as much as half your organization. I'd
think you'd want to stop that."

He asked me "Why you telling me this, instead of just watching them do
it?"

"Because I don't want any trouble with you - trouble that wouldn't do
either one of us any good. I give you a little warning so you can save
some of what you've got here, and you decide that I'm not worth messing
with. That way, both of us come out of it with something, instead of
both of us losing everything."

That was an idea that he could understand - a little mutual back-
scratching. And keeping at least SOME of what he already had. I could
see in his face that he knew he had a serious problem with the FBI
investigation.

Finally, he said "What about those assholes, and the money they stole?"

I shrugged again, and told him 'You do business with crooks, you take
the chance of getting cheated. I think you have other sources of income
you can use to make it up. And them? They know they did you wrong. They
know you won't be happy about it. Do you think they're going to be
feeling safe and secure and comfortable in prison, knowing that you can
get to them any time you want?"

With that thought, he cackled, and said "I think maybe I could learn to
like you, mister tough guy. Yeah, I got 'other sources of income'. This
is gonna hurt me, but not so bad, maybe. Okay, you walk outta here, I
forget about you - I got an organization to take care of, and I don't
need any extra trouble. But you don't go causing me any more problems,
right?"

"I got no beef with you, Mister Falcone. I just want me and my friends
to be left alone."

He nodded, and said "Okay, that's how it is, then."

At this point, Jules spoke up, saying "Uncle Benny?"

"What is it, Jules?"

"Just to make sure there aren't any misunderstandings, maybe it would be
a good idea if you let Vinnie and the other boys know that you were okay
with this, and that you wouldn't like them bothering him?"

The old man nodded, and looked at me, saying "Any of my boys show up,
it's them, not me. How you deal with them is up to you - I won't get
involved."

I nodded, and told him "Fair enough, Mister Falcone. Thank you."

He looked me over again, and said "Yeah, I think I could like you.
You're nice and quiet and polite and all that, but you got balls. I
think maybe Jules did us BOTH a favor, being here - now that I look
closer, I can see that there's steel in you."

I just smiled at him, and said "It's been a pleasure meeting you, Mister
Falcone".

He laughed, and waved his hand in dismissal; Jules walked with me as I
headed for the door. Outside, we stood and talked for a little bit, him
telling me that he'd gotten an architecture degree, and had his own
office now. He laughed, and told me how upset the family had been when
he'd turned away the clients they'd sent him - then been proud when he'd
become a success without their help. We exchanged business cards as an
easy way to contact each other, with promises to stay in touch.

Back outside the gate, Agent Hendricks got out of the car, and shielded
me while I got the holster back in place. I had to admit to myself that
it made me feel a little more secure having it there, and decided that
carrying it after all this was over might not be a bad idea.

On the way back to the hotel, I told him how the conversation had gone.
He had trouble believing that old Benito Francone had let somebody off
the hook like that, but I just told him that his informants would verify
it soon enough. I think my confidence did as much to convince him as
what I'd told him. He wasn't going to let the detail off the hook until
Agent Hawkes told him, too, though.

Back at the hotel, I found Lucy waiting for me. She gave me a terrific
welcoming kiss, then another, saying "The second one was from Amy. She
said to tell you 'thank you' again, too."

I smiled, and pulled Lucy into a tight embrace, kissing her for all I
was worth. When it finally ended, she pulled back a little, and said
"Whoosh! What brought that on? Not that I'm complaining, I just want to
know how to make it happen again!"

I told her where I'd been - she got a frightened, indignant look that I
hadn't told her before - but quickly cheered up when I told her how it
had turned out. She was mildly disappointed that it would take a couple
days for the FBI to get the message, but gratefully realized that they
would be slower to leave us alone than they were to protect us in the
first place.

I looked around, and asked her where the girls were. She told me that
they'd gone swimming in the hotel pool - AFTER calling down to warn the
agents, and give them time to prepare.

I made my own call, and Lucy and I went down to the pool to watch them,
and give them the anticipated good news.

When we got to the pool, Lucy and I could both see that the girls were
well-protected: there were a couple of female agents obviously watching
out, as well as a few other people that didn't seem to be doing
anything, even for laying around a pool. Watching, I did notice that a
couple of the younger male agents would steal the occasional admiring
glance at them.

Lucy and I got their things and sat down at a table, where the girls
eventually noticed us. When they came over, we handed each of them their
towel, and I told them a condensed and simplified version of what I'd
told Lucy. Both seemed to know that there was more to it, but were too
happy at the news to bother with it. The girls asked us to join them,
and after looking at each other, we agreed. I gestured to one of the
agents in suits, and he came over to ask what I needed. I told him that
Lucy and I would be joining the girls for a swim after we went up and
changed. He thanked me, and promptly got on the radio. Lucy and I headed
back to the room, changed, and came back down. As we were going into the
pool area, I saw Lucy give a little smile before she whispered to me
"There's as many of the female agents checking YOU out as there are guys
checking ME out!"

I grinned at her, and whispered back "I think the guys are getting the
better deal.", and she nudged me in the ribs. By that time, we were
right next to the pool, so I just bumped her with my hip - sending her
into the water. She shrieked, and every agent that wasn't watching us
started for a weapon before they heard the splash, and knew what had
happened.

Lucy came up spluttering, and made a try for my ankle to pull me in; I
carefully danced away, and made a dive toward the deep end of the pool.

Once underwater, I tucked and turned, so that I was headed back for
where Lucy was. She didn't see me, and gave another little shriek when I
slid by and 'goosed' her. Robyn and Sandra were watching, and decided to
come to her aid. Feeling a little feisty, I decided to give them a run
for their money. Even though I stayed in the pool and they didn't, it
still took them nearly twenty minutes before they managed to corner me
for a mass-tickling exercise. Not being particularly ticklish, they
still had their hands full as I put up a 'fight' by tickling and groping
them at every opportunity.

I finally decided to call a truce when Sandra went underwater and
started trying to pull my suit down.

When I looked around, I could see that every agent in there had a grin
on their face - even the ones that weren't actually looking at us. I
eased over to where a couple of them were laying in their suits, and
quietly said "Folks, it's a little like living in a fishbowl, us in here
and you out there. Any good reason you can't jump in here and have some
fun with us?"

They looked at each other, and one of them discretely got on the radio,
telling us a few moments later that there wasn't any reason at all. That
settled, two of the younger female agents got up, along with a couple of
the younger male agents. When Lucy and the girls saw that, all three of
them grinned. The agents jumped in, and headed over to where I had
rejoined the others, whispering in Robyn's ear. She got a big grin, and
when the agents got close enough, I told them "The game is Tag. No
getting out of the pool, if you do, you're 'it'. No drowning, but
dunking is allowed - for anybody. Robyn is 'it' first."

With that, Robyn went underwater, and made a beeline for one of the
female agents who made a valiant effort at escaping - without success.
In the meantime, Sandra headed off in a different direction, then turned
back to jump on one of the male agents, pushing him underwater. I went
under, and pulled the feet out from under the other female agent before
moving on. Lucy just stayed there, hanging on to the edge of the pool,
laughing - until the female agent that was 'it' headed for her. After
that, it was catch-as-catch-can: while keeping an eye out for whoever
was 'it', the rest would swim around trying to find someone to dunk or
pull underwater. Once they understood that I was serious about anybody
being a target, all of the agents got into the spirit of the thing, and
didn't hesitate to go after anyone they thought was vulnerable. Sandra
and one of the female agents teamed up to get me; the other female and a
male got Lucy. Robyn was kept busy staying away from the other male
agent - 'it' - who proved to be almost as good a swimmer as she was.

Eventually, all of us laughing and tired, we agreed to a halt to the
game as we hung onto the edge of the pool to catch our breath. I looked
around, and saw Agent Hendricks standing off to the side, a bemused
expression on his face. When he was sure that he wasn't going to get
splashed, he came over to crouch down by me and say "I don't think these
people have ever had quite so much fun protecting someone as they have
with you people. How you can do it is beyond me."

I looked up at him and said "It's easy, actually. If we stay locked up
in our rooms, they win. Non Illegitimus Carborundum."

He looked confused, and I translated for him: "Don't let the bastards
grind you down!" - then splashed him before heading for the other side
of the pool. When I got there, I saw that all of the other agents were
trying to hide grins at the sight of him standing there with a large wet
spot on the front of his suit. He looked positively stunned for several
seconds, then started laughing before telling me "Just remember, Dan:
paybacks are a mother!", making several agents laugh. I just grinned at
him before heading over to dunk Lucy. With that, the game was on again.

Finally, all of us had had enough, and by mutual consent, the game
ended. We kind of collected in one corner of the pool, and one of the
female agents told me "Mr. Andrews- I mean, Dan, I think this is the
first time in my life that somebody has paid me to play grab-ass in a
pool!", making the other agents laugh, and agree.

Lucy told them "Thank you, all of you, for jumping in with us and
helping make this fun", then floated over to give each of the male
agents a kiss on the cheek. Robyn and Sandra offered their thanks and
kissed the guys, too - embarrassing them mightily. The females looked at
me, with a mixture of anticipation and welcome; I went over and gave
them a proper thanks, as well. Neither one hesitated in the slightest to
kiss me back, and both looked pleased when we'd finished.

Robyn called out "Last one OUT is a rotten egg!", and promptly eeled out
of the pool, leaving the rest of us to scramble out as best we could.
The last one out was one of the male agents, who accepted the good-
natured teasing he got with a smile and a laugh.

As I was drying off, I saw Lucy look behind me; but before I could turn
to see what it was, felt myself being drenched in ice-cold water. I
turned around to see that Agent Hendricks had emptied an entire pitcher
of ice water on me, and was rapidly heading away, laughing. I laughed,
too, joining everyone else, and nodded to him in acceptance of his
trick.

Mostly dried off, the four of us wrapped our towels around ourselves to
avoid dripping water onto the hotel carpet, and headed back to our
rooms. Once there, we all stripped and headed in for a group shower to
rinse off the chlorine from the pool. With that out of the way, we opted
for a brief nap - Lucy and I in one bed, Robyn and Sandra in another.

I woke up to find Robyn climbing on top of me. Resting on her hands and
knees, she looked down at me to ask "So, what's for supper?" - making me
and Lucy both laugh. A moment later, Sandra assumed the same position
over Lucy, who just turned to look at me.

I thought it over, and offered "If anyone's in the mood for some
shopping, how about if we just grab a bite at the mall?"

All three of them thought it was a splendid idea, and Lucy good-
naturedly handed me the phone so I could give the FBI agents a heads-up.

They didn't have any problem with the idea, and readily agreed to the
fifteen minute time I offered. Lucy and the girls heard me, of course,
and all immediately went into overdrive as they rushed around to get
dressed in something more than the birthday suits they'd been wearing.
Even though I ducked into the bathroom to shave again, I still managed
to be ready ahead of them.

A while later, as we were going into the mall, I spotted one of the
female agents that had been in the pool with us. Looking like a young
housewife, she presented quite a different appearance than when I'd seen
her last. I couldn't help easing over next to her and whispering
"Personally, I think you looked better in the pool!", causing her to
grin and whisper back "Thanks!", before I rejoined Lucy and the girls.

First on the agenda was something to eat - Sandra and Robyn decided on
pizza while Lucy and I went for roast beast sandwiches.

With something in our bellies, we were off to do some serious shopping.
I lost track after about the umpteenth store, but I'm pretty sure we hit
all of them. Any we might have missed probably didn't have any reason to
be in a mall, anyway. When we were done, all of us were pretty well
loaded down with packages - even I'd been drafted into pack horse duty.
I think that the only thing that saved us was a couple of the agents
discretely offering to help, each taking a package or two. I think they
did it as much to try and blend in with the mall crowd as to help out.

Back at the hotel, we managed to get everything hauled up to our rooms,
and decided that the easiest thing to do was to simply pile it up in the
girls room. Lucy, the girls, and I thanked the agents that helped tote
all the stuff by kissing the agents of the opposite sex. With Lucy
wearing an engagement ring, there wasn't any reason to pretend that we
weren't staying together, which left one room 'unoccupied'.

Too tired from the pool and all the shopping, none of them had any
interest in showing off the stuff they'd bought. In fact, all three of
them started yawning not long after we put away the stuff we'd bought. I
asked if anyone wanted to stay up, but none of them did; after a short
discussion, we decided that Lucy and Sandra would sleep together, as
would Robyn and I. That settled, all of us headed off to get ready for
bed after kissing each other good night.

The next day, the three of them spent the day lazing around, watching
movies on TV and so on while I got caught up on the work that I'd put
off while helping Lucy. Every so often, one of them would come in to
check on me; and if I wasn't too busy, would come over to give me a kiss
or a hug. With that kind of encouragement, it actually didn't take me
long to get caught up - again, laying the groundwork for the project in
the first place saved me time and trouble in the long run.

As it got toward evening, I reached the point where I felt comfortable
saving everything I'd done and putting the computer away. From there, I
went in to where Lucy and the girls were stretched out on the bed,
watching a movie on the television. I joined them, and told Lucy that
when the movie was over, she and I needed to talk. She nodded, and when
the credits started rolling, the two of us got up to head into the
girls' room. There, I told her that we probably needed to talk to her
boss and their client the next day, Monday. She agreed, and we worked
out the details of what all we needed to tell them, and in what order.
Lucy got on the phone and left a message for her boss, telling him that
we'd be giving him a call at four o'clock the next afternoon so he could
make the necessary arrangements with the client.

With that out of the way, the next decision - according to Robyn and
Sandra - was what to eat for supper. Not wanting to 'dress up', and
feeling the desire to get out of the hotel for a little while, we
settled on fast-food fried chicken. I called down to let the FBI people
know, as well as to inform them that we'd be eating in whatever public
park we could find.

Hendricks told us there was a park with tables and a small pond not far
away, and I readily agreed to his suggestion. We gave them some time to
get set up, and then it was out for supper. Only a couple of cars tagged
along with us as we hit the drive-though of the chicken place; most of
them were already waiting for us when we got to the park. Lucy and the
girls were delighted that there was a pond, and understood why I'd
gotten an extra order of dinner rolls with the chicken. We found a table
not far from the pond, and soon had a nice collection of ducks hitting
us up for dinner rolls. A couple of squirrels showed up, too, but didn't
find anything to their liking. A few crows hung out on the other side of
us from the ducks, and decided that scraps of fried chicken were
acceptable, though the mashed potatoes that got tossed their way found a
couple of takers, as well.

When we'd finished eating there were still a few pieces of chicken left,
along with some mashed potatoes and a few rolls. We decided to pack all
of it up rather than throw it away, and took it with us as we headed
around the pond on a little walk. Lucy and I walked along, hand in hand,
as Robyn and Sandra rationed most of the remaining rolls to whatever
ducks hadn't shown up for dinner call. About a third of the way around
the pond, we came across an obviously homeless man. From the look of
him, I figured he'd just had a run of bad luck - he didn't have the look
of an alcoholic or drug user. I got Lucy to sit with me on a table for a
little bit, then 'forgot' to pick up the package of leftovers up when we
left. A couple minutes later, I looked behind us, and saw the homeless
guy happily chowing down on it. Lucy looked back to see what I was
watching, and saw him, too - then softly said "I wondered why you didn't
bring the chicken along." "If I'd offered it to him directly, he'd have
refused, probably. Leaving it there, he could take it without having
whatever dignity he has left being offended."

Lucy hugged me in response as we continued walking.

After we'd finished our tour of the pond, I think all of us felt
refreshed - reasonably full bellies, some time out in the fresh air, a
little exercise, and each other's company. We headed back for the hotel,
and spent the evening in various pleasures: the girls found a movie they
both liked, while Lucy and I spent the evening laying next to each other
on the bed, reading and listening to a classical music radio station.
All during the evening, one or the other of us would lean over to give
the other a kiss - on the shoulder, on the back, on the cheek, or if the
timing was right, on the lips. None of them were invitations; rather,
they were just expressions of love and affection, freely given and
freely accepted.

When it started to get late, Lucy got up to let the girls know when they
should go to bed; both accepted their instructions with only a little
good-natured complaining.

Shortly after the appointed time, both girls came in to give us a
goodnight kiss; both were nude, and Lucy and I couldn't help copping a
feel as we kissed each of them. That done, both went back into Lucy's
room to go to bed, closing the door behind them. Lucy and I stayed up a
bit longer, both of us to finish up the chapter in the books we'd been
reading. Lucy finished first, and just lay there watching me until I'd
put my book down, too.

She kissed me on the cheek and asked "Today, at the park? Why was the
guy you gave the chicken to the only one you tried to help? We saw a
couple others, and you didn't even pay the slightest attention to them,
other than to keep an eye on them."

"He was reasonably clean, and his clothes were decent and in good shape.
He was alert, and paying attention to what was going on around him. It
didn't look like he was a drunk or a druggie, just that maybe he'd had
one too man bad things happen recently. If I'd thought of it sooner, I'd
have let a five or ten fall out of my pocket, too. The other ones, well,
it was pretty obvious that all of them were hung up on some chemical or
other - alcohol, crack, heroin, whatever. Anything they got would only
go into their arms, or up their noses, or wherever. The first guy, he'd
figure out how to use whatever he got to last him as long as possible,
and try to get the most out of it. As long as someone is trying to do
for themselves, I'm more than happy to give them a break. It's the ones
that find excuses to forfeit responsibility for themselves that I can't
tolerate."

Lucy kissed me on the cheek again, and said "You're as soft on the
inside as you are hard on the outside. I love you."

I kissed her back, on the lips, and told her "I love you, too. Don't
tell anybody what a marshmallow I am, okay? If word got out, I'd have a
dickens of a time trying to negotiate deals with my customers."

She giggled, and answered "Okay, I won't tell", before moving in to give
me a hug.

With that, both of us got up and undressed for bed; Lucy decided that
she wanted me to spoon against her back. I put my arm around her, and
she promptly moved my hand up to hold her breast as she wiggled back far
enough to feel my penis resting between her ass cheeks. Once satisfied,
she turned her head so we could share a goodnight kiss.

The next morning, Lucy decided to stay at the hotel, telling me "I've
got my own report to write, remember?". The girls decided that they just
wanted to lay around and read magazines that morning, so I was the only
one that headed in to the FBI office. There, I was quickly called into
Clara's office, where she told me "Dan, I am not amused by your little
visit to Benny Falcone on Saturday. If I'd been aware of it, I would
have forbidden it."

