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 Abigail and I (C)

   By JSR

   THIS IS AN ADULT FANTASY

   The author in no way believes that any man, woman, or child should be
violated or abused.  This story is written as adult entertainment, and
should be read by only those over 18 years old.

   This story may contain some or all of the following: Nudity, Voyeurism,
Exhibitionism, MF, Mf, Fm, inc.  Rape, Oral.  Group sex, bg, bbg, BBg, Gbb,
MMF, Mff, MFF.



   My name is David, and I was 14 years old, when my family moved to a new
town.  The street that we moved to was about two blocks long, and in a
neighborhood that had been settled by Dutch immigrants, who had fled
Holland, just before Hitler invaded.  For the most part, they were nice
people.  They welcomed us to the neighborhood, and we settled in nicely. 
Some of their broken English was a problem, but not so much with the kids,
as most of them spoke very good English.

   One family who lived across the street and 3 doors down from us, never,
ever spoke to us.

   It was summer time, and I became friends with a boy about my age, who
lived a couple of doors down from us.  One day he and I were shooting hoops
in his driveway.  He had a hoop over the big door to their garage, and the
driveway was concrete.  We had been at it for about an hour, when a girl I
did not know stopped by and asked if his sister was home.  He said, "Yes,
she is in the house."

   The girl then went to the front door.  When she had gone, I asked Bob,
"Who is that?  I have not seen her around." His answer was, "That's
Abigail. Her mom will not let her be around any of the kids except for
Janice, my sister.  They also send her to a private school, so that she
does not `become like most of the American kids'."

   I asked, "If she does not like Americans, why did they come here?  It
does not make much since to me." Bob answered, "She was ok, until she found
out that the Allies had bombed her home in Holland.  She did not blame the
Germans, but only the Americans."

   I replied, "I am sorry it happened, but we did not start that war. 
Abigail seemed to be a nice girl, and I would not mind getting to know
her." Bob said, "I agree with you, but you would have to be invisible for
her to talk with you and not be seen by her mom." We continued shooting
hoops for a while, then I went home.

   That evening at supper time, I told mom and dad what I had learned about
Abigail and her family.  Mom said, "I guess there is just a little more
that you haven't heard yet.  It seems like she has an older sister, who
married an American, without her parents permission, and she is determined
not to let that happen to Abigail.  They want to still live by the rules of
the old country, and expect their daughters to do so as well."

   A few days later, I went over to see if Bob wanted to shoot some hoops.
He was just going into the garage when I got there.  He just motioned for
me to come in after him.  Once in the garage, I saw that there were several
kids there.  Bob, Janice, Bill and his sister Karen and I also saw Abigail,
then there was me.

   I looked at Bob and said, "What is going on?  Did I miss something, I
should not have?" Bob said, "This is Janice's party, ask her."

   Janice said, "We are going to teach Abigail how to play `Truth or
Dare.'" "I said, "I have heard of the game, but I do not know how it is
played either." Janice said.  "We sit in a circle, boy girl, boy girl, boy
girl.  I will start.  I will ask some one `Truth or Dare' If that person
says Truth, I ask a question.  If they answer truthfully, they then ask the
question to some one else.  However, if they do not answer honestly, and
some one can prove it, they must take all their clothing off for the rest
of the game.  If they say Dare, I dare them to do something, and if they
don't, the same penalty is applied."

   I was setting between Janice and Karen, so I was looking directly at
Abigail.  She kept her head down, but would occasionally look at me and
quickly lower her head again.  I thought I detected a smile when she did.

   Janice said to Abigail, "Truth or Dare?" Abigail replied, "Truth."
Janice thought for a few seconds, and said, "How old are you?" Bob said,
"Pretty lame question!" and Janice said, "For her first time playing, and
very first question, I wanted her to see that it is really easy to play."

   Abigail answered, "I will be 14 next week." "Oh, a birthday girl.  Do we
get to spank you next week on your birthday?" Abigail just smiled.  Janice
then said, "Abigail, now you pick someone and ask them `Truth or Dare'."

   Abigail said to Karen, "Truth or Dare?" Karen replied, "Truth." Abigail
then asked Karen, "Do you have a boyfriend?" to which Karen said, "Yes."
Karen then looked at me and said, "David, none of us know much about you,
and I can think up a lot of questions that should be answered.  Truth or
Dare?"

   I said, "I am not very mysterious, so I will take a Dare." I could see
Karen, switching gears, and then she finally said, "I Dare you to kiss
Abigail on the lips."