I just looked at her a moment, then raised in eyebrow in question. She
realized what she'd just said, and amended herself to say "Okay, I
couldn't have forbidden it. But I damn well would have objected in the
strongest possible terms. You took an unnecessary risk, going in there."

"It wasn't any risk at all, actually. I rode right up to the front gate
with a couple cars full of FBI people. Hell, I was IN one of their cars.
They parked right across the street from the front gate. Obviously, they
knew I was in there - and just as obviously, would be expecting me to
come back out. So there really wasn't any way for Benny Francone to
actually DO anything to me. All he could do was talk, which he did.
After a bit, his nephew Jules showed up, and talked some sense into the
old man. Then I talked to him a little bit, and he finally calmed down.
When he saw that trying to do anything to me or Lucy or Robyn or Sandra
would be a bad move, he was willing to consider that he had better
things to do with his time and money."

"And how is it that you know Jules Francone, by the way?"

"Oh, that. Well, me and my crew kinda went in to pull him out of a jam
when his helicopter decided it didn't want to fly any more. The thing
was, it was in a place that Jules wasn't officially flying in, in the
first place. Kinda awkward for the government, so they had us get him
out before things got embarrassing. We did, though it got kinda
interesting there, for a while."

"I'll bet. Okay, so what made you think he was legit, and not part of
the family operations."

"As we were moving him out, he and I had a chance to talk a little. He
told me about his family, and that he didn't want to make his mark that
way - that was why he'd volunteered for the military, so that he could
do something on his own. Said when he got out, he was going to pass or
fail on his own name. Sounded pretty reasonable to me, so I didn't have
any reason to doubt him. Didn't know the local Family was his, though;
you kinda forgot to tell me their names, remember?"

That flustered her for a few moments before she told me "Well, you might
like to know that we're starting hear from our informants that old Benny
has said to lay off you, that everything's cool. That, coupled with
Vinnie Castillo being in the hospital and Charlie Petrovski telling
people that you're - and I quote - 'one bad motherfucker', has about
convinced anyone with any sense to leave you way alone. We're going to
give it another day to see if the story holds up. If it does, we're
going to reduce your detail - the only people you'll have to worry about
then are the freelancers, and they're so inept that they shouldn't be
any problem."

I nodded my understanding, and told her that Lucy and the girls would be
happy to hear that. Clara went on to tell me "Just make sure you keep
that vest on, and don't forget your weapon. You're still damn important
to this investigation, and we don't want to see anything happen to you."

I asked how things were going, and she told me "They're going great. The
banks have been extremely cooperative, and our forensic accountants have
taken what you gave them, and run with it. They've been at it all
weekend, and expect to be done by tomorrow afternoon. The last figure I
heard was that the money they can directly attribute to you is three
hundred and seventeen million dollars. This morning, they told us that
they had roughly one point four BILLION dollars frozen, and were able to
prove that all of it was destined for, or sourced from, illegal
operations. They think they'll have a few hundred million more before
they're done. This morning, we took down the honchos from
TechnoDynamics; we snagged each of them as they showed up for this
mornings meeting. We also got them under RICO - Racketeer Influenced and
Corrupt Organizations - to seize all their property, too. Larceny,
fraud, money laundering, drugs, weapons, tax evasion, and accessories to
murder are just SOME of the charges they're facing. This one is going to
be a beauty of a case; we figure to get at LEAST a quarter of old
Benny's organization; with a little luck, we'll take out half or more of
it."

I shared her smile, and asked how much of what she'd just told me I
could share with the owners of the company, and Lucy's boss. She thought
a moment, and said "You can tell them the financial part of it, and the
stuff that directly affects them. Benny knows we're onto him, but not
how bad we can hurt him - we'd like to keep it that way for as long as
possible."

I agreed, and thanked her for her time. She smiled, and said "Believe
me, it was MY pleasure. I'd be happy to come and clean your HOUSE after
you bring us a case like this. Shucks, I'd clean Lucy's house, too,
while I was at it. And I've got a couple dozen agents that would be
willing to do yard work for you, too!", she laughed.

I chuckled at her enthusiasm, and she calmed down a bit and told me
"Dan, I don't think I've ever had my people so happy and enthusiastic
about protecting witnesses. No, come to think about it, I KNOW they
haven't. Jones, Gallery, and Hendricks are all singing your praises.
Every agent that you've come in contact with has made a point of
mentioning how polite and friendly you are. I know you had four of them
in the pool with you the other day, and all the other agents are
actually jealous that they weren't on your detail that day. Sometimes
they've had to protect people they didn't like very much - like Mob
informants and such. But every one of them considers it an honor and
pleasure to be on YOUR detail. Knowing your record, and seeing you
shoot, they know that they're there more for Lucy and Robyn and Sandra
than you; but even protecting the people you care about means something
to these people - because it's YOU trusting them with YOUR loved ones.
They know that you respect who they are and what they do - and for the
most part, they just don't get enough of that in their jobs."

"What you said is right - I DO trust them, and respect them. But I have
a question for you."

"What's that?"

"Is there any way that I can thank them for their time and efforts?
Without causing offense, or getting anyone in trouble?"

She thought it over for a few moments, then told me "I can think of a
couple of things. First, we have an Emergency Fund for agents. It covers
things like expenses for the families of agents that are wounded or hurt
in the line of duty. A contribution to that would certainly be welcomed.
If you wanted to do something for the people on your details, something
that applied to all of them equally would be acceptable."

I nodded and thanked her, she assured me it wasn't a problem. We went on
to talk about a few other things before I finally took my leave to head
back to the hotel. I let Agent Gallery know I was going to make a detour
along the way, and after I explained why, he readily agreed to it.

At the park, I wandered around a bit before I found the homeless man
we'd seen the previous day. He watched as I approached, and when I got
close enough, he told me "I remember you. You were the guy with the
blonde and two kids yesterday. If you're here about the chicken, I
waited to see if you were coming back for it; when it didn't look like
you were, I ate it myself."

"No, I'm not here about the chicken. I'm here about you."

"What about me?" he asked, slightly suspicious.

"I'm curious to know what happened that put you here."

Only slightly mollified, he asked "Why? You one of those church people
that thinks if you can save my soul, that's all I need?"

"Nope. You wanna be saved, you know where the church is; no matter to me
if you go, or not. You're not dirty, and you're staying away from the
junkies and drunks on the other side of the pond. I'm just curious to
know why."

More relaxed, he thought about it for a few moments and finally told me
"My name is Mark Sellers. I used to be a carpenter, until some old guy
in a Caddie ran through the construction site I was on. Knocked out the
wall I was working on, and ran over my leg - broke it in four places.
The old guy was like eighty, and could hardly see or hear, but had a
valid license. His insurance paid for my hospital and medical, but
wouldn't do anything about teaching me how to get around again after
they put all these pins and shit in my leg. Now I can't move around like
I could before, and can't do carpentry like before - at least, nothing
above ground level, which kinda put the kibosh on how much work I could
do. I get a little work now and then, but nothing much, and nothing
steady."

"How do you keep yourself clean and such?"

"There's a convenience store a few blocks over; they let me use it to
wash up in the morning because I leave it cleaner than when I go in. A
Laundromat lets me run a load of clothes once a week in exchange for
cleaning the place up. Every so often, I get somebody that lets me hang
a picture or do a little light work; that keeps me in food, mostly. The
cops know I'm not part of that bunch on the other side, so they leave me
alone. A couple of the junkies tried to rip me off, and I managed to
beat hell out of them, so the rest stay away, too."

"Doesn't sound like you feel sorry for yourself."

"Why should I be? Shit happens. The old man, he shouldn't have been on
the road, but the law says it's okay with them, so I'm not gonna piss
and moan about it. I do what I can, and hope I catch a break before the
weather gets bad."

I looked him over, and he sat there without looking away. Finally, I
told him "I think I might be able to help, if you want it. You'd have to
learn a new job, but it would still be something involving housing and
construction. Interested?"

He looked at me skeptically, and asked "And what's it gonna cost me?
Didn't look like you were into guys, yesterday. You don't know me, so
you got no reason to trust me. What's the deal?"

"The deal is, I'm doing it because you're doing what you can, because
you're not part of that bunch on the other side. What it's gonna cost
you is your time and your effort to learn something new. I think I've
got the best reason in the world to trust you: because you haven't asked
me to."

That surprised him, and he looked at me with more curiosity than
suspicion when he asked "And what do you get out of it? How do you get
paid back for all this?"

"What I get out of it is helping somebody 'catch a break' - I've been in
a couple scrapes myself, and know what it means. I get paid back when
you do the same thing for someone else."

"How do you know that's gonna happen?"

"Simple. If you can't be trusted, you'll screw this up before I get too
much time or money invested in it. If you see it all the way through,
then you'll know what it means, and you'll do it for the next guy, or
girl."

He looked me over, and when he looked into my eyes, was satisfied that I
was serious about it. He told me "Mister, if you're serious, I'd be
happy to give it a try. I've worked hard all my life, and ain't afraid
to do it some more. And if what you're saying gets me back on my feet,
I'll be happy to help someone else out, just like you helped me."

I nodded, and told him "Let me make a couple calls, and get things
started. Where can I find you tomorrow?"

"It might be anyplace this side of the water, but I'll make sure and be
here tomorrow afternoon."

"Deal. What do you need to get you through till tomorrow?"

He thought that over, and said "A meal would be good. Haven't had
anything to eat since yesterday. The water fountains take care of the
thirst."

I reached into my pocket, and handed him twenty dollars, saying "Get
yourself something to eat. If you can, get yourself a room so you can
clean up proper. Tomorrow afternoon, we'll be going to visit somebody."

He looked at the money, then at me, before saying "Mister, I don't know
who you are, but I thank you. You left that chicken behind on purpose
yesterday, didn't you?"

"Yup. Told the lady that you didn't look like a loafer, and that I
figured you might like a decent meal. Figured if I offered it to you
straight, you'd have told me to go to hell, so I kinda left it behind."

He grinned at me, and said "Yeah, if you'd offered, I'd have told you
just that."

I nodded to him, and when he realized that I was getting ready to leave,
managed to struggle to his feet - I could see that he'd have trouble
moving around much on the leg that had been broken. He stuck a hand out
to me, and when I took it, I found his grip strong and solid. He thanked
me, and I told him I'd see him the next day.

Back at the hotel, I told Lucy what I'd done, and she positively beamed
at me before giving me a hug and kiss. Then I went into my room, only to
find Sandra and Robyn sprawled across my bed, a pile of magazines
between them. I went on to their room, and sat down to make a couple of
phone calls. The first was to Jules Francone.

I asked him if he needed any help, and he said that he needed about
anybody he could find. I told him about Mark Sellers, and asked if he'd
be willing to give the guy a job if I chipped in. Jules told me to go to
hell, if the guy was willing to work and learn, paying him wasn't a
problem. I told him I'd have Mark there the next afternoon, Jules told
me to stop by any time. My next call was to a local community college,
where I checked the requirements for admission, tuition prices, and what
courses they offered. When they realized that I was serious, they were
quite helpful.

Following that, I got a local paper, and started looking for someplace
Mark could stay that was reasonably convenient to both Jules offices,
and the college. When I realized that I didn't have much to go on, I
collared one of the FBI people to come up and help me - with the
additional help, it didn't take long to find several possible places.
With a number of selections, the next thing was to go and check them
out. The first couple were overpriced; the third was a dump, but the
fourth turned out to be just the thing: a large garage that had been
turned into a sparsely furnished one-bedroom apartment. The rent was
reasonable, according to the FBI agent. There was parking for a vehicle,
and the older couple that owned it was renting it out more as a way of
keeping someone handy if they had any kind of emergency, than anything
else. I told them that I was renting it for a friend of mine who was
starting a new job in town, and paid the deposit and first month's rent.
They paid the utilities, so that wasn't a problem. The only thing left
was telephone, and I could take care of that the next day.

I got back to the hotel in time to join Lucy for our call to her boss.
We told him what all had happened at our end - including the protection
from the FBI, which surprised him until Lucy told him about the Mob
involvement. In turn, Lucy gasped when I told him how much money the FBI
credited me with recovering, and how much they were expecting to seize.
Her boss went speechless for a full minute before giving me his
congratulations. Their client was on the phone with us, too, and they
both thanked and congratulated me, saying they'd be happy to take the
FBI figure as 'final'. They went on to promise that they'd have a
certified check for my eight percent - twenty five million plus change -
ready when I got home. I thanked them, and then left, so that they and
Lucy could talk business.

When she was done, Lucy came in to where I was laying on the bed,
reading a book. She sat down next to me and gave me a fierce hug and big
kiss before telling me that her boss and their client were both
extremely pleased with her work, and highly impressed with the job I'd
done. Her boss told her that she'd already been promoted again, and
moved to a department at the same level as him - and congratulated her
on both. Her boss also said that she'd be getting a nice bonus for how
she handled the situation, and that he expected that their company would
be showing ME their appreciation, as well.

With that out of the way, Lucy and I joined the girls as the evening
news came on. The top story was the FBI raid on TechnDynamics. We saw
Clara Hawkes giving a press conference, telling the public how much
money they expected to recover, along with all the other gory details -
including mentioning that it had been me that had helped make the case.
When they heard that, Lucy and the girls all cheered and gave me a hug
and kiss.

A while later, the four of us headed down for some supper; the hotel
staff seemed to have caught the news, too - every one of them stared at
me as I went by. Even our waitress recognized me, and congratulated me.

When we finished eating, the waitress refused a tip, telling me that
anybody that helped the FBI catch 'thugs' didn't need to tip her. I
tried to insist, but she got downright adamant about it, so I finally
had to let it go. We hadn't been in my room for more than a few minutes
when there was a knock on the door - when I opened it, I saw that it was
Amy. I invited her in, and when the door closed behind her, she
plastered herself against me to give me a BIG kiss and hug. Yup, Sandra
was right - Amy was some kisser.

When she was done with me, Lucy was next, followed by Robyn, then
Sandra. Only when her kiss with Sandra ended did Amy say anything to us.

"Wow! A girl might get the idea you're all glad to see her, you keep
kissing like that!"

Lucy laughed, telling her "I could say the same thing - you did a pretty
fair job of letting me know how you felt, yourself!"

Amy blushed slightly, and said "I just wanted to let all of you know how
happy and good the other night made me feel. ALL of you were so kind and
patient with me, and I love you for it. The whole time I was home, I had
to keep pinching myself to make sure that it all wasn't just a dream;
and then I come in here and you let me know that it wasn't. I haven't
felt this good, and this happy, in a long, long time - and I have all of
you to thank for it. I only wish that I had some kind of memento to keep
as a reminder of how happy you made me, and how much all of you mean to
me."

I remembered the digital photos I'd taken, and said "Um, when I saw all
of you in bed the next morning, I couldn't resist taking a couple photos
with my digital camera. If you've got the time, we can have a look at
them, and I'll be glad to make copies of them to a floppy disk you can
take with you."

Amy looked surprised, then delighted, and said "I'd love to. I've got as
much time as I want, so let's go!"

The lot of us trooped into the other room, where I quickly got my laptop
fired up, then connected the camera to the USB port. In nothing flat,
the images I'd taken were being thumbnailed to the screen. All of them
were fascinated - and delighted - by the shots I'd taken. With Amy
sitting on my lap, she and I went through them, making copies of the
ones she wanted. To my surprise, she didn't just want the ones with her,
but of nearly all of them. I had to do a little compression on the
images, but finally managed to get all of them onto a few floppy disks
for her to take home.

She thanked me for them, and gave me another kiss, much to Lucy's
amusement. She followed that by kissing each of the others again, too -
leaving Robyn and Sandra panting. I told her that Clara had okayed us
heading home in a couple of days, and Amy saddened slightly at the news.
When I asked her what was wrong she told us - the promptly brightened up
again when she realized that it was after her next extended 'off'
period. Lucy spoke for all of us when she asked Amy if she wanted to pay
us another visit before we left - something that Amy quickly agreed to.

Claiming that she had to 'go play FBI agent', Amy stood up, letting me
stand as well. After a round of hugs, and some serious fondling and
groping, she left to take charge of the other agents - with me patting
her cute ass as she headed out the door.

With Amy gone, Lucy and the others went back to look at the images I'd
taken of them. All of them thought the photos were quite beautiful and
erotic. So much so, in fact, that it didn't take them long to start
shedding clothing so they could better reach all the interesting parts
on each other. I simply stood back, watching them for a while - until
they realized that I was still dressed, then they all came after me to
remedy the situation. I fought it - but not too hard, or for too long.

My shirt was the first thing to go - and with it out of the way, Sandra
promptly fastened her lips to one of my nipples as she ran her hands
over my chest. When my pants, then underwear, had joined my shirt, Lucy
took me into her mouth while Robyn went to work licking my scrotum. In
about zero seconds flat, they had me completely hard. That accomplished,
the three of them managed to push me farther onto the bed. They got me
on my back through the simple expedient of Sandra spreading her legs and
positioning herself over my mouth - letting me know that her bleeding
had stopped. As I dipped my tongue into her cleft, I felt Lucy shifting
her position, as well - and with her, Robyn. A few moments later, I
could feel it as the two of them started taking turns using their mouths
on me. Their techniques were different, as was the way their mouths felt
on me - but make no mistake, it still felt damn good, whichever one was
doing me.

Lucy and Robyn were taking their time with me, so I was easily able to
bring Sandra to orgasm without climaxing myself. When she'd gotten her
breath back, Sandra moved down to take the place of Lucy, who moved up
for her own mustache ride. Before long, she found her own release, and
moved down to take Robyn's place. When Robyn had straddled my face, I
went to work on her, too, savoring the ample nectar she all but dribbled
onto my probing tongue. As I got her close to orgasm, we heard a knock
at the door, and the sound of Amy's voice, announcing herself. Sandra
quickly let Lucy take over, and went to let Amy in. When Amy saw what
was happening, she all but froze in place as she watched me bring Robyn
to a deep orgasm. When Robyn got her senses back, and unseated herself,
Amy was right there to give me a kiss - and getting a sampling of the
juices of all three of them in the process. As we were kissing, I
reached out to squeeze and caress Amy's breasts, feeling her nipples
harden under my touch. Holding her body steady, she somehow managed to
reach down to slip her panties down, then shake them loose of her legs
before stepping out of them. She looked to where Lucy and Sandra were
still focused on my erection, and asked "Can I have him? Please?"

Lucy and Sandra shared a look and a smile before nodding. With that, Amy
pulled up the hem of her skirt, and climbed onto the bed to position
herself over my saliva-slick erection. Reaching down, she positioned me
at her entrance. She first lowered herself enough to get me inside -
something easily done, as wet as she was - then another push left her
pubic hair merged with mine. She paused a few moments, obviously
savoring the sensation of having me inside her again, before starting to
move over me as Sandra and Lucy both reached out to begin caressing her
breasts through her blouse. Amy was still incredibly tight, and the
feeling of the tight ring of her entrance sliding up and down my
erection soon had me approaching a climax. I tried to hold off so that
Amy could climax with me, but she wouldn't have it - telling me "Go
ahead. Never mind me, just SHOOT!".

As incredible as her hot, wet insides felt, it didn't take me much
longer to follow her instructions as I flooded her insides with load
after load of my semen. She kept moving over me during this, and worked
our combined juices into a froth that her actions forced out of her.
When she felt that I'd given her everything I had, she reluctantly
pulled herself off of me, and lay back on the bed - only to have Sandra
move over her to begin licking up the rich foam that coated her mons,
and leaked out of her. Realizing that Sandra was open to her, Amy didn't
hesitate to lift her head to slide her tongue deep into Sandra's wet
opening. While they were engaged in trying to get each other off, Lucy
moved back down to lick and suck mine and Amy's combined juices off my
penis and scrotum. Robyn simply laid back and masturbated to the sight
of Amy and Sandra orally pleasing each other. Amy glanced over once to
see her, and her arousal at the sight became evident as she had an
orgasm under Sandra's lips and tongue. When the spasms had passed, Amy
went back to trying to bring Sandra off with a vengeance - and in only a
couple of minutes, we could see her pleasure as Sandra climaxed on her
mouth.

With both of them satiated for the moment, Sandra managed to climb off
Amy before collapsing on the bed next to Robyn. When she saw what Robyn
was doing, Lucy extended an arm so that her fingers could join Robyn's,
dipping into Robyn's woman hood only to reappear a moment later,
glistening with her daughter's essence. A few moments later, Sandra
joined in by reaching out to squeeze one of Robyn's breasts, and it's
nipple. In short order, they'd managed to help Robyn into another climax
that left her gasping.

When she'd gotten her breath and senses back, Amy sat up and told us "I
only stopped by to tell you that you were welcome to come to my place if
you wanted to. But when Sandra let me in, and I saw what you were doing,
well, it was just too much for me - I had to join in! You were all so
sexy on the bed like that - I just couldn't help myself. Now I've got to
get cleaned up before I go back downstairs. A female FBI agent that
smells like pussy is one thing; but smelling like someone ELSE'S pussy
simply wouldn't do!"

All of us laughed at her comment, and Lucy got up to get her a damp
washcloth. With it, Amy quickly wiped off her face, then went into the
bathroom to rinse out the cloth before using it to cleanse her pelvis,
too. When she came out of the bathroom, she blushed furiously when she
saw me laying there on the bed, twirling her panties on my finger. She
came over and snatched them away from me, to laughter from the others.
With a devil may care look at me, she put them back on right there in
front of us - then stepped close enough to me that I could slide my hand
under her skirt to smooth them across her ass cheeks. Another kiss to
all of us, and she dabbed a little perfume behind her ears and in her
cleavage before telling us "I mean it - if the four of you want to,
you're more than welcome to stay with me before you leave town."

Lucy told her we'd think about it, and Amy gave us another smile before
going out the door.

Lucy turned to look at us before saying "I don't know what we did to
her, but whatever it was, we did a damn fine job of it. I think it's
safe to say that she's over her fear of sex!", making all of us laugh.

All of us lay there for a while, simply content to be with each other,
before Robyn and Sandra started feeling frisky again. Lucy and I watched
as their touches went from friendly to loving to passionate, and finally
ending when Robyn rolled on top of Sandra for a session of '69'. We
could hear and see it as the two of them licked and sucked at each
other's sex. It didn't take long before we could smell how aroused both
of them were, too, as they took their time enjoying each other's bodies.

I could hear Lucy's panting next to me as we watched the two youngsters
pleasuring each other; all Lucy had to do was look down to see my
obvious arousal at the sight before me. When she couldn't take it any
more, Lucy moved on top of me, kneeling above my erection, her back
toward me. She reached down with both hands, using one to hold herself
open as she held me steady with the other so she could lower herself
completely onto me in a single thrust. With my hardness fully inside
her, she leaned back against my chest, and started rocking herself over
me so that my penis only moved in her a couple inches at a time. I
reached under her arms to take her breasts in my hands, squeezing them
and pinching her nipples, feeling them harden and extend under my touch.
A couple minutes later, she reached between her legs, and started
playing with her clitoris as she continued slowly rocking on me. Both of
us took our time making love, watching as Sandra and Robyn did the same
in front of us. As their passion and arousal increased, so did ours - so
that when, several minutes later, Robyn cried out her release, I heard
Lucy respond with her own climax. A few moments later, she cried out
again when she felt me spraying her insides with my hot semen, only to
have her second call answered by Sandra's orgasmic moan.

Lucy leaned back to rest against me, and we watched Sandra direct her
collapse toward an open spot on the bed; when she was off Robyn, Robyn
turned to lay next to her, the two of them holding each other in post-
orgasmic bliss.

I could feel my erection slowly subsiding inside Lucy; when it finally
pulled free of her, both of us could feel the miniature flood of my
semen start draining out of her. Robyn saw it, and quickly went into the
bathroom to bring us a hand towel. With only a moments thought, she
tucked the end of it under my scrotum, then folded the rest of it under
her mother's exposed opening. Her mission accomplished, she gave Lucy a
kiss, then went back to lay next to Sandra.

I held Lucy next to my, my arms wrapped around her waist, while the two
of us kissed over her shoulder.

After a while, Robyn and Sandra decided that they were ready to clean up
a bit before they went to bed. Both delayed long enough to give Lucy and
I each a kiss before heading into the bathroom. A bit later, we heard
the shower come on, and saw the bathroom slowly fill with steam. There
was plenty of laughing and giggling as the two of them cleaned each
other up; Lucy and I just looked at each other, knowing what was going
on between them.

Finally, they reappeared, letting Lucy and I watch as they dried each
other off. Satisfied with their handiwork, they came over to give us
another kiss goodnight before heading into Lucy's room to go to bed. A
little bit later, by mutual consent, Lucy and I got up to take our own
shower before going to bed ourselves. As we were waiting for sleep to
come, Lucy asked me about spending the night with Amy; I told her that
I'd be delighted to, but that I worried what her neighbors might think.
Lucy nodded at that, and said that she'd talk it over with the girls
before she said anything to Amy. I expressed my agreement, and the two
of us lay there snuggling until we fell asleep.

The next morning, I managed to catch the phone after only a single ring;
having not left a wakeup call, I couldn't help but wonder who it was. I
quickly found out that it was Agent Hawkes, asking me if I could come in
to the office the next afternoon for a press conference. Apparently, the
story had caught national attention, and the press was begging for more
details, and to meet the man that had handed the FBI the keys to such a
big case. I was considerably less than enthusiastic, but Clara finally
convinced me that I should do it. I reluctantly agreed, and we set the
time for it. Then she asked if Lucy and the girls would be interested,
and I told her that I'd ask Lucy, but that under no circumstances was I
going to put the girls on TV - having them there, and associated with
such a big case was a virtual invitation for trouble to come looking for
them.

Clara conceded the point, and accepted that Lucy would make her own
decision. That settled, the conversation ended.

A couple minutes later, I got up to start some coffee before heading
into the bathroom. Shaved and brushed, I came out to find the coffee
done. I poured myself a cup, then one for Lucy. I set hers on the
nightstand next to the bed where she was laying, figuring that the smell
would help wake her as gently as possible.

It did, and she finally opened her eyes to see me sitting there watching
her. It took her a couple seconds, but she finally realized that I had a
cup of coffee, but that my coffee was too far away for what she was
smelling. She looked around and saw the cup I'd poured for her. Smiling,
she sat up against the headboard, and took the cup in her hands. After a
couple of sips, she turned to me again, and thanked me for it. I told
her about Clara's phone call, and that I'd agreed to be present for the
press conference. She smiled her pleasure and pride at that, then
sobered again when I told her that Clara had also asked if she'd
participate, too. She told me she'd think about it, then listened in
increasing apprehension as I told her about Clara's inquiry about
whether the girls could appear, too. She instantly agreed when she heard
that I'd told Clara that the girls absolutely, positively would NOT be
there, and why. As we were discussing what to do 'after', Robyn and
Sandra wandered in, rubbing the sleep out of their eyes. Apparently
drawn to the smell of the coffee, Robyn parked herself on my lap while
Sandra nestled in next to Lucy. Each of them took our coffee cups to
take a sip, then another. With the cups nearly empty, they looked at
each other before Sandra handed her - Lucy's - cup to Robyn, who got up
to refill them before reestablishing herself on my lap.

Sandra asked what we'd been talking about when they came in, and Lucy
and I told them. Both expressed an interest at being in the news
conference, but took it well when we explained that they couldn't - and
why. Both encouraged Lucy to be there, though - Robyn pointing out that
it was a good chance for Lucy to get her company's name into the news
for publicity.

With my second cup of coffee gone - with Robyn's help - I knew that I
needed to get going to take care of something else I'd almost forgotten
about: making sure Mark could get to work and the college. I patted
Robyn on the butt to get her to let me up; with only mild protest, she
moved over to lay on the other side of Lucy. Lucy asked where I was
going, and I told her. That prompted the girls to ask what I was doing,
and so I explained to them about what had happened at the park, and what
I'd done the previous afternoon. Both expressed happiness that I was
helping somebody, and wished me luck.

I let the FBI people know that I was on my way down for some breakfast,
and they told me everything was fine. Once in the lobby, Agent Gallery
met me, saying "Dan, I don't know what happened up there with Amy Jones,
and God's honest truth, I don't care. All I know is that she's not the
same person she was when I took over for her the other day. She's
happier, she smiles a lot more, she even joked with me a little bit.
Whatever you did, it was just what she needed. Thanks."

I smiled at him, and said "Tom, WE - me, Lucy, and the girls - talked to
her a little bit, and let her know that we were her friends. We showed
her that we cared about her, and that she was a good person, attractive
inside and out. There were a couple of rough spots we had to help her
through, but she hung in there, and we got them taken care of. All we
did, really, was let the real Amy out."

He looked at me curiously, and said "Well, whatever it was, it worked.
I, and all of her friends, appreciate it."

I shook his hand, and headed in to fill up the hole in my middle. A
different waitress, but this one too recognized my name. Somewhat shyly,
she asked for an autograph, which I gave her on one of the hotel menus.
Then I pointed out Agent Gallery, and told her he was a member of the
FBI. She was delighted to learn that, and promptly headed off to get his
autograph, too, surprising him and pleasing him at the same time. When
she'd left, he gave me a playful dirty look, then smiled and nodded his
thanks.

My meal done, this waitress was reluctant to accept a tip until I found
the right combination of cajolery and flattery to get her to take it.
Only then was I free to head out for my morning 'mission'.

After visiting a few used car dealerships, I realized that I wasn't
likely to find anything appropriate on a dealer's lot. I picked up a
newspaper, and looked it over. I found a few ads that seemed reasonable,
and with the help of one of the FBI agents navigating for me, starting
going through the ads as I checked out the different vehicles. I had it
down to a couple of possibilities when I pulled up to the address for
the next-to-last ad. It was a middle-aged couple looking to sell their
son's old car - a '57 Ford Fairlane. The boy had apparently lavished a
lot of attention and care on it - the body work was in good condition,
and the engine was positively flawless, purring like a kitten. Despite
showing it's age in a few spots, it was certainly a bit of reliable
transportation.

The couple and I haggled a little bit, and had almost stalemated when
the FBI agent with me addressed me by name to ask to speak with me
privately. A little ways away from the couple, he simply said that he
thought the car was worth what the couple was asking, but that he'd
called me away to see if a little time to think would help them come
down some. I turned so my back was toward them, and smiled at him before
thanking him for his thoughtfulness, and help. He solemnly nodded to me,
and we went back to where the couple was standing.

The man hesitated a moment, then asked me if I was the Dan Andrews
they'd heard about on the TV last night. I admitted that I was, and the
woman asked how they could be sure of that. The agent with me stepped
forward, and showed them his ID, then assured them that really was that
Dan Andrews.

The two of them looked fairly impressed and pleased, before the man
asked me why I was looking to buy their car. I told him about how I'd
found Mark in the park, and briefly told them his story before adding
that I was looking to help someone that just needed a chance to get
their feet back under them. The two of them shared a look, and the man
told me that he figured if I could spot crooks like the ones at
TechnoDynamics, he figured I could spot a good prospect, too. He
followed up by saying that they'd take my offer, and as their part to
help Mark get started, they'd pay the title transfer costs. I told them
I'd be happy to do it, but the woman spoke up, telling me "There's a lot
of folks that will hear about somebody like him, and just say 'That's
too bad'. Ain't many that'll do like you, and say 'Let me help'. We want
to do our share, too."

There wasn't anything for me to do but thank them. Both waved it off,
and the man asked me for Mark's name and address so he could get the
title taken care of. I gave him both, using the address of the apartment
I'd rented.

With that information, the man looked at me and said "Me and the Missus,
we got some of our retirement money in those folks. Been losing value,
these last few months. I was starting to think that maybe I needed to
sell it, but didn't want to lose money on the deal."

I smiled, and told him "Way I figure it, you're not the only one. But
with folks finding out that it was the head honchos stealing money from
the company, and the company going to get it's money back, I wouldn't be
surprised if it even went UP in value a little."

He got a thoughtful look at that, and thanked me - and I thanked him in
return for his help with Mark. He just waved it off, saying "Everybody
needs a hand sometime in their life. When I needed it, somebody gave it
to me. Now I'm just passing it along, same as what you're asking him to
do."

He went on to tell me that he'd get the title taken care of right away,
so that Mark could pick up the car later that afternoon. I counted out
the price of the car to him, and he handed me the keys before we shook
hands. I thanked them again, and the lady came forward to give me a hug,
then another to the agent with me - both embarrassing and pleasing him.

Back at the hotel, I found that Lucy and the girls were both down in the
pool - accompanied by a number of agents, some of whom were even in the
pool with them. I took the opportunity to call around before getting the
car insured, paying the first six months premium with my credit card.
That done, I made a call to the phone company, and got basic phone
service started, again paying the deposit with my credit card.

With nothing left but to get Mark to Jules' office that afternoon, I
headed down to watch Lucy and the youngsters in the pool. When I got
there, I found that they'd gotten a couple of guys and a girl to join
them, and had a rousing game of water volleyball going, FBI versus
Civilians. I watched as the game drew to a close - neither side was
cutting the other any slack, and it stayed close until the FBI people
finally managed to put one into the corner before Robyn could get to it.
The agents actually looked relieved to take a rest when my three climbed
out of the pool to sit at the table with me. All three dried off
carefully before hugging me, and giving me a kiss - Sandra and Robyn on
the cheek, Lucy full on the lips.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the agents around us smiling.

I quickly filled them in on how things had gone, and all three thought
it was nice of the couple to pay the title fees as a way of helping
Mark. Lucy in particular thought it was good of me to take care of
getting Mark set up with a phone, and paying the insurance on the car.
As she put it "I've been there. When you're just starting out like he
is, everything is more expensive, because you're just starting out. You
can't afford it, really, but you really don't have any choice. Now he's
got a chance to get going properly."

When Robyn's stomach growled, we all laughed with the realization that
it was about lunch time. The hotel staff was kind enough to let us order
from the café, and bring the food out to us by the pool. Only the agents
that had been in the pool accepted my offer to buy them something to
eat, too - even then, they ate lightly. I tried to tip the young man
that brought us our meal, but he wasn't having any, either. He did hold
still for Lucy, then Sandra and Robyn, to kiss him on the cheek before
he beat a hasty - if blushing - retreat.

We'd finished our lunch and were just sitting there watching the world
go by when Agent Gallery approached. I saw him stop a little distance
away, and waved for him to come on and join us. When he got close, I
invited him to sit down. He did, and after greeting the ladies, told me
"Clara's finally gotten enough confirmation to believe that old Benny is
going to leave you alone. Vinnie's brother made some noise about coming
after you, but Charlie talked him, and he decided he didn't want any of
YOUR kind of trouble. Tomorrow morning, we're going to reduce your
detail by about half. We'll still have some people with you, but they'll
be there more as a courtesy to make sure people don't bother you, than
with any expectation of trouble. They'll also be a lot more flexible, so
you can pretty much do what you want without having to worry about
them."

The four of us thanked him, and he paused a few moments before looking
at me to tell all of us "I wanted to take this chance to thank you. Not
just for bringing us in this case, but for how helpful and patient
you've been about the situation. I know that it couldn't have been fun
having all of us around all the time, and all four of you accepted it
with grace and tolerance that not many of our protectees show. You've
also done a helluva lot to bring up the morale of the protective details
that have been with you. Dan, you're a living example of what all of us
want to be like; and seeing you in action gives all of us a goal to work
toward. And all three of these young ladies are living reasons for why
we do what we do. As much as we have to watch out for people that we'd
just as soon not have to, watching the four of you gives us all the
proof we need to know that what we're doing is right, and gives us all
the reason we need to come in to work."

All three of the girls were more than a little misty-eyed at what he'd
said; even I felt a little lump in my throat at the sincerity he'd
expressed. When he stood up, the three of them quickly stood up too,
each giving him a solid hug and kiss. I stood up with them, and when
they'd finished, solemnly shook hands with him, telling him "Tom, I felt
better knowing that you and the others were there; it helped put my mind
at ease, and let me concentrate on what I needed to do. Make sure your
people know that I respect them, and appreciate their time and efforts
on my behalf."

He nodded solemnly, and took his leave of us.

When he'd gone, the four of us sat around for a little while, thinking
about what he'd said, before we started discussing going home. Robyn and
Sandra both smiled broadly when Lucy said she'd make the arrangements
for all four of us to fly back. Even I felt a little relief at the
prospect of having something resembling a life again - though I knew
that it wouldn't be completely normal until all of this had finally
blown over.

Looking at my watch, I realized that I needed to get going to collect
Mark and get him to Jules' offices. All three of them gave me another
hug and kiss before I left. As I left the pool, I heard Robyn challenge
the agents to a rematch; it made me want to stay around to see how
things turned out.