   I stood up and walked over to Abigail, and took her hands and pulled her
up to a standing position.  I then kissed her.  I had my lips slightly open
and let my tongue play with her lips.  She immediately opened her mouth and
started using her tongue.  It felt great, until Karen said, "Ok, you two,
it was not intended to become a make out session."

   I walked over to Bob and whispered to him, "Any limits on what we can
give as a dare?" He whispered back, "She did not set any limits, so what
ever you are thinking of, go for it."

   Back in my spot, I turned to Janice and said, "Truth or Dare?" She
answered, "Dare." I thought for a minute, and said, "Janice, I dare you to
remove your blouse and bra, and let the guys kiss each of your nipples."
Janice turned three shades of red, and looked at her brother.  He said,
"You never set any limits on what a dare could be, so start removing your
blouse and bra."

   Once Janice had her blouse off, and was unfastening her bra, I was first
in line.  Once her bra was off, she looked at me and said, "No touching
with the hands.  Mouth only.  I smiled at her and put my lips on her left
nipple, and sucked it into my mouth, all the while using my tongue to
stimulate her nipple.  Once it started getting excited, I switched to the
other one.

   Bob was next in line and while he was working on his sisters nipples, I
whispered to Bill, "Take your time, I have gotten her motor started, by the
time Bob is done, she will be as horny as a two pecker-ed Billy Goat."

   Abigail was watching, and was smiling.  She looked beautiful.  I think
that she was really enjoying the sexy playing we were doing.

   About the time that Bill had finished teasing Janice's nipples, Abigail
looked at her watch and said, "I have to get going.  Mom will be home soon
and I had better be there looking like I am bored to death.  I had a lot of
fun.  Bye now." She then left, and the game broke up.  However, Janice was
still nude to the waist, and seemed to be in no hurry to cover up.  My
guess is that she was probably about a 28B, and they were nicely
proportioned.

   Since I was now a 5th wheel, I decided to go home and read some more in
my Si-Fi book.  It was one of Isaac Asimov's Foundation Series.  The other
four tried to talk me into staying, but I kept saying no.

   I was setting in a lounge chair on the back porch reading, when mom and
dad came home from work.  Mom asked me what I had been doing all day, and I
gave them a very censored version of the game we had played, and told them
that I had finally met the girl that was not allowed to talk to us.  I just
told them that she was very pretty, and seemed to be smart.

   A couple of days later, I got up about 9am, had breakfast, and went to
the back porch to read.  While I was reading Abigail came by, and stopped
to talk with me.  She said that she was walking over to her aunt's house,
but she couldn't talk to me very long, as her mom would be checking up to
see what time she got to her aunt's house.

   I said, "I sure am glad that my parents trust me, and I am not tied to
the house.  I feel sorry for you." She said, "It's not always that bad,
like today.  Once I check in at Aunt Hilda's, I can do pretty much what I
want, until it is time to go home again.  Would you care to walk with me?
Aunt Hilda would love to meet some of my friends."

   I told her to give me a few minutes so I could get some better clothing
on, as I did not want her aunt to see me in cutoff jeans and a t-shirt. 
Abigail said, "No, come just as you are.  I don't want you to be anything
but yourself.  You will see that Aunt Hilda would know that you had cleaned
up just to impress her.  She likes to see people the way they really are."
"Ok," I said, "I just do not want to embarrass you."

   As we were walking, she took hold of my hand, and said, "David, I really
liked playing that game the other day.  I was very surprised when you dared
Janice to take off her blouse and bra, and even more surprised that she did
it.  I thought that she looked very nice that way."

   I said, "I really surprised myself.  I did not think that I had the guts
to say what I did.  However, I loved the surprised look not only on her
face, but on yours as well.  You seemed to light up the whole garage with
your smile.  I was really afraid that you would think badly of me when I
did it.  Your approval meant a lot to me."

   She stopped and turned toward me, and said, "I loved it when you had to
kiss me.  Will you please do it now?"

   I pulled her close and started french kissing her, and she responded in
kind.  While we were kissing, someone was clearing their throat, but I just
ignored it.  After a minute or two, two arms were shoved between us, and
forced us to separate.

   Abigail moved back and said, "I should have known your voice, Aunt
Hilda. This is the boy I have been telling you about.  His name is David.
David, this is my Aunt Hilda.  She was my fathers baby sister." I got a
strange look on my face and said, "was?" Abigail said, "Yes, was, my father
died a couple of years ago.  That is one of the reasons that mom makes me
stay so close.  However she trusts Aunt Hilda to make me toe the line, but
we have our own way of doing things, when mom is not around."