At the park, I found Mark anxiously waiting on one of the benches near
where we'd agreed to meet. When I got close, he saw me, and stood up,
saying "I was starting to worry that something had happened to you, or
that you'd changed your mind or something."

I smiled in reassurance, and told him "No, just had something important
come up."

I could see that he'd done everything he could to make as good an
impression as possible. He was clean and shaven; his pants and shirt
were simple work clothes, but clean and pressed. His boots were worn,
but he'd taken the time to clean them up thoroughly, and even tried to
put a shine on them.

Yeah, I figured, he wants this; he's going to turn out just fine.

He saw me looking him over, and started to get nervous. I reassured him,
telling him "It's okay, Mark. The guy I'm taking you to, he knows you've
had some hard times - he's not expecting you to show up in a suit. Just
be honest with him about what you know, and don't know, and everything
will be fine."

He nodded his understanding, and we talked as we headed for the car,
then to Jules' offices. As I was parking the car, Mark looked at the
sign for Jules' office, and said "I've heard of that guy. Mob family,
but word is, he's not in it, that he goes his own way. From what I've
seen, he'd pretty damn good."

We got out of the car, and when I headed for Jules' door, Mark suddenly
got nervous, saying "Here? You're gonna get me a job HERE? I don't know
anything about this stuff!"

I laughed, and told him "I'll bet you know more than you think. Besides,
that's what you're here for - to learn. Remember I told you you'd have
to learn a new job, but that it would still involve construction? Well,
this is it."

He looked at me skeptically, but followed me in. When I introduced
myself to the receptionist, she brightened considerably, and told us
Jules would be right with us. Then she got on the phone and let him know
we were there. In just a minute or so, Jules came out. He shook hands
with me, then when I introduced Mark, shook with him, too. He led us
back to his office, and when we'd sat down, asked if we wanted anything.
I was ready for a cup of coffee, and Mark followed my lead. Jules told
one of his people to bring us three cups, then sat behind his desk. He
looked Mark over, and finally said "I understand you had a run of bad
luck, and that you're looking for work. What did you do before?"

Hesitantly at first, Mark told him what he'd done up until his accident,
and mentioned some of the people that he'd worked for. Jules listened
patiently, and asked Mark to elaborate on a few points. When Mark was
done, Jules asked him what he'd done since the accident, and how he'd
gotten by. Mark didn't hesitate to tell him after I gave him a nod of
encouragement. Again, Jules listened patiently, nodding and asking a few
more questions.

When he'd finished, Jules told him "Sounds like you've had your share of
bad luck, and then some. But you didn't give up like a lot would. Tell
me what you think about architects and builders - and remember, I know
bullshit when I hear it. Tell me straight, okay?"

Mark looked at me again, I again nodded to him to go ahead. He took a
deep breath, and started out "Most builders are crooks. Not that they'll
actually cheat anybody; they'll just do as little as they can get away
with. Once something meets Code, they don't care if it would only cost a
nickel to do the job better and make the place last five, ten years
longer. Architects, they're pretty smart with book learning, but most of
them have never actually built anything - not with their own hands and
sweat, I mean. Usually, they give us these drawings for stuff and tell
us to build something a certain way. Then they won't listen when
somebody that actually does the work for living tries to tell them
there's a cheaper, faster way of doing the same thing. They trust
contractors and builders too much, and the worker bees not enough."

Visibly nervous when he was finished, Mark took a sip of his coffee
before Jules replied by saying "That's about what I figured. You DO know
more than you think you do, at least, about the stuff that matters to
me. I can use you, to start, as general office help. That means that
you'll spend a lot of time filling out forms and learning the trade from
THIS end of things. But I expect you to learn the rest of it too - why
us architects do what we do, and what all is involved in creating the
plans that you guys work from. And you'll be going out on jobs with me.
You'll be the only one in here that's seen this stuff from the other
side, so you know what we really need to watch for. You're going to be
spending a lot of time getting 'book learning'; but with what you
already know, I don't think you'll have much trouble with it. I can
start you at fifteen hundred a month; you'll go up from there as fast as
you can learn, okay?"

Mark could only sit there staring for a few moments before remembering
to nod his head in agreement.

Jules asked him "When can you start? You got a place to stay? You need
wheels or anything?"

Mark opened his mouth to answer, but I was ready for the questions,
telling Jules "Yeah, he's got a place to stay. He'll be picking up his
wheels this afternoon. He can start whenever it's convenient for you."

Jules laughed, and said "Convenient for me was three months ago, but
tomorrow will do."

Looking over at Mark, who was staring at me, Jules asked "You didn't
know, did you? That you had a place to stay, or a car?"

Mark just shook his head, his eyes never leaving me.

Jules laughed again, and said "It's okay. He does shit like that. I'll
bet he didn't tell you that I pretty much owe him my life, did he?"

That got Marks attention, and he turned back to listen as Jules told him
"I used to drive helicopters. One of 'em decided 'fuck it, I don't wanna
fly no more', and down she goes in a place where the folks on the ground
aren't too friendly. I'm thinking, okay, now I'm seriously fucked; what
I didn't know was that Uncle Sam, he sent this son of a bitch to bail me
out. It got some kinda interesting, but this guy and some of his
buddies, they brought me back, all safe and sound - not even a scratch
on me. If it wasn't for them - HIM - I'd probably be worm chow
someplace."

Jules went on, saying "He said he thought all you needed was a chance,
and asked me to have a look. He was right - he usually is - and now I've
got somebody that I could have used three, four months ago. Listen,
don't sweat it. He helps people he figures deserve the HELP. He don't do
shit for anyone he figures is just looking to suck tit. Me, I can see
that you've had a hard time - the way you walk, I can see you got hurt
pretty bad. But you showed up here in the best you got, ready to give it
your best shot. You didn't try to bullshit me, and that counts for a LOT
with me. When my shit was weak, he helped me out - well, truth be told,
he saved my ass. Now, with you, he's doing it again. Damned if I know
how many else there are, or will be. But he did me a good turn, and now
I pay him back by doing a good turn for somebody else. I expect you'll
do the same thing, when you get a chance. That's how it works with him -
help somebody, and have them pass it along when they can. It don't
matter how much money you spend on it; all that counts is that you give
it your BEST. He trusts people to be honest enough to know when they're
doing that - and from what I've seen, he's a pretty good judge of who to
help. So take his help, get yourself going again, and when the time
comes, do your part for someone else."

Mark nodded to him, then turned to look at me again. I just told him
"That's the deal I offered you in the park, right?"

He nodded, and said "Thanks isn't enough, but it's all I have to offer
right now. But when I can, I'll pay the next person, with interest."

"That's all I ask", I told him.

Jules just sat there, a big shit-eating grin on his face when he told
Mark "Great. I'll see you in the morning, eight o'clock. We usually work
weekdays, eight to five, hour lunch. We've got a breakroom with a
microwave and fridge if you want to bring your lunch. What you're
wearing will do until payday - tenth and twenty-fifth, to beat the bank
crowds; after that, I'll expect to see you dressed like the rest of us -
casual, but professional, right?"

Mark voiced his understanding, and stood up when I did. Jules got up and
led us to an office where he told the woman behind the desk "Shirley,
this is Mark Sellers. He's starting tomorrow, so if you could have the
paperwork ready for him in the morning, I'd appreciate it. He's starting
at fifteen hundred a month, salaried. If he needs an advance on salary,
he's good to half a month, repaid over six paychecks. Anything else,
just ask me or him, right?"

Shirley nodded her understanding, and Jules left us with her. She turned
to Mark and asked him for the information she'd need to get him started.
She also gave him an employment application to fill out and return the
next morning. She was polite and friendly the whole time, even when she
asked if he needed an advance. Mark looked at me, and I shook my head
'no', which was the answer he gave her. When she had all the information
she needed, she welcomed him to the company, and asked if we needed to
see Jules again. I told her that I didn't think so, and she showed us
the way out.

Back outside, I could see that Mark was stunned at the change in his
circumstances.

Back in the car, I asked where he'd stayed the night before. He gave me
the name of a place, and then directed me to it - a run-down hotel that
rented rooms for just a few dollars a night. He explained that he'd
stayed there the night before so he could have a secure place to keep
his stuff while he got cleaned up. I assured him that he'd done the
right thing, and he went in to collect his things - coming back out with
a worn knapsack and a couple of small trashbags. From the hotel, we
headed to the apartment I'd gotten for him; his eyes got big when I
handed him the key, and he realized it was HIS. He quickly put his stuff
away, and quickly memorized his phone number when I told him that he had
phone service; when the couple that owned it came out, I introduced them
to each other. The old man and woman welcomed him, saying that he must
be the friend I'd rented the place for the previous day. After they'd
gotten to know each other a little, I explained that we still had a few
errands to run, but that he'd be back in a little while. Both welcomed
him again, before heading into their house to let us get on our way.

The next stop was the college, where we got Mark signed up for some
beginning courses he could take in the evenings. We only did a couple of
classes, so that all his time wouldn't be taken up - I understood the
importance of having 'down' time too well. I paid his admission and
tuition fees, then we made a stop at the bookstore to get his textbooks
and other supplies.

From there, it was off to pick up his car. The lady was waiting for us,
her husband having headed off to his job. She had the title ready, and
invited us in for a cup of coffee and a slice of pie, which we both
accepted. When we'd finished, she patted Mark on the hand, and told him
"Young man, I think Mr. Andrews here was right. I know you had some hard
times, but I think you're going to do just fine. I can see you're a
hardworking man, and I'm sure my husband will be glad to know we were
able to help you get going again."

Mark thanked her, and she gave both of us a peck on the cheek by way of
a goodbye. Outside, I told Mark that I'd had to tell them why I was
buying their car after they found out who I was. He nodded his
understanding, and thanked me. I handed him the keys to the car, and the
paperwork the insurance company had faxed to me. He got in and started
it up. I told him that the first six months insurance were paid for, and
that it had a full tank of gas. I went on to tell him that I knew it
wasn't fancy, and he answered that all he needed was a reliable way to
get around, and that this would do just fine - trying to hide the tears
in his eyes.

He followed me back to the hotel, and waited patiently in the lobby
while I went up to get Lucy and the girls. When I told them who was
waiting to have supper with us, they quickly got ready, and the four of
us headed back downstairs. When we got off the elevator, Lucy whispered
to me "I remember what he looked like in the park. That's quite a change
in him, Dan."

I whispered back "Yeah, amazing what a little dose of self-respect and a
little good luck will do, isn't it?"

"I don't think luck has much to do with it, at all - I think it was you,
more than anything else." She answered.

When we got close, I introduced them to each other, and the five of us
headed for the hotel restaurant. As we started in, Lucy could see that
Mark was nervous, and I heard her whisper to him "It's okay, Mark. We'll
show you what to do", calming him considerably. When we'd been shown a
table, Robyn and Sandra didn't hesitate to sit next to him, making
conversation with him as though he was somebody they simply hadn't seen
for a long time. With the realization that he was a welcome guest, he
relaxed considerably, though he was careful to watch what the rest of us
did, and follow our lead.

When the meal was over, he helped Sandra, then Robyn, with their chairs
as I did with Lucy. The five of us left the restaurant, and back out in
the lobby, he told me "Mr. Andrews, I want to thank you. You've done a
lot for me today. Not just the job and the apartment and the car and all
that, but you've treated me like a human being - you and these lovely
ladies, that is. It's been a while since anybody looked at me like
anything but a bum sitting under a tree, and I've got you to thank for
it. I want to promise you, right here and now, that you won't be sorry
for giving me a chance."

Lucy looked at him, and said "Mark, I know Dan, and I know he's a good
judge of people. There isn't a doubt in my mind that you'll do just what
you said. And it was my pleasure to have your company with us for
supper."

Here, Sandra chipped in, telling him "Yeah, we're glad you were with us
tonight.", with Robyn adding "Yeah - you're nice to talk to!". I made
eye contact with Lucy, and she got the message, telling the girls that
they needed to get back up to the room. When they'd gone, I pulled out a
couple of hundred dollars, and handed it to Mark, telling him "Here, use
this to get yourself some groceries. Tonight you should get some new
clothes so you fit in a little better, too. Nobody would say anything,
but I know you wouldn't be very comfortable, either. Payday is only a
week away, and if I know Jules, you'll get paid for the full two weeks.
If not, don't be afraid to ask for an advance. You'll get it, without
anybody saying anything - Jules doesn't work that way, and I know he
wouldn't have people that did, either."

He nodded, and accepted the money. I added my business card, and said "I
know it's going to be some time before you catch your breath - you're
going to be kinda busy for a while. But when you get the chance, drop me
a line and let me know how things are going, okay?"

Again, I could see him blinking away tears as he nodded before sticking
his hand out. I shook with him, and his grip let me know how much he
appreciated the chance he'd been given. I patted him on the shoulder and
wished him well as he headed for the door. I watched as he left, and
when he got to the door, he turned and gave me a small salute before
leaving.

When I got back to 'my' room, I hadn't any more than closed the door
behind me when I was ambushed by three crying females. It was a few
minutes before they could start taking turns telling me how happy they
were, and how proud of me they felt for me helping Mark get on his feet
again. When the waterworks finally dried up, the four of us retired to
my bed to watch a movie on TV while we cuddled.

The next morning started out slow and easy. About ten o'clock, I got a
call from Clara, telling me that the news conference had been scheduled
for three o'clock, and asking if I could be there a half hour early. I
agreed, and let her know that Lucy had agreed to be there with me, but
would answer only a few questions. Clara thanked me, and that ended the
conversation.

The four of us were ready to head out for lunch when I got another phone
call from Jules.

"Boomer, you'll never guess what happened."

"Okay, since I'll never guess, why don't you just tell me?"

"Mark showed up this morning - no surprise there - but he did it a half
hour early. Dressed in different clothes, and packing a sack lunch. He's
got his paperwork ready, Shirley's got him in and out in record time.
He's carrying around this notebook in his pocket, writing stuff down
while he pays attention to everything. He's asking questions right and
left, like you'd hope a new employee would. He talked with my engineers
for a while, and they tell me he's definitely got his head on straight.
I showed him where he'd be working, and the first thing out of his mouth
is 'What do you want me to do first?'. It's lunchtime, and he's in there
eating while he reads an algebra book. Somebody got him signed up for
some college courses; school hasn't even started yet, and he's already
in there studying for crying out loud. If his grades are as good as I
think they'll be, I'll pay his expenses until he gets a degree. Anybody
asks him, he's willing to help - he don't care what they want. I'm
telling you, Boomer, you find any more 'bums' out there, you send 'em to
me first, okay?"

"Sounds like he's off to a good start, then."

"Good? Hell, he's off to a great start. Boomer, I thought I was gonna
get to pay you back a little on this, but it just looks like I owe you
another one. He's asking good questions, and paying attention to the
answers. I admit, I tried to trip him up, told him to do something a
different way than I told him the first time. He hears me through, and
when I'm done, tells me 'you said to do it this way last time', repeats
what I'd said before. Then he asks me 'I think either way would work,
but which is best? Which way do you want me to do it?' I tell him, and
that's how he does it, each and every time. He runs into a snag, he asks
somebody how to fix it. I'm telling you, I wish I had a couple more of
him, at least."

I laughed, and said "Hell, Guido, they're out there. Not all of them as
good as Mark sounds, but I'll bet they'd give it a hell of a try. Give
them a chance, and see how it works out. Worst thing happens, you don't
keep them past a probationary period."

"You ever screw up, Boomer?"

"Sometimes. When I do, it's a beauty, though."

He laughed, and said "I don't know if I'd want to be around for
something like that - but it's nice to know you make mistakes, too!"

I laughed with him, and after we said our goodbyes, headed out to lunch.
By the time we'd finished, it was time to head for the FBI offices. It
occurred to me to fake a flat tire or something, then I realized that
even if I did have a flat, there'd be FBI agents right on the spot to
help out.

We got there a couple minutes before the time Clara had asked, and a
couple of agents met us outside and escorted us in through a side
entrance to avoid the media crowd. Inside, we were led to the large
conference room that had been set up. Inside, Clara told Lucy and I
where we'd be sitting. Next to me, I heard a man say "Hey, Freddie, get
a shot of the teenyboppers. Maybe we can use it later."

I turned to him and said "I don't think the young ladies are part of the
story. Why not leave them out of it?"

He gave me a dirty look, and said "Listen, jack, I decide what's news
and what isn't. Now get the fuck outta my face."

Something about his tone and attitude just set me off, and I think
everyone but me was surprised when he found himself pressed against the
wall, my hand around his throat as he turned an interesting shade of
purple.

I told him "Listen, cheesedick - who you think you are doesn't mean shit
to me. If your momma didn't teach you manners, I damn sure can. Got it?"

Behind me, I heard Clara say "Ease up on him, Dan. That's Gus Kenney,
lead muckraker for a local independent. They're the last ones that would
have him."

I loosened my grip a bit, and as the purple faded, Clara said "Well,
Gus, I see you still know how to win enemies and influence people. You
must not have paid any attention to the background info we sent out. If
you had, you'd know that the man with your life LITERALLY in his hands
is none other than Dan Andrews, the hero of the hour. You'd also know
that Dan is formerly of the Special Forces, and TAUGHT unarmed combat."

The little weasel visibly paled at that, and Clara went on "And if you'd
shown up when we asked you to, instead of twenty minutes late, you'd
have heard us ask the media to respect the privacy of some of the people
involved - most notably, a couple of young LADIES with Dan, here. Of
course, I know that you don't have any idea of what a LADY is, but I'm
sure your cameraman could have explained it to you."

Seeing that his attitude had changed, I let go of his throat, which he
started rubbing. It took him a couple tries, but he finally got some of
his self-importance back and sputtered "I... I'm going to SUE, dammit!
That was a violation of the First Amendment! And assault! With a deadly
weapon!"

Clara just laughed, and told him "*I didn't see anything, Gus. Did any
of the rest of you?"

Gus and I looked around, and all we could see was the grins of the other
news people. Clearly, Gus had earned himself quite a following. When I
turned back to look at him, Gus stared at me a moment, then said
"Freddie, you go that on tape, right?"

Beside me, I head Freddie open up the camera, then felt him press
something into my hand - a video tape. A moment later, I heard him
reload the camera, before telling Gus "No, Gus. Nothing happened."
Behind me, I heard several cameras going into action - Freddie quietly
told me "Don't worry. They're rewinding, to make sure they tape over the
girls - and anything else."

With the realization that he didn't have any more cards to play, Gus all
but collapsed inward on himself, and started edging for the back of the
crowd. People made way for him as though he were a leper - which, I
suppose, he was. I turned to the news people, and nodded my thanks.
Every one of them smiled in return.

Clara broke the remaining tension by telling the news people "In
addition to his obvious good taste" - they laughed at that - "Dan also
has a Masters degree in computer science from M.I.T. It goes well with
the degrees he got from Princeton in Mathematics and Philosophy, and the
medals he earned as the leader of a team that was the prototype for the
Delta Force." That last part resulted in a few murmurs, and several of
them giving me a closer look.

Clara went on to introduce Lucy, who got a wolf whistle from somewhere
in the back. Clara laughed, and said "Don't get any ideas - she's
engaged to Dan!" A moment later, we all laughed when someone said "Uh,
never mind!"

When the laughter died down, Clare told them "*FOR BACKGROUND ONLY" -
the magic phrase that said "hands off!" in media-speak - "the two young
ladies that Dan is so protective of are Robyn" - she smiled and gave
everyone a little wave - "who is Lucy's daughter, and Sandra" - she
smiled and waved, too - "who is Robyn's friend." I noticed that the
camera people went so far as to point their cameras at the floor while
Robyn and Sandra were being introduced. Lucy saw it, too, and squeezed
my hand under the table we were sitting at.

Clara continued by telling them "In a gesture of goodwill, they've
agreed to be present at this conference. Lucy has agreed to answer a FEW
questions; when she's done, let it go, okay folks? Dan has indicated
that he's willing to answer them until his patience runs out. That would
be a good time to stop." she told them, to general laughter.

When the laughter faded, she told them "Actually, Dan and the rest have
been surprisingly patient with all that's happened to them. We were
concerned about possible involvement by organized crime, and had
assigned them a protective detail. They've been very cooperative with
the detail members, and shown great patience with having to live their
lives in something of a fishbowl. At our people's request, Dan here made
a pass through our combat pistol range. His expert pistol rating in the
Army served him well - he set a new course record on his FIRST and ONLY
try. A record, by the way, that was set by one of the members of his
protective detail. We've already made available to you a brief
description of what happened in this case, and approximately when. One
of my agents will be handing out additional information on Dan and Lucy.
We ask that you do NOT ask about any security arrangements or
precautions, for obvious reasons. That said, we'll open the floor to
questions."

The first was a reporter from a local paper, who asked Lucy "Ma'am? What
was it that got you here in the first place?"

Lucy briefly told them that one of her company's clients had requested
an audit; she went on to explain what had happened that had gotten her
concerned enough to contact me.

Next was a TV journalist, who asked me "Mr. Andrews, is it true that you
had to show the FBI's people how to see what you'd found, and explain it
to them?"

I told him that the FBI had a fine technical department, but that not
all of their experts could be everyplace at once; the people I'd dealt
with had been skilled professionals that simply didn't have the time or
resources to stay on top of everything.

I caught the next question, too, when a reporter asked about my military
background. I told him what I could, and when he tried to press for
more, I told him that he'd have to ask the people in charge - I was just
a line grunt that did as I was told. He got the message, but didn't like
it.

For nearly an hour it went like that - Lucy catching a few questions,
but most of them being directed at me. I was getting tired of it when
Clara and I locked eyes. She understood, and jumped in to tell them
"Okay, folks, one last question, then we have to call it a day, okay?"

There was a brief clamor before one of the print guys managed to make
himself heard "Mr. Andrews, how much are you being paid for what you
did? From the information, the FBI is crediting you with the recovery of
over three hundred million dollars."

The rest of them quickly quieted down to hear me answer him "I'm being
paid a percentage of the money recovered."

"What percentage is that, sir?"

I smiled, and told him "That's for the people signing the check to say.
Ask them."

Lucy and I stood up then, and at the request of some of the
photographers, assumed a couple of poses for them. Then Clara got in on
the action for another round of photos. But all of it stopped dead when
Robyn and Sandra left their places at the side and moved to join Lucy
and me.

As we were leaving, I told them "Thanks, folks.", and heard one of them
reply "Thank YOU, Mr. Andrews."

As we were making our way out, Clara told me "Thank you, Dan, for
answering the questions about our people the way you did. You could have
made us look like a bunch of bumbling fools, but you didn't, and we
appreciate it."

I told her "Clara, you've got damn good people here. I'm not going to
shaft them for anyone."

By that time, we'd reached the door we came in, and Clara wished us a
safe trip home. The news people were still bunched up at the front of
the building, so the four of us were able to make our escape unnoticed.
On the way back, I suggested that we might want to stay in our room that
night; Lucy and the girls understood immediately, and quickly agreed. At
Sandra's suggestion, we made a quick stop at a convenience store to load
up on snacks and munchies, then continued back to the hotel.

We'd been in our rooms only a couple of minutes when the early news came
on - featuring the news conference as the lead story. The network news
followed, and we were again the top story. Back to the evening news,
where we again got top billing. The phone rang, and I answered it, half-
afraid of who it might be, and what they'd want. Lucy was listening in
when we heard Muddy say "Damn, Boomer, but you're some kind of ugly on
TV!"

I laughed, and told him "I don't understand it, Muddy - I'm just so cute
in person!", and hearing him laugh in response. Lucy just sat next to
me, grinning.

When he stopped chuckling, Muddy told me "Boomer, I knew you were into
something serious when all those FBI people showed up. Didn't know it
was gonna get this serious, they go showing your face on TV like that."

"Well, they had to have somebody to push out in front of the cameras,
and you know how MY luck runs."

He sniggered, and asked "All those FBI people that was watching out for
you - what are you doing to take care of them?"

I told him that Clara had told me about their Emergency Fund, and that
I'd be making a contribution to it. He asked if I had anything in mind
for my protective detail, and I told him I wanted to, but hadn't thought
of anything yet.

He sighed, and said "Damn fool. You send 'em on out here, and I'll take
care of them for you."

I thought it over, and told him "Only if I can pay for it."

And the argument started.

It finally ended when I told him "Dammit, Muddy! I swear to God, I'll
give every last one of them a McDonalds gift certificate before I send a
single one of them out there for you to feed!"

There was dead silence on the line for several seconds before we heard
him say "And you would, too, wouldn't you?"

"Damn right. Muddy, it was US they were watching out for, and it's damn
well gonna be ME that thanks them. If you want to help, that's fine, but
I'M covering the tab on this one. This one's MY payback, not yours."

We heard him sigh, and he gave in, telling me "Okay, Boomer, this one's
yours. You find out how many, and write me a check, and I'll take care
of them when they get here."

"You've got a deal, Muddy. But I'm telling you right now, if you don't
cash the check, I'll come back here and kick your ass, you got it?"

He laughed, and said "You know, I think you could, too. You're right
tough, for a white boy. Best pack a lunch, though."

"Lunch, my ass. I'd be packing everything I could carry.", I answered,
laughing.

He told me to be careful, and I assured him I would; that ended the
conversation.

Lucy looked at me, and asked "Did the two of you ever actually get into
a fight?"

"Nope. We liked each other too much, and neither one of us wanted to
know how it would turn out." I told her, and getting a grin in response.

With a way of paying back the protective detail, I felt a little more
comfortable, and made a mental note to get the necessary info from Clara
the next day, and to make arrangements to let the protective detail know
how to collect.

There weren't any more calls that night, and nobody bothered us - I
think all of us were grateful for the peace and quiet. But I think we
also knew that it wasn't going to last; that we were going to get
swamped, one way or another.

Any way, with a couple of good movies to watch, we spent the rest of the
evening quietly. Except for the popcorn fight, and eating too much junk
food. When it got late, we just undressed on the bed and threw all our
clothes to the floor. We fell asleep where we were at when the mood
struck us.

The next morning, I woke up to find Lucy laying there, watching me as I
slept. I gave her a questioning look, and she just smiled, saying "I was
thinking about what you said to Muddy last night, about being so cute. I
know you were joking, but it got me thinking while I was looking at you.
You're not cute. Mel Gibson is cute. What you are is handsome, in a
rough, simple way. I can look at you, and see what you're going to look
like in twenty or thirty years, and you're still going to look pretty
much the same. What makes you handsome is the way you look at people,
and the strength people can see in your face. I can look at you, and SEE
that you're an honest person; and that you're absolutely FAIR, for good
or bad."

I moved forward to kiss her, and when I was done, she put her hands on
my face to hold it steady. She looked at me that way for several minutes
before pulling my head down to give me a kiss that let me know how very
much she loved me.

The kiss ended slowly, and even when our lips finally parted, we
continued to look into each other's eyes for a bit longer. Finally, Lucy
asked me "Coffee?"; I nodded, and started to get up, but she pushed me
back down before saying "Stay there. You've been busy enough the last
few days. Let me do something that would make ME happy, okay?"

I smiled my agreement, and watched as she got up, then moved over to
where the coffeemaker was. Watching her firm ass clench and unclench as
she moved around, and how her breasts would sway in time with her
movements soon had me sporting an erection. When she turned around and
saw it, she got an impish grin, and asked "You want some help with
that?"

I grinned at her, and told her "Nope. Just saluting a very pretty, very
sexy, lady." - and making her dimple a bit when she smiled.

When the coffee was ready, she brought me a cup, then sat next to me
with her own. Together, we sat and looked at the beautiful sight Robyn
and Sandra presented us as they lay there holding each other in their
sleep.

When Lucy brought us each a second cup, the smell must have been enough
to cut through the fog for the two youngsters: first Robyn, then Sandra
opened their eyes, smiled a good morning to us, and proceeded into a
stretch that left them creaking - something that Lucy and I could easily
hear.

Sandra climbed onto my lap, and Robyn took station on Lucy's, and each
of them took our coffee long enough to take a couple of sips before
handing it back. With the cobwebs gone, both of them moved to lean
against us as we put an arm around them. Sandra protested slightly when
I patted her on the butt to get her off my lap, but readily took a
position tucked into Lucy's side. The three of them watched as I made my
way toward the bathroom; as I got close, I heard Robyn say "Dibs on a
shower with Dan!".

I turned and told her it would be a minute, and she just grinned at me
as I closed the door. When I opened it again, she was right there
waiting for me, and took charge of making sure the shower was the right
temperature and so on. When everything was ready, she took me by the
hand and led me into the tub before closing the door behind her. Every
time I'd start to do something for myself, she'd insist on doing it for
me. She only repented when I pointed out that if she was going to shower
WITH me, then that meant she'd have to shower, too - and washing her was
something I was still in charge of. With a happy smile, she turned
control of the soap over to me. She stood there, happy to have my touch
on her as I first soaped her down, then rinsed her off. When I was done,
she resumed command, and led the way out of the shower. She then dried
me off - and let me dry her off in return. The whole time, our contact
with each other was that of gentle loving, not sexual; and brought us
closer together in our hearts.

When we got out of the bathroom, we found that the TV had been turned on
to one of the morning shows. I thought I was going to get through it
without seeing myself on TV, but it was not to be.

After giving Robyn and I a kiss each, Lucy and Sandra headed in for
their own shower. While they were in there, I put a call in to the FBI
office, and was quickly put in touch with Clara. When she answered, I
told her that I had a couple of quick questions. She told me to go
ahead, and I first asked her how many people had been on protective
detail for me. She put me on hold for a few seconds, then came back to
tell me that there had been sixty-three agents assigned to us, at one
point or other. My next question was to ask her what the current balance
of the Emergency Fund was. She put me on hold again, for a little longer
before coming back to tell me that the current balance was seventeen
thousand dollars. She went on to tell me that most of the time, it
ranged between roughly ten and twenty-five thousand, depending on what
had been happening. She followed that by letting me know that in a
typical year, they drew roughly forty thousand dollars out of it, for
various reasons. I thanked her, and she assured me it was her pleasure.
I could tell she was curious, but determined not to ask me any
questions.

I did some quick calculations, and decided that what it would cost to
feed the protective detail was within my budget - before I got paid for
the most recent job I'd done. That settled, I called my accountant back
home, and gave him instructions to get a certified check to Muddy as
soon as he could. He'd been watching television, and knew what I'd done.
I told him what my fee was going to be, and I thought he'd passed out
when he didn't respond for a long time. When he did, he only asked if I
was sure I wanted him to continue to be my accountant. I assured him
that I did - I knew him, and trusted him, and he'd proven himself to be
a big help.

He thanked me, and said that he'd get started planning on how to deal
with it. I thanked him, and ended the conversation.

About that time, Lucy and Sandra came out of the shower to join Robyn
and me on the bed to watch some more television. The three of them never
seemed to tire of hearing about what all had happened, and seeing my
picture appear.

When it got close to lunchtime, I called the number that Amy had left
us. She answered the phone, and quickly assured me that the invitation
was still good. We quickly settled on a time for the four of us to show
up, and she told me she'd be waiting for us.

Next on the agenda was to make arrangements for all the stuff we'd
bought to be shipped home. The concierge was more than happy to help
out, politely refusing any offer any of us made to him to pay for his
time and trouble. He finally agreed to a kiss from Lucy and each of the
girls, and a handshake from me.

The last thing to do was to pay our bill, and figure out how to get out
of the hotel with as little fuss as possible. The hotel politely
informed us that Lucy's boss had called and said that every charge for
all three rooms was to be billed to their company credit card, no matter
what anyone else said. They were disappointed that we were planning to
check out - not because of the loss of room rentals, but because it was
US leaving.

That settled, I spoke to the head of the remaining detail assigned to
us, and told him what we were wanting to do. He readily pledged his
support, and helped work out a plan. When the hotel staff learned what
we were planning, they insisted on helping - every one of them thought
it a great adventure to help get one past all the media people that were
getting in the way. Together with the FBI agents, they came up with a
plan that sounded like something from a spy novel - but it was so
simple, so painfully obvious, that I was sure it would work.

Lucy, Robyn, Sandra, and I spent the rest of our time in the hotel
getting packed, and ready for the trip to see Amy. We'd be leaving all
our luggage, except for a single small overnight type bag each, in the
hotel. The next morning, the luggage would be sent to the airport in
time for our departure; all of our purchases would be carefully packaged
up and shipped to us. The press, of course, would notice all the
activity, but we'd already be gone to parts unknown.

At the appointed time, the four of us left the rooms, and took the
elevator down a couple of floors. There, the maintenance people opened
up the freight elevator for us, and took us down to the basement. There,
each of us was hidden in a laundry cart, and wheeled onto a large
delivery van from their linen supplier. The van would take the regular
route to the linen service, but make a small detour a few blocks before
it got there, where one of the FBI agents would be waiting to take us to
yet another location to meet Amy, who would actually take us back to her
apartment. While all this was happening, the remaining hotel staff and
assorted agents would be doing everything they could to distract and
confuse whatever media types they ran across. All along the way, we
thanked everyone that helped us; their uniform response was that it was
their pleasure to help us out, and thanking US.

The whole thing went off without a hitch. A couple of newspaper people
followed the van for a little while, but when it became 'obvious' that
it was just taking the regular route, they gave up and went back to the
hotel. One of the TV people stumbled across us, but was quickly left
behind by the expert counter-surveillance training the FBI people had.
We were all by ourselves when the agent delivered us to Amy. All of us
thanked him, and he just smiled, saying that it was worth it to put one
over on the 'newsies'.

Amy did a few tricks of her own, taking us to her apartment, just to
make sure nobody was with us. The place she finally took us to was a
small cluster of a few duplex apartments of obviously varying sizes. I
think all four of us were surprised when she pulled up in front of one
of the larger units, saying "Well, here we are - home!" She led us
inside, and showed us where we could put our bags, before leading us
into the living room - a rather sizeable one, with a fireplace in one
corner. Lucy asked her about it, and Amy laughed, telling us that the
owners had given her a break on the rent, figuring that having an FBI
agent on the premises would reduce the amount of trouble from the other
tenants. She grinned when she told us "They told me straight out: having
a babe with a badge and a gun was bound to do something positive for the
place. The only problem we ever had was with a guy that was living in
one of the other apartments when I moved in. He found out fast enough
that I was an FBI agent, and that didn't seem to bother him too much.
But when he saw the weird hours I have to keep sometimes, I think he
figured there was too much chance of getting caught at whatever he was
up to, and he moved out. The people that took his place are a younger
couple with the cutest baby. All my neighbors kind of watch out for each
other, and they actually LIKE me having such weird hours - they figure
it keeps the burglars and such away, not knowing when I'll be here and
when I won't."

Robyn asked "Won't having all of us here cause you any problems?"

Amy told her "No, it won't. Actually they've learned what I do for the
Bureau, and the news of the last couple of days let them know what was
up when I told a couple of them that I was going to let some people
'hide out' with me tonight. They already know who you are, and they
think I'm just being a good agent by keeping you here, away from the
press. They positively think it's great - kind of like spy stuff, only
not dangerous.

Just don't be surprised if there are more than a couple of window drapes
pulled back when you leave tomorrow - they won't be able to resist
looking at who I've been hiding out. In the mean time, they won't bother
anyone - they think this is 'business' for me, and they don't want to
interfere."

When Sandra asked, Amy was happy to give us a tour of the place - a
large living room that we'd already been in, a dining area, the modern
well-equipped kitchen, a small laundry area, a positively HUGE bedroom,
and adjoining large bathroom with spa tub. It was an apartment solely by
virtue of sharing a kitchen wall with the apartment next door, a smaller
version of the one we were in, according to Amy. We also met her cat, J.
Edgar, who deigned to sniff at us before going back to sleep. Sad to say
for the cat, there was a noticeable resemblance.

She asked if we wanted anything to drink, and I asked if she had any
beer. She nodded, and Lucy said that it sounded good to her, too. Robyn
and Sandra expressed an interest, and when I nodded my approval to Amy,
got one to share.

We headed into Amy's living room, where Lucy and I sat at opposite ends
of the couch while Robyn and Sandra found places on the fireplace
hearth. When Amy came in, she got surprisingly shy on us, and Lucy had
to physically move her over to sit on my lap. When all I did was put my
arm around her, she visibly relaxed. The five of us sat around talking
for a good hour - mostly it was me, Lucy, and Amy talking, but Robyn and
Sandra joined in occasionally, too. Finally, it was Robyn that dared to
ask "Amy? We've been here over an hour, now, and you still haven't
kissed any of us. Don't you still like us?"