   Hilda looked me over, and kissed me on the cheek, saying, "Abby, I
approve of him, at least for now.  Lets go in and have some coffee and talk
for a while.  You do drink coffee, David?" I said, "Yes mam, I drink a lot
of coffee, especially when I am studying." "Davy, if I may call you that, I
am not "mam", you may call me Hilda, just as Abby does.  You may also call
her Abby, when not where her mom can hear it."

   We sat and talked for about half an hour, then Hilda said, "Lets go
swimming." I replied, "I do not have a bathing suit, and where would we
swim, anyways?" Hilda said, "You do not need a bathing suit, and I have a
pool in the back yard.  It is fenced in so the neighborhood cannot see in.
Abby and I swim there nude all the time, and so can you."

   I must have gotten red in the face, or maybe all over, as Hilda said,
"You are old enough to know what a woman's body looks like, and it is time
for Abby to learn what a man looks like.  In the old country, young people
of your age would be starting to look for their life partners." While she
was talking, both she and Abby were removing their clothing.  Once Hilda
was nude, she proceed to undress me.  I was really embarrassed, and my
whole body turned red.  Hilda laughed and said, "Maybe that will heat the
water a little."

   The three of us jumped into the pool, at the same time, making a lot of
noise.  After about a half an hour, Hilda climbed out of the pool, and laid
on a lounge chair with her feet facing the pool.  She laid there with her
legs spread, and from the pool, I could see her pussy lips were slightly
open.

   I stood there in the pool, neck deep in the water looking at her. 
Suddenly I felt something grab my cock, and pull down on it.  It caused me
to fall over, and I saw Abby holding onto it.  She put her finger up to her
lips to indicate silence, and she pulled me to the shallow end of the pool
and sat on one of the lower steps.  She whispered in my ear, "One of these
days, I want that thing inside of me, but not for a while yet." She then
took my hand and put it between her legs and put my thumb in a certain
spot, and whispered, "rub that spot lightly for a little while, and I will
play with your cock and balls to make you feel good."

   While we were playing with each other, Hilda got up and went into the
house.  About half an hour later, she yelled out the door, that she had
lunch ready.  We stood up in the pool, and I pulled Abby to me, and kissed
her.  When we started to get out of the pool, Abby said, "I loved the way
my nipples felt when you just kissed me.  They rubbed on your chest and it
felt so erotic."

   We went in and had sandwiches, and a soft drink.  Hilda asked me to tell
about myself.  Between bites, I gave a short history of my young life. 
Hilda said that I seem to have led an interesting life so far, to which I
replied, "Mostly school which is ok, but otherwise pretty boring."

   After lunch, we went back out by the pool, and laid on the lounge chairs
to get some sun.  Abby and I had just laid down, when Hilda came out with
some sun screen.  She gave it to Abby and told her to put it on me.  Once
Abby had covered me, including my cock and balls, she said to me, "Now it
is your turn to put it on me and Hilda, and make sure you cover every part
of us, like I did for you."

   Hilda said, "David, come and do me first." I went over to her and
started putting the sun screen on her legs and rubbing it in.  as I got
near her crotch, she said, "Don't be shy, put it all over me." As if to let
me know it was ok, she took hold of my wrist and moved my hand to her
pussy. She then said, "One of these days I think I will have some one shave
my pubic hair, is there any volunteers?"

   I got red in the face, and she said, "You are so cute when you blush,
and your whole body turns red." I continued to rub her pussy with the sun
screen, to make sure I had it all covered, then I moved up to her torso. 
Again when I got near her tits, she said, "Make sure you get under my tits,
and all around them.  The nipples will burn, so make sure they are
protected."

   Once I had her arms and neck done, Hilda said, "Now go do Abby the same
way.  Make sure that you get every little crack and crevice covered.  Once
you have her front done, come back over here and I will roll over so you
can do my back."

   While I was doing Abby's front, I said to myself, Am I lucky or what,
this is every boys dream, and I get to do two very beautiful girls.  When I
got to Abby's pussy, she widened her legs as far as she could, and as I was
putting the oil on her, she took hold of my hand and made sure that I got
some on her clit, and in her slot.

   When I got to her tits, she whispered to me, "Play with them a little if
you want.  Your hands feel so good on my skin." While I was massacring her
tits, I leaned down and kissed her lips.  When I broke the kiss, she
sighed