Amy turned to look at Lucy, then me. I just told her "She's right. It
has been over an hour. When you sat down, you acted like you were afraid
I was going to suck your brains out through your ears or something.
What's up?"

She hesitated a few moments, then admitted "The other day, after I was
with you in your room, one of the other agents said something to me
about what good friends we'd become. It came so close after what we'd
done that it made me kind of jumpy; I still haven't shaken it, really."

"Didn't Tom Gallery say something to you even before that?" I asked.

Amy nodded, and said "Yeah, he told me that I looked like I'd had a
pleasant day off. I knew HE knew, but he's Tom, and I know him pretty
good. This other guy, he was somebody that's only been with us about six
months, and I still wasn't sure about him."

"Is there any reason to believe that he meant anything by it? I mean,
was he smirking or anything? Did he say it like he knew what you'd done?
Or was it just a casual observation, like 'the sun is out today'?"

She thought back on it a bit, and finally admitted "No, it sounded just
like a passing comment, like you said. He wasn't smiling or leering or
anything like that."

"Then you've been nervous with us this evening just because of a passing
comment by someone you don't think you know well enough; a comment that
probably just came a little too soon after you'd enjoyed some pleasant
time with us."

She finally grinned at me, and admitted "Yeah, something like that.
Okay, so maybe I'm just having a relapse or something, okay?"

Here, Lucy chipped in by saying "Well, Doctor Dan, if the patient is
having a relapse, then the only solution is another treatment, don't you
think?"

"Indeed it is, Nurse Lucy. Nurse Robyn and Nurse Sandra, prepare the
patient, if you would!"

Robyn and Sandra both grinned as they got up and came over to where Amy
was still sitting on my lap. First Sandra, then Robyn prepared her by
giving her a kiss - full on the lips, and as inviting as they could make
it. When they were done, I said "Nurse Lucy, I do believe the patient is
beginning to respond. The next stage of the treatment, if you please."

Lucy quickly moved over to sit next to me before gently pulling Amy's
head down to give her another kiss - this one just as inviting and
passionate as what Robyn and Sandra had just given. Only Lucy added her
own touch. Literally, by reaching out to cup one of Amy's breasts in her
hand before running her thumb across it's nipple - making it visibly
stick out from the light blouse that Amy was wearing. By the time their
kiss ended, Amy was panting slightly, and starting to show a little
flush on her face and shoulders. Lucy turned to me and said "Doctor Dan,
it seems the patient is ready for the final stage of treatment."

Amy couldn't help grinning as I said "Very well. Nurses, I'll be taking
the patient to the operating room. If you could prep her while I get
ready to operate?"

All three giggled, and stood up to follow me when I got up to carry Amy
into the bedroom, where I placed her on the bed. Lucy, Robyn, and Sandra
went about undressing her as I stood at the foot of the bed, taking my
own clothes off. They weren't the slightest bit reluctant to fondle and
molest anything that interested them. I took my time, so that they were
done well ahead of me, with Amy well-aroused from all the groping they'd
done. Amy's eyes locking on my semi-erect penis as I made my way toward
her, then climbed onto the bed with her. She readily spread her legs to
make room for me as I moved over her, then welcomed me as I started
kissing her.

I felt the nubbins of her nipples harden against my chest as her arousal
grew with each kiss. I let my kisses extend across her entire head and
shoulders, then started moving down her body. When her breasts came
within range, I gave each a tongue bath before taking each of her
nipples into my mouth and sucking it to full hardness. When I left them
to continue my journey down her body, Lucy and Sandra each fastened
their lips around one of her nipples to continue what I'd started. A
brief pit stop (pun intended) at her belly button, then it was on to my
ultimate target: the glistening petals of her womanly flower, and the
delicate bud of her clitoris.

The position I was in allowed Robyn to apply her considerable oral
talents toward getting me completely hard. Between the three of us
working on Amy, and Robyn working on me, it didn't take long at all
before Amy and I were both ready.

I eased my way back up her body, displacing Sandra and Lucy to nurse at
Amy's breasts for a bit before continuing my journey. When I was in
position, Amy readily lifted her knees and spread her legs to make even
more room for me. Between us, we could feel Robyn reach in to spread
Amy's labia, and position my penis at her entrance. Amy nodded to me,
and I eased myself forward, pressing myself into her tight, wet sheath.
Next to us, we heard Robyn say "This is so cool to watch him sliding
into her. I can almost feel it myself!"

Our eyes remained locked on each other as I paused a couple of times
before withdrawing slightly to distribute Amy's hot oils - as tight as
she was, I needed every bit of help I could get. Finally, though, the
deed was done: both of us felt it as our pubic bones met with a gentle
nudge.

I paused a few moments, then started easing my way back out of her,
stopping when only the head of my penis was trapped behind the tight
ring of her entrance. Then, a little more quickly, I pressed myself into
her again, until our pubic bones were reintroduced. Back out, then back
in. Back out, then back in - each time, a little faster, and a little
easier as her insides got wetter and looser. In only a couple of
minutes, I was able to get into a steady rhythm of pistoning in and out
of her well-oiled cylinder.

I saw her look to the side, heard her gasp; when I looked myself, I saw
that Lucy, Robyn, and Sandra had all stripped, and were involved in a
ring of pleasure: Robyn with her head between Sandra's thighs, Sandra's
face between Lucy's, and Lucy closing the circle with Robyn. Even as I
continued to make love with her, Amy and I watched as Robyn used her
tongue and lips to caress Sandra's labia and clitoris. The sight aroused
both of us greatly, and it was only a few minutes later that we all
heard Amy loudly cry out her release - even as I jetted my semen deep
into her womanhood.

I stayed inside Amy as we watched Robyn's efforts have the desired
effect on Sandra: we could see Sandra's labia getting more extended and
thicker, as well as see - and smell! - an increase in the amount of
inner fluids she was releasing for Robyn to lick up.

With Amy's hot, wet vagina wrapped around me, and the sight of Robyn
giving such pleasure to Sandra, I never really lost my erection. In
fact, by the time we heard Sandra groan her release, I was fully hard
again, and ready to continue - for the last few minutes, Amy had been
slowly hunching her pelvis, so I knew that she was more than eager for
me to pick up where I'd left off.

When she felt me start to move in her, Amy looked into my eyes and told
me "I'm so ready, it won't take much for me this time if you'll just
fuck me. No need to go slow or anything else - just do it."

I raised an eyebrow in question, and she nodded her assurance that that
was what she really wanted.

So I did.

I raised myself to hold myself over her on my arms, then reached down to
'hook' her legs over my arms - opening her completely, and tilting her
pelvis up so that I could enter her as deeply as possible. I backed my
way out of her before thrusting back into her, hard and fast - and heard
her gasp in pleasure.

Again, then again, each time listening to her aroused grunt when our
pelvises met. In less than a minute, I was moving in her in a smooth,
steady rhythm, all but pounding into her. The sounds of her arousal, and
the motion I was using on her, eventually got the attention of Lucy and
the others. All three of them stopped what they were doing to each other
to watch as I repeatedly hammered into Amy like a pile driver. With the
position and angle we were at, all three of them could watch as my
erection slid in and out of her, and see how wet she became when the
overflow of her secretions first soaked our pubic hair, then began to
trickle between her asscheeks. Her secretions pooled briefly at the
pucker of her anus, then continued their way down between her cheeks. A
minute later, I felt a hand under my balls, and looked down to see that
Lucy, of all people, was spreading Amy's warm oils around with her
finger. As I watched, Lucy got one of her fingers well-lubricated with
Amy's juices, and gently probed at Amy's rectum - and after a little
twisting of her finger, managed to get it to slide inside. When that
happened, Amy nearly lost it: her head started flying back and forth on
the pillow, her hair a blur, as she shouted her pleasure and arousal. I
could feel Lucy's finger slightly stroking the underside of my penis,
only a fraction of an inch of Amy's insides separating us. In a few
seconds, Lucy got in sync, mirroring what I was doing: sliding her
finger out as I pressed in, then back in as I withdrew. Neither of the
girls was foolish enough to try kissing Amy, but Robyn was more than
happy to fasten her lips to one of Amy's breasts while Sandra caressed
the other.

With all four of us focused on her, it was only a minute or so more
before Amy all but screamed as an obviously powerful orgasm took her
over. I tried to continue to move inside her, but she'd gotten so
unbelievable tight around me that I did little more than slide around
inside my own skin. Still, it seemed to be enough for her: each time I
moved, I felt her vaginal muscles flutter around me. Lucy looked up at
me and said "I... I can't move my finger! At ALL!", in absolute
amazement.

It was a full two minutes before Lucy or I either one could actually
move inside Amy - even when her spasms had passed, she was still so
'locked' in her pleasure that I don't think she could relax herself
enough to let us move. Never before had I seen or heard of a woman that
this excited during sex, and got this much pleasure from it. I could
only wonder at the clods that had been so clumsy as to deny themselves
this kind of response from a woman.

Finally, though, Lucy was able to pull her finger free of Amy's nether
opening - something that resulted in ME feeling Amy's vagina tighten
around me as a mini-spasm passed through her. Only when it ended was I
able to rescue my penis from her eager clutches. Robyn and Sandra were
simply awe-struck at the intensity and duration of Amy's passion.

With the stimulus of Lucy's finger and my penis gone, it didn't take
long for Amy to come down from wherever she'd been. When she saw all of
us watching her, she blushed furiously before saying "What Dan was doing
to me felt so good by itself; but when I felt somebody's finger inside
me, well, I just kind of 'lost it'!"

Lucy looked at her solemnly, and said "Amy, I don't think you lost it. I
think you just found it, and didn't want to give it back!"

Amy grinned at that, as did Sandra and Robyn. All four of them looked at
me, waiting to hear what I had to say. I just shook my head, and make a
'tsk, tsk, tsk' noise before telling Amy "I don't know what kind of
monster we turned loose in you, but I really think you need to get a
leash on it!" - making Amy blush again while the other three giggled.

Amy looked down and saw that I was still wet with her juices, and showed
a few flecks of my semen that we'd pushed out of her. Without
hesitation, she moved forward to begin licking me off. When she did
that, it put her ass up in the air; Robyn grinned, and moved to perform
a similar service for Amy.

After taking me into her mouth to lick and suck our combined juices off
me, Amy gently nudged me to lay on my back - more than slightly
distracted by what Robyn was doing to her. When I was laid out, she had
me straighten my legs, then guided an eager Sandra to squat over me.
Sandra put her hands on my thighs to hold herself steady as Amy reached
between her legs to spread her labia apart, and guide my saliva-slick
erection to Sandra's opening. Sandra started lowering herself when she
felt that I was in position, and when the head of my penis was inside
her, Amy let go of her labia while continuing to hold me steady. Amy
finally let got of me when she felt Sandra's soft pubic hair brushing
her hand. She stayed in the position she was in, though - Robyn happily
licking and sucking on her labia and clitoris while she watched my
erection disappearing into Sandra. She groaned when Sandra was finally
seated on me; whether it was from the sight she'd just witnessed, or
something Robyn did, I don't know. All I was focused on was the
delightful sensation of having Sandra's vagina encasing my erect penis.
As Sandra started sliding herself up and down on my manhood, Lucy moved
to straddle my face, her back to Sandra's - I happily extended my tongue
to run it between her glistening extended labia, drawing a pleased gasp
from her. I did it again as I reached up to take her breasts in my
hands, softly squeezing them and running my thumbs over her nipples.

I slid my tongue inside Lucy, as though making love to her with it,
hearing her softly groan in pleasure as I did. As I continued to probe
her insides, I started rubbing her exposed clitoris with my upper lip,
exciting her even more. I felt her breasts tightening under my touch,
even as her nipples extended and hardened; her smooth skin and firm
breasts were delightful to hold as I savored the delightful nectar she
was producing in quantity.

When I felt her starting to move her pelvis, I curled my tongue
slightly, so that she could use it to press against her clitoris as she
impaled herself on it. As her excitement increased, I began softly
sucking at her, so that she would feel it at different times as she
moved over me. I even varied the amount of suction I applied, so that
she would have plenty of variation in what she was experiencing.

After a bit, I could hear it as Sandra released an aroused, but
frustrated, moan. Lucy apparently heard it, too, and lifted herself
above me so that she could turn around to face Sandra. She settled
herself again, and I readily applied myself to fluttering my tongue
across her clitoris. I felt her moving over me a bit, and a moment
later, felt the delightful sensation of Sandra turning herself around
while keeping my penis inside her. From the way Lucy's weight shifted,
and the way her nipples grazed my belly, I could only conclude that she
was leaning over to suck on Sandra's breasts and nipples as Sandra went
back to impaling herself on me. A few minutes later, I heard Sandra
gasp, and felt her stop moving as her young vagina clamped down on me.
When the clasping around my penis ended, I felt her lift herself off me
- only to have Lucy lower herself some more to take my Sandra-slickened
penis in her mouth. She greedily licked and sucked Sandra's essence off
me, then went on to apply herself to bringing me to climax.

I had a different idea, though, and gradually stopped using my lips and
tongue to caress her labia and clitoris. She moaned her frustration, and
finally released me from her mouth to gasp "Dan, I'm so close, dammit!"

I chuckled, and told her "Good. Then you'll be glad to know that I want
to be inside you when it happens."

She moaned in anticipation, and quickly moved off of me so that I could
get up. She lay on her back in front of me, quickly spreading her legs
and lifting her knees to open herself to me. I moved forward, and gently
nudged her to indicate I wanted her to move 'up'. She looked confused
for a moment, then looked where I wanted her to move TO - and got a
happy smile on her face. With only a little adjustment, she found
herself underneath Amy, with Amy's breasts dangling just out of reach of
her mouth. Amy's eyes were closed in response to what Robyn was doing to
her, and she didn't seem to realize her opportunity - until I spoke her
name a couple of times.

When she opened her eyes to look at me, she saw Lucy under her. Raising
her head, she smiled at me before letting her body drop enough to take
one of Lucy's nipples into her mouth - and making her own breasts
available to Lucy. Lucy quickly took advantage of her opportunity,
placing her lips around one of Amy's breasts in return.

I watched them for a few seconds before moving up to position myself at
the opening of Lucy's womanhood. I heard Lucy moan in anticipation when
she felt me slip between her labia, and she tried to arch her pelvis up
to take me inside, but she was only able to move far enough to almost
get the head of my erection inside. She released a frustrated moan,
resigned to waiting for me to start pressing into her. Wet as she was,
it was easy for me to bury myself in her in a single, smooth motion. She
released Amy's breast long enough to gasp her pleasure before sucking it
back between her lips.

Even as I began moving myself back and forth between her glistening
labia, I watched the two of them nursing at each other's breast - and
saw that the other breast on each sported a puckered areola and erect
nipple.

Sandra watched all of us for several minutes, until she felt up to
moving between Robyn's thighs to begin licking and sucking on Robyn's
clitoris as she slid a couple of fingers into Robyn's wet opening.

Knowing Lucy as I did, it didn't take me long to bring her to the edge
of an orgasm - only to let her slide away from it. A bit later, I
brought her to the brink, and let the opportunity escape her again. When
I felt her desperate arching as she tried to hold me inside her, I
started easing her to orgasm again, and when I knew she was on the very
ragged edge of orgasm, held her there for several long, long seconds
before giving her the nudge that tripped her release. I felt her vagina
pulsing around my buried erection, and it felt great - but not great
enough, yet, to let me have my own climax. The one I'd enjoyed with Amy
had simply been too much, and too recent.

The power of Lucy's orgasm left her limp as a wet cloth, unable to
continue her play with Amy. Amy watched as I slid myself out of Lucy,
and with a look of awe, asked "What are you? Superman or something?"

I only smiled and shook my head before moving around to where Robyn and
Sandra were joined. Sandra saw my wet erection waving in front of me,
and moved to make room for me between Robyn's thighs. Her eyes wide,
Sandra watched as I wedged the head of my penis between Robyn's labia as
Robyn finally pulled her face from between Amy's thighs, her cheeks and
chin glistening with Amy's oils. Amy took the opportunity to move
forward and roll onto her back, next to Lucy, who could still barely
stir. Sandra saw her opportunity, and moved to cover Amy's body with her
own as Robyn closed her eyes in pleasure at the feeling of my erection
filling her young womanhood.

Robyn and I made love for several minutes as Sandra and Amy took care of
each other - we could see where Sandra's tongue was plumbing the depths
of Amy's vagina, and how she was able to lap up Amy's ample fluids. We
were watching when Sandra suddenly tilted her head back and released a
long, low moan as Amy brought her to orgasm - the sight and sound of it
was enough to trigger Robyn into her own climax; her vagina clasping at
my erection was finally enough to let me join her, firing shot after
shot of hot sperm deep inside her. When the last few drops had left me,
I lowered myself to cover Robyn's body with my own, my mostly-erect
penis still inside her. She reached up to hug me, then gestured with her
head that she wanted to lay on top of ME. Taking her into my arms, I
rolled us over, where we bumped against Lucy. With a little maneuvering,
Robyn and I got our legs reversed, so that hers were spread and resting
outside of mine as I held her in my arms, her head resting on my
shoulder.

I looked down, and could see that Amy had her eyes locked on where I was
still inside Robyn. With a touch of wonder in her voice, I heard her say
"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I'd have never believed he could
get that thing inside them - but he did. It was incredible, watching
Sandra take all of him inside her; and now I can see that Robyn can do
it, too. It's absolutely amazing."

"What's amazing is that he gave every one of us an orgasm with that
thing of his - even if he did tease me with it!" Lucy said, slapping my
leg in play. Sandra and Amy both laughed, and I could feel Robyn's body
shake as she silently joined them.

A moment later, Lucy announced "Doctor, I think the treatment was a
success: the patient has recovered. Unfortunately, the staff has died in
the process!" - and all of us laughed with her.

Finally, my penis softened enough to pull free of Robyn, uncorking our
combined juices and leaving them free to dribble down to soak our pubic
hair.

After a minute, Robyn squirmed above me before lifting her head to say
"It's nice cuddling like this, but I'm getting just a little draft, if
you know what I mean!"

Amy announced "I can't imagine WHY", launching all of them into a fit of
giggles.

When they'd caught their breath, Amy told us "I'm sorry to say that I
don't think my poor tub will hold all of us, but I'm sure it will handle
three. I'm starting to feel a little sticky, so if anyone wants to join
me, they're welcome."

As she started to get up, Lucy did too, and the two of them headed in to
clean off - each other, and together, I imagined. Sandra opted to stay
with me and Robyn.

When they got out about fifteen minutes later, Amy told us "If you want
to go right in, there's plenty of hot water. There's one REALLY HUGE
boiler for all the apartments, and I've never run out."

The three of us thanked her, and Robyn teamed up with Sandra to get me
up and moving when I protested having to move. In the bathroom, we found
that Amy had made sure there were plenty of towels available; she'd even
set a couple out for us before leaving the bathroom. While Robyn and
Sandra explored each other, I got the shower started; when the
temperature was right, all three of us got in. Sandra and I helped Robyn
clean off, then Robyn and I did Sandra. Finally, the two of them gave ME
a good going over - and it felt WONDERFUL. I truly regretted it when
Sandra finally turned the water off as Robyn opened the shower door.
Continuing their pampering, both dried me off, and had me sit on the
commode as they went on to dry each other. When we were all ready, I
stood up and each of them pulled an arm around so my hand held one of
their breasts as they each put an arm around me. We headed back into the
bedroom - only to find no one there. We went on to find them in the
living room, sitting at opposite ends of the couch, naked.

I moved to sit in a chair, and Amy quickly grabbed my arm to pull me
down between them, then guide Sandra to Lucy's lap, and Robyn to her
own. With me seated, Amy and Lucy moved to close any gap, so that both
were resting against me.

A few minutes later, Amy asked if anyone was hungry - and getting prompt
confirmation from Sandra and Robyn. When she asked what we wanted, each
of us answered that about anything would be fine. She suggested
spaghetti, and we all readily agreed - it sounded pretty darn good,
actually.

Amy eased Robyn onto my lap, then got up to go into the kitchen. We
heard her moving around, and Lucy asked if she wanted any help, or if
there was anything one of us could do. Amy simply told her that
everything was under control, and that what we could do was just sit
there and rest. A few minutes later, she reappeared, telling us that the
spaghetti was started, and that everything would be ready in ten
minutes, or so. She collected kisses from Robyn and Sandra, then
disappeared into the kitchen again. A few minutes later, we detected the
smell of hot garlic bread, and the first whiff of spaghetti sauce. About
the time we were ready to start drooling all over ourselves, she
announced that supper was ready - I was last to the table because Lucy
used me as a brace to get up herself.

Once we were seated, Amy told us "I'm not much of a religious person,
but if you want to say a prayer, you're welcome to."

Before any of the others could tell her that we weren't religious,
either, I said "In that case, I'll use an old Boy Sprout prayer. We used
it mostly on camping trips, in the winter. Lets you get to the food
before it gets cold."

All four of them looked at me as I intoned "Rub-a-dub-dub, thanks for
the grub. Yay, Lord!" - and reached for some hot garlic bread.

All of them cracked up in response, and dinner was on. With the five of
us sitting there naked, it was a pretty casual thing - when spaghetti
sauce dripped onto someone, one of the people next to them would lick it
off. Considering the company, I think more than a few of the 'spills'
were less than accidental.

It was a good thing Amy made as much as she did - all of us filled our
bellies, and there was only a single piece of garlic bread left when we
were done. Robyn and I both started to reach for it at the same time,
but Robyn laughingly gave up when I curled my lip and growled at her.
The rest thought it was hysterical, and almost laughed until they cried.

When the food was gone, we all slid our chairs back to finish up the
nice wine that Amy provided. When Lucy, Amy, and I started to talk with
each other, Robyn and Sandra quietly got up and started to clear the
table. Amy tried to protest, but both of them studiously ignored her
after telling her that they were happy to do it after the good food.
When she looked to us for help, Lucy and I just shrugged.

After a couple minutes, Robyn and Sandra rejoined us. When we'd finished
our wine, Amy asked if anyone wanted coffee. Lucy asked if she had any
decaf, and Amy assured her she did before getting up and heading into
the kitchen; a moment later, we heard a grinding noise, then water being
poured. When she came back, Lucy raised an eyebrow, and Amy told us that
she preferred the taste of fresh-ground coffee. She also thanked Sandra
and Robyn for loading the dishes into the dishwasher, and putting away
the rest of the spaghetti and sauce from the pots.

When we heard the coffeemaker finally burble it's job was done, Lucy and
I got up with her to go to the kitchen. A couple moments later, the
girls joined us. Amy tried to protest that we were her guests, and I
told her "Amy, we're not your guests. We're your friends. If I ask you
to get me a cup of coffee, I expect to hear you ask me if my arm is
broken, or tell me - profanely - to get it myself. Okay?"

She grinned, and nodded, and let us pour our own damn coffee before we
all headed into the living room. This time, Robyn shared my and Lucy's
lap while Sandra filled Amy's. Robyn and Sandra listened as Amy, Lucy,
and I continued the conversation we'd been having in the kitchen, but
every so often, one of them would speak up to add something to what one
of the rest of us was saying.

As the evening wore on, Amy felt more and more comfortable about telling
us things about herself - even though she'd pretty much opened up to us
that first night, the things she told us now were more immediate, and
somehow more 'personal'. One of the things that she mentioned was that
Agent Tom Gallery had asked her out for dinner or drinks a few times.
She said that she knew he was interested in her, but until recently,
hadn't felt comfortable enough with men to be willing to go out with
him. It wasn't that she didn't like his company or anything like that;
rather, she'd been concerned that she'd like him too much, and find
herself in bed with him - only to be hurt or disappointed again. She
liked him, but was afraid that she'd turned him down one too many times,
and that he wouldn't ask her again.

After getting a promise that she'd keep what I had to tell her
confidential, I told her about the conversations I'd had with Gallery.
She was surprised to know that he'd taken notice that she didn't seem to
get any 'bed rest', or talk about her friends outside the Bureau. Then
she was absolutely amazed that Gallery had told me he was fine with the
idea of her being with us - and that he'd seemed to know that the 'us'
was more than just her and me. I went on to tell her that his only
apparent interest had been that she be happy, and that she broke out of
the 'shell' he thought she had around her - and that he'd also noticed
the change in her, and thanked me for it.

When she said that she wasn't sure what to do, that she still liked him
and thought she was ready to go out with him but was afraid he wouldn't
ask again, it was Lucy that surprised her by suggesting that Amy ask HIM
out.

Amy tried to protest that she couldn't, and Lucy simply told her "Amy,
if you like him, and want to go out with him, you've got two choices.
Either you can wait for him to ask you again - which may be a while - or
YOU can ask HIM out. You're a grown woman. You're an FBI agent, and you
willingly put yourself between crooks and their victims. If that isn't
guts, I don't know what is. Besides, if you can bring yourself to be the
one to ask for the date, then you can be pretty damn sure that you're
ready for what a relationship with him might involve. It might turn out
he just wants company while he gets drunk, or it might be that he
actually cares about you, and wants something more than just a night in
bed. Or it might be that he wants something in between those two
extremes. However it turns out, you'll never know what might happen
between the two of you until there's a two of you for something to
happen between."

Even I understood the twisted syntax of that last sentence, and it
seemed to make a lot of sense to Amy, too. She sat there for a bit,
sipping her coffee, while the rest of us stayed silent. When she finally
looked up at us again, she said "I'll do it. I'm going to ask Tom
Gallery out. I won't really see him for a couple days, but I'm going to
do it. He and I will both have off time in a week or so, and that's when
I'll try to make the date for."

Sandra hugged her, surprising Amy a little, before saying "Good for you,
Amy. You ought to have someone special, like the rest of us - you're a
good person, and a great kisser!" - that last part making Amy turn pink
while the rest of us laughed.

With the world's problems solved, there didn't seem to be anything left
but for us to go to bed - all of us had started yawning, and I think the
evenings earlier activities had tired us all.

Amy told us that she didn't think that her bed would hold all of us, and
asked Robyn and Sandra if they'd mind sleeping on the couch - that it
opened up into a small bed. Both readily agreed, and Amy asked Lucy and
I to go ahead and get ready while she got the girls set up. We did as
she asked, and a few minutes later, she came in to find us laying on
opposite sides of the bed. She looked at us quizzically, and Lucy told
her "It's your bed. You get the middle. Besides, BOTH of us want to
cuddle with you."

Amy smiled, and climbed up between us from the foot of the bed. When she
was ready, Lucy and I both rolled onto our sides. I tucked my legs up,
and Amy lifted her legs to let them drape over mine. Lucy and I each
rested an arm on Amy, bending them so that our hands laid on her
breasts. In return, Amy let her hands rest on the top insides of our
thighs. Lucy kissed her on the cheek, and when Amy turned her head,
kissed her again on the lips.

Amy just looked at her as Lucy told her "Amy, Sandra was right. You are
a good person, and you do deserve to have someone special. And you are a
terrific kisser!", the last with a smile.

Amy turned her head to look at me, and I softly kissed her on the
forehead, then again on the lips, before telling her "Remember what I
told you about yourself, that first night? Every bit of it is true. I
love you. Lucy loves you. Robyn and Sandra love you. I'm a guy, and from
the way Tom talks, I'd bet HE loves you, too. But you'll never know for
sure unless you're willing to take the chance. Amy, one thing I've
learned along the way is that it isn't the thing itself that's so hard,
but the worrying and thinking about it beforehand."

She nodded her understanding, then laughed when I told her "Besides - if
we have to come back here for another treatment, I don't think we could
stand it!"

She gave me a chaste, but still deeply loving, kiss. The three of us lay
there, happy to be holding each other, as we drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, I woke up neatly spooning with Amy, who was spooning
with Lucy. Both of us had an arm around the person in front of us; and
if Amy was doing what I was, she had a secure hold on Lucy's breast.
Lucy had her arm resting on Amy, her hand on Amy's bare hip.

I carefully eased myself out of bed, and made a trip to the bathroom
before heading out to check on Robyn and Sandra - both of whom were dead
to the world, snuggled up next to each other. Back in the bedroom, I
gently slid my way back into bed, until I was again nestled against
Amy's back, and had my arm around her to hold her breast in my hand.
After a few minutes, I fell asleep again.

When I woke up again, I was on my back, and Amy was laying on her side,
resting against me with her arm on my chest. I turned my head to look at
her, and saw that she was wide awake. I also noticed that Lucy was
missing from the other side of her.

Amy smiled at me, and said "You were still asleep when we woke up; Lucy
told me that she was going to go cuddle with the girls, and that I could
have your for a little while after you woke up, if I wanted. I was
laying here looking at you while you were asleep, and I decided that I
wanted."

I put a mock-horrified look on my face, and exclaimed "Good Grief! I've
been traded!"

Amy giggled, and said "No, not traded - I don't think Lucy would give
you up for anything. You're just being loaned, for a little while. You
don't mind, do you?"

I smiled at her, and answered "For you, no, I don't mind being loaned
out."

She smiled back, and I put an arm around her before she nestled herself
against me even more. We lay there like that for quite a while before
she whispered into my chest "I wish I could wake up like this every
morning."

"I'd be willing, but I think Lucy might object after a while, though.",
I told her.

She giggled, and said "No, as much as I love you, and as nice as you and
the rest have been, it's not YOU that I want, but someone of my OWN.
Somebody that makes me feel the way you do; somebody that I feel about
the way I do all of you; somebody that I can share my life with."

I hugged her, and said "Amy, that person is out there. I promise. It
might be Tom Gallery, it might not. But whoever it is, they're out
there. You just have to be open to seeing them when they show up, and
willing to follow up on it when you find them. You might find a few
wrong ones along the way, but you'll never find the RIGHT one if you
don't at least try. The only thing I'd ask is that you don't settle for
anything less than the best, okay?"

She hugged me back, and said "But the BEST is already taken - by Lucy.
But I know what you mean."

A little while later, she told me "If I'm going to have to wait until I
find my best, then I'd better get something from THE best, to get me by
for a while." before reaching down to take me in her hand.

When she felt me start to respond to her touch, she kissed my chest, and
eased herself around so she could watch as she used her hand to bring me
semi-erect. With that accomplished, she didn't hesitate to move a little
farther and take me into her mouth. When she did, I gently nudged her
leg, and she readily moved around to let me guide her over my head. With
her open above me, I took a few moments to try and memorize how she
looked: underneath her dark red pubic hair, her clitoris was already
making an appearance. Her labia were already starting to swell;
extending to the outer margins of her mons, there was a distinct shine
between them, where the entrance to her womanhood was. I could already
detect the faint perfume of her essence, and extended my tongue to
sample it directly - and finding it as delightful as I had the first
time. Taking each of her labia between my lips, I gently lip-chewed them
before taking them even further into my mouth to softly suck on them. I
heard her sounds of pleasure and arousal when I did, and continued to
focus on them for a little longer. I finally moved my attentions to the
glistening opening she was presenting to me - sliding my stiffened
tongue into it before placing my lips around it to try and softly suck
more of her essence into my mouth. As I did that, I went on to slide my
tongue in and out of her, making love to her with it; my reward was an
increase in the nectar she produced in response.

When my taste buds had their fill, I went on to apply myself to her
clitoris, which was now fully exposed and ready for my attentions. I
fluttered across it with the tip of my tongue, and heard her moan in
response before I did it again, and getting a similar reaction. I put my
lips around it, and rhythmically sucked on it gently, in time with the
movement of her hot mouth on my erection. I continued doing that for
another couple of minutes before gradually changing over to draw circles
around her clitoris with the tip of my tongue; I could hear and feel her
arousal and passion increase the longer I did it, until finally, she
released my erection from her mouth as I heard and felt her orgasm over
me. As each spasm passed through her, I gently pressed on her clitoris
with my lips, intensifying what she was going through, and prolonging
it, judging from her gasps and moans.

When enough of it had passed, she managed to move off my head, and turn
herself around next to me. Her eyes hooded in desire, she moved down
until she was able to straddle my hips. Reaching between us with both
hands, she used one to hold herself open, and the other to hold my
erection steady as she impaled herself on me. When I was about halfway
into her, she released her hold on me, then on herself, and leaned
forward to put her hands on the bed above my shoulders. That left her
breasts dangling in front of me, in open invitation. As she worked
herself the rest of the way down onto me, I lifted my head again to take
the ends of each of her breasts into my mouth, first one then the other,
sucking on them as I ran my tongue across her nipples. As I was doing
that, I raised my hands to hold her breasts, cupping and squeezing them
- she pressed them into my hands in encouragement to continue what I was
doing.

I felt her settle into my 'lap', and was delighted when she decided to
pause for a little bit - she felt wonderful around me, and I wanted a
little time to savor the sensation. There was even more to enjoy when
she started experimenting with her vaginal muscles, learning how better
to control them. After a bit, she said "It actually feels better when I
can let them relax, when I'm looser". I told her that it felt pretty
good to me, too, and she smiled before trying it some more. When she was
satisfied, she lifted herself off me, until the tight ring of her
entrance was just behind the head of my penis, then settled herself down
onto me again. She waited a few moments, then did it again, only
slightly faster. Another pause, and again she raised and lowered
herself, only marginally faster than the time before. Several more times
she did it, until she found a speed and frequency that pleased her. I
was glad that it was something that I could live with - she was moving
herself over me fast and often enough to keep me hard, but not enough to
stimulate me too much. It felt positively wonderful, and I was easily
able to continue playing with her firm breasts, and sucking on the ends
of them.

After a while, I heard her panting start to speed up, and felt her
moving over me more and more quickly as she pressed herself against me
harder and harder when I was all the way inside her. I knew that she was
working herself toward another orgasm, and I did everything I could to
distract myself from letting the feeling of what she was doing push me
into climaxing with her. It was a close call, but I managed to keep from
unloading in her when she all but slammed herself down onto me before
throwing her head back as she released a deep, passionate cry of
release. I was fascinated by the expressions that crossed her face as
she went through her orgasm - I could only hold her breasts, and squeeze
them in time with the clasping of her vagina around my penis. If I'd
dared try to move in her, I know I would have emptied myself into her.

When her orgasm had passed, she almost fell as she leaned forward to
rest on my chest. I put my arms around her, and held her tightly as I
rained soft kisses on her face and shoulders. A little time later, she
raised her head to look at me for a few moments before kissing me,
deeply and passionately. I returned it with as much of each as she was
giving me. When our kiss finally broke, I could see that she was again
flushed with desire, and panting in arousal. I took her into my arms
again, and shifted my legs to be outside of hers before carefully
rolling us over. With me above her, she looked deep into my eyes, and
said "Now we're going to make love TOGETHER, aren't we?"

I nodded in affirmation, and kissed her softly on the lips as she moved
her legs to be outside of mine - then lifted them up so that her ankles
were crossed behind me. Resting on my elbows, I started moving in her,
in slow, steady strokes - letting myself withdraw almost completely
before filling her with my hardness again. After only a few such
strokes, she started moving in counterpoint to what I was doing: lifting
her pelvis in welcome to me, and letting it fall again as I slid out of
her.

We continued like that for several minutes, letting the passion build as
we made slow, gentle love with each other. With our eyes locked, there
was nothing else but each other. It wasn't the deeply emotional
experience that Lucy and I had shared; but it was still deeper - and
meant more - than what we'd experienced the first time we made love.

Finally, we could see in each other's faces that both of us were ready
for it to end. I raised myself up onto my arms as Amy unlocked her
ankles and drew her knees nearly up to her shoulders, angling herself to
take me as deeply as possible.

I slowly speeded up my thrusts in her, watching as her breasts wobbled
slightly in reaction. For her part, I saw her focus, and felt it as she
started applying what she'd learned about controlling her vaginal
muscles - I could feel her relaxing around me, letting me slip in and
out of her relatively easily. She was still hot and tight inside, but
now it was a most pleasant tightness. I maintained the pace I'd gotten
into; I could see from her face that it was moving her along very
nicely, just as it was doing for me.

Several minutes later, I felt the sensation in my balls that let me know
that there wasn't any turning back - that one way or another, I was
going to climax. With that, I changed my position slightly, so that as I
entered her, it pulled more on her labia, and applied a little more
pressure to her clitoris. I heard her groan her approval in response,
and kept going.

A few more minutes, and I felt the stirring that told me only a few more
strokes would do it. At that point, I slowed down considerably, sliding
myself in and out of her from one end of my penis to the other, bumping
myself against her clitoris when I was fully inside her. Even as I
sensed the first wad of semen leaving my balls, I felt her tighten
around me as she loudly cried out her release. Whether it was God, Fate,
luck, or whatever, I don't know - all I'm sure of is that the tightening
of her vagina as her spasms hit her was in perfect timing with my own:
even as the first shot of my jism was entering her, her vaginal muscled
tightened around me. Then as I felt the next one, she would relax to let
it through, only to tighten down on me when it was inside her. Our eyes
remained locked on each other, and both of us were pleased by it.

As the last of my semen flowed into her, I remembered something; when I
looked up, I could see that she'd grabbed a pillow, and sunk her
fingernails into it, instead of me. She realized where I was looking,
then what she'd done - and gave me a surprisingly shy smile before
saying "After last time, I wanted to be sure I didn't hurt you. I think
Lucy forgave me for the first time, but I didn't want to push it."

I smiled back, and told her "I think Lucy would have understood better
than you think - but I'm glad you did it, anyway."

She giggled a little, and I lowered myself to rest above her, supporting
myself on my elbows so that we could kiss each other softly and
lovingly. We stayed like that until my penis softened enough to pull
free of her - and a couple minutes longer. Finally, though, both of us
felt the need to clean up. We got up and headed in to share a shower,
playfully soaping each other up while paying particular attention to the
fun parts. When we'd run out of things to play with, and excuses for not
getting out, Amy turned off the shower, and I reached out to grab a
towel to start drying her off. She didn't help any by wrapping her arms
around me and refusing to turn loose. I finally got to finish the job
when I pointed out that as much as she liked me drying her back, her
front would probably be even more fun. When I was done, she looked up
into my face and told me that the front HAD been more fun - but that it
was her turn, now. I waited patiently as she meticulously dried off
every part of me - some parts better than others. When she was done, I
pulled her into my arms for a hug and kiss before we went out to say
good morning to the others. We found the three of them on the sofa-bed,
Lucy in the middle with Robyn and Sandra snuggled into her sides. All
three of them were watching cartoons on Amy's TV, with the sound turned
low.

Robyn looked up at Amy with an impish grin, and said "I don't know WHY
we had to turn the sound down - YOU TWO were making so much noise I
don't think you would have heard a train wreck!"

Amy blushed, and asked "Were we really that loud?"

Lucy grinned as she answered "Only one of you. The scream woke all three
of us up!"

Amy blushed even darker, and started to apologize when Sandra grinned,
and told her "It's okay. He does that to us, sometimes, too. Besides, it
made me feel so horny!" - and getting a laugh from Robyn and Lucy.

Amy offered to fix us all breakfast, and Lucy just told her "No, you lay
down here, and I'll fix it."

Amy started to protest, and Lucy teased her by saying "No, I'll do it. I
think we all know that you got plenty of 'exercise' this morning,
already!"

Amy turned pink again, but accepted Lucy's decision, moving to lay
between Robyn and Sandra, who both grinned at her as they made room for
her. It wasn't a very large bed, so there wasn't room for me to join
them; I had to content myself with leaning back in a very comfortable
recliner. Lucy stopped off to give me a kiss before heading into the
kitchen. We heard a little rummaging around, then a few minutes later,
the smell of fresh coffee greeted us. Robyn and Sandra both got up and
headed into the kitchen, coming back with large mugs of fresh coffee
that they handed to Amy and I before they resumed their places next to
her.

A couple of cartoons later, we all detected the smell of eggs, bacon,
and fried potatoes; a minute later, Lucy brought plates out for each of
us, each one well loaded with food. She disappeared again, and came out
with her own plate and mug of coffee, then took her seat on my lap. The
conversation was light and sparse as we wrapped ourselves around our
meals.

When we were done, Robyn and Sandra again assumed cleanup duties; this
time, Amy didn't bother trying to fight it. Particularly when they
brought all three of us fresh mugs of coffee, delivered with a kiss.

Finally, Amy asked what time we had to be at the airport. Lucy told her
what time the flight was, and Amy said that we had another hour before
we should leave. Then she made a couple of false starts before asking if
we'd do her a favor. I assured her that we would, if we could, and asked
what the favor was. She bashfully admitted that she wanted to know if we
could take a few photos with my digital camera, so she'd have something
special to remember us by. All of us chimed in that we'd be more than
happy to. I went to where I'd left my bags, and dug out the camera and
it's cable. Checking to make sure it still had plenty of power left, I
took it into the living room, and asked Amy what photos she wanted. She
finally told me that she wanted them to be of her with all of us -
naked. Lucy and I smiled at her while Robyn and Sandra just grinned. It
didn't take long before the camera held images of Amy with Lucy and I
standing on each side of her, Amy with Robyn and Sandra, Amy with each
of us individually, and all five of us together.

I hooked the camera to Amy's computer, and quickly copied the images
from it's memory to her hard drive. From there, it was easy enough to
call them up so she could see them any time she liked. Her eyes wet, she
looked at each of them for several seconds before shutting down the
computer, and standing up to give each of us a hug and kiss.

Only then did she tell us that we probably needed to get dressed, and
ready to go to the airport.

When all of us had taken care of our morning duties, and dressed, Lucy,
the girls, and I collected our bags and set them by the front door. Amy
was the last to appear, coming out of her bedroom in the same dress that
she'd worn when she first visited us. She hesitated, then said "Once
we're out that door, I know I can't give you all the kind of goodbye
that I want to, so I want to do it now, while I can." With that, she
moved to kiss and hug Sandra, then Robyn. Lucy was next, and finally me
- and she was still a damn fine kisser.

That done, we picked up our bags, and headed out the door. As Amy was
loading our bags into the trunk of her car, I looked around - sure
enough, about every apartment in sight had a drape or window blind
pulled to the side so the resident could see who Amy was 'protecting'. I
whispered to Amy "You were right - everybody that can is looking at us.
What say we give them a thrill, and check our weapons before we get in
the car?"

She laughed quietly, and said "Sure, sounds good to me!" That said, both
of us drew our weapons, and made sure they were loaded and ready to go
as Lucy and the girls got into the car. With a nod to each other, we put
them away, then got in her car. As we were leaving, Lucy asked me "And
what was all that about? Pulling your guns out, I mean?" I told her
about the people that had been peeking at us, and how Amy and I had
decided to add a little excitement to their lives. When they heard about
that, all three of them broke up into hysterical laughter, Amy and I
joining them.

Since we hadn't left the hotel yet, none of the news people thought to
hang out at the airport. Amy pulled up in front of the departure
terminal for our airline, and we all piled out. The skycap gave me a
double-take, but didn't say anything. When Amy had unloaded our bags
with Lucy's help, he got them all tagged, and gave me the receipts. I
tried to hand him a twenty, and he just said "No need for that, sir. I
saw you on the TV the other night, and it's my pleasure to help out. You
and this lady, you done a good thing, and I'm proud to be of service to
you both."

I tried to give it to him to pass along, explaining that I wanted our
bags loaded last; he still refused it, saying "I tell the ground crew
who they belong to, they'll be just as happy as I am to do it for
nothing, sir."

Lucy had a try at him, too, without success. I finally conceded the
defeat, and asked if I could at least shake his hand. He perked up
considerably, and told me "I'd be right proud to, sir." We shook, and he
was positively beaming with pride when we went inside with Amy. She
stood back a ways as we got in line to pick up our tickets, but someone
from the airline came out from behind the counter to approach us. Amy
moved closer to us, and heard him quietly ask me "Mr. Andrews? I'm with
the airline, sir. There's no need for you to stand out here; we've got
your tickets all ready. If you'll follow me, sir, we can get you on your
way without any, um, undue attention."

I thanked him, and the five of us followed him to the end of the ticket
counter, where he discretely handed me our tickets. I thanked him, and
he told me "It's our pleasure, sir. We thought that you might be
experiencing a certain amount of notoriety, and prepared the tickets
ahead of time. We deal with enough celebrities and such that we know
publicity can be awkward and inconvenient at times."

I thanked him again, and we started for the departure gate.

When we got to the security checkpoint, all of us loaded our bags onto
the little conveyor to be X-rayed. Lucy, Robyn, and Sandra all went
through the metal detector; I showed them my gun permit, and started
around it. One of the security people put a hand in my chest, and told
me that I'd still have to go through the detector - that he'd hold my
weapon. I looked down to where his hand was, then looked him in the eye.
He pulled his hand back, and I told him "That's a federal permit. It
means I don't have to turn the weapon over to anyone, for any reason."

He told me that was wrong, and started to tell me something else when
Amy lit into him. First thing she did was show him her FBI ID. That got
his attention. "Officer" - she looked at his nametag - "Larson. This man
is carrying a FEDERAL permit. As he told you, it entitles him to carry
his weapon virtually ANYWHERE. That means he has the right to bypass
this security checkpoint completely. As a COURTESY to you, he allowed
his carryon, and those of the people with him, to be scanned. That he
tried to explain to you what his permit means is an indication of his
patience, and a sure sign of your ignorance. As an added bonus
attraction, this man is Dan Andrews. If you'd watched anything but
cartoons the last few days, you would know that he personally helped the
FBI seize and recover a BILLION and a quarter dollars. You would also
know that he has done more crime-busting in the last week than you're
likely to do in your entire lifetime. So, Officer" - she said it like it
left a bad taste in her mouth - "unless you want to find out what it's
like to make sure no one steals the tires off the planes at the salvage
yard, I suggest that you show this man the respect he's due, and let him
go."

The other people at the checkpoint watched all of this in silence - Amy
hadn't left them any doubt about which direction was uphill from where
they were.

The security guy turned about the color of library paste as Amy was
talking to him; when she was done, it took him a couple tries before he
could get out an apology, and tell me he'd made a mistake. I politely
thanked him, and Amy and I moved toward where the others were standing a
little way down the concourse. Beside me, I heard Amy grumble "Jackass
airport security people. Decent ones cost too much, and the ones that
are willing to take the pay aren't worth shit."

I laughed, and told her "Amy, that was some kind of speech you gave him.
I haven't seen anybody turn that shade of white in a long time."

She looked over at me, and finally grinned, telling me "It just drives
me nuts when somebody with a badge gets too full of themselves. People
have to deal with idiots like him, they start to think anyone with a
badge is going to be just like him."

"Only until they meet people like you, and the rest of them. Then they
know what real law enforcement is all about."

She smiled at me, and we joined the others to make our way to the
departure gate. We made a brief stop at a newsstand so Lucy and the
girls could pick up something to read; I expected to have enough to do
with my laptop.

We still had over half an hour before our plane would take on
passengers, so the five of us found a quiet spot in one corner to spend
time with each other. Amy chatted quietly with Robyn and Sandra while I
told Lucy about what Amy had done at the security checkpoint. She
laughed when I was done, and interrupted Amy long enough to congratulate
her, and thank her.

When she turned back to me, I told her "There's still something that you
need to start thinking about, and planning for."

She looked at me in expectation, and I told her "You've still got a
wedding to plan, remember?"

With that, she suddenly realized that it had completely slipped her
mind, and looked down to the diamond ring on her finger before looking
up at me again with tears in her eyes.

I told her "Oh, now don't go crying. Your face'll get all puffy, and
you'll scare the stewardesses. Excuse me, flight attendants. Besides,
I'll be there - I promise!"

She laughed, and leaned over to give me a hug and kiss before sitting up
again. When they finally announced that our flight was ready to board,
all of us stood up, even though we'd be the last called because of our
first class tickets - Lucy's boss had come through for us on that, too.
Finally, they announced boarding of first class passengers, and Amy came
over to wish us a good flight. All four of us politely kissed her on the
cheek in goodbye - careful to ignore the tears in her eyes. As I stood
up to head for the gateway, I noticed that several of the guys around us
were looking at me with envy before they went back to eyeballing Amy. I
caught her eye, and indicated that she should look around. She did,
discretely, and her eyes were smiling when she looked back at me.

The flight back was as bland as the flight out, but Robyn and Sandra
still found ways to enjoy it. Lucy sat next to me, holding my hand the
entire time. I found out that watching her look out the plane window
wasn't boring, at all.

After we landed and collected our bags, we found that Lucy's company had
set up a limo to get all of us home.

The next day was spent getting ourselves settled back into our normal
routine; the days after that were spent taking care of all the things
that everyone wanted us to do when we got back: I went with Lucy to her
office, where they showed her where her new office was, and gave her the
keys to her own - new - company car, and presented her with a very nice
bonus check. They wanted to give me a bonus, too, but I convinced them
to make annual payments to the FBI's Emergency Relief fund, instead.
Their client showed up to give me a certified check - in the amount of
$25,425,034.64. The FBI had officially totaled the money directly
accountable to my efforts as something over 317 million dollars; Lucy's
client cheerfully figured my payment down to the last penny of the FBI's
figure. The only 'publicity' they wanted out of it was a few photos as
they handed over the check; they were considerate enough not to want
turn it into a big media event.

It was several weeks before I could go anyplace without having people I
didn't know coming up to me for one reason or another.

Robyn and Sandra became major celebrities at their respective schools;
Sandra's parents were more than a little upset with us, but got over it
soon enough. It helped that Clara Hawkes sent her a nice letter,
thanking her for helping putting a dent in a major crime family, and
assisting the FBI in recovering well over a billion dollars.

Robyn stayed alert to what was around her, and told me once that she'd
noticed a guy following her home from school. The next day, I shadowed
her, and found him. It turned out to be a local reporter, trying to find
a way to make a story out of her. Between looking at the business end of
my .45, and my explanation of how very disappointed I was in him, he
decided that he didn't want the story all that much. Neither Robyn nor I
ever said anything about it to Lucy. Lucy and Robyn actually got used to
having me wearing my .45 whenever I went out. I quit wearing the vest,
but having the weapon with me felt pretty good.

Over the next six months or so, the trial of the TechnoDynamics bunch
took place. Their lawyers tried to fight it as best they could, but the
evidence was simply too overwhelming. Lucy and I both had to make
several trips for depositions, and then a final one to appear on the
witness stand. Each visit, we'd spend a little time with Amy - sometimes
in her bed, sometimes not. Either way, it was always a pleasure -
particularly when she could get Tom Gallery to join us; the two of them
had apparently become something of an item.

My accountant had a running battle with the IRS. I'd hired him for the
simple reason that he had a well-deserved reputation for doing
everything he could to legally reduce the taxes his clients paid. The
IRS didn't see it that way where I was concerned, and he spent no small
amount of time in IRS offices defending his actions. It only ended when
a Senator for our state got the letter I sent to him, explaining what
had happened, and how the IRS was getting a little full of themselves.
When he got involved, they eventually decided that everything my
accountant had done was legal and reasonable, and finally quit jerking
him around. When all was said and done, I ended up getting to keep a
little over three quarters of the fee I'd gotten - about eighteen
million dollars. I promptly had the accountant set up a trust that would
deposit about thirty thousand a year into the Emergency Fund at the FBI
office where Lucy and I had gone; when Clara heard about it, she
actually called us, and cried as she told us over and over again how
much they appreciated it.

The trial finally ended with the whole TechnoDynamics bunch going to
prison for a long, long time; a few months later, Amy got married to Tom
Gallery. When Muddy heard about the planned nuptials, he politely
informed them that HE was doing the catering - for free, since they'd
both helped protect me and the girls. They tried to argue it with him,
but didn't do any better at it than I ever did.

When Lucy and I set the date, her ex-husband agreed that since their
boys didn't care to visit Lucy, and Robyn didn't like to visit them,
that it was best if the visits were allowed to stop.

Robyn was the ring bearer, and Sandra the flower girl. Muddy catered,
and did double duty as my best man. Jules showed up, too - with Mark.
Jules told me how well Mark was doing: straight 'A' grades. He also told
me that he'd found out that Mark had gone to thank the couple that sold
me the car, and found the husband trying to build a deck - after hurting
himself on the project the weekend before. Mark had talked the man into
sitting in a lawn chair, and finished the job himself. When the couple
tried to pay him, he'd simply refused, thanked them again for their
help, and left. Mark told me that he was having supper a couple times a
week with the older couple he was renting the apartment from; they
seemed to enjoy the company, and it reassured them that he was there if
they needed any help. With pride, he offered me his last bank statements
- he'd opened checking and savings accounts, and both showed that he was
being extremely responsible with his money.

Tom and Amy managed to make it to the wedding, too - bringing along a
congratulatory card signed by every agent assigned to their office, and
a gift that all the protective detail had chipped in for.

Even old Benny Falcone sent us a wedding present - hand delivered by
Charlie, who told me he was getting out of the 'business'. I
congratulated him, and he looked considerably relieved when I shook his
hand.

Lucy and I honeymooned on a trip on the Caribbean; Robyn stayed with
Sandra without complaint, telling us that she just wanted us to be
happy, and have some real private time together.

When we got back, we moved our things into the house we'd found while
waiting for the trial. Four bedrooms on a large lot, it also had a
separate guest house that I could turn into an office. It's also a lot
closer to where Lucy used to live, so Sandra has been able to come over
pretty much any time she wants - something that makes Robyn happy as can
be. Robyn and Sandra both have steady boyfriends, but they still spend a
pretty fair amount of time together, too.

Lucy wanted, and got, a cat that soon earned the name 'Wacko'. She
(neutered) would be walking across the floor, and suddenly jump into the
air and twist around, as though something had just attacked her. The
nearest thing to her might be some furniture, a good six feet away.
She's an affectionate little beast, though, and considers any horizontal
human anatomy to be a sleeping place.

We also got a dog - a neutered female black Labrador - that we named
'Sunshine' as a contrary to her coloring and a compliment to her
personality. She and Wacko get along surprisingly well.

Amy and Tom have stayed with us a few times. Tom was pretty hesitant at
first, even after Amy showed him the photos we'd taken that last
morning; but when none of the rest of us displayed any concern about
nudity or any of the rest of it, he gradually learned to relax. Whenever
the girls get into each other, he and I just sit out by the pool and
drink beer.

Amy finally got her record back - after an additional seventeen tries.
She's also informed me that if I get anywhere NEAR their range, she'll
shoot me herself. I'm pretty sure she's only joking. Tom says he
wouldn't bet on it, either way.

Lucy's still working at the same company; she'd been promoted a couple
more times, and her name is mentioned whenever someone brings up the
subject of the next executive board opening.

I'm still free-lancing computer work, more to give myself something to
do than anything else. Lucy bought me a nice camera system, telling me
that the photos I took of them all in bed were really good. I've been
messing around with it, and Lucy says she'd like to take some time off
so the two of us could travel around the country while I took photos -
she thinks they'd make a good coffee table book.

We'll see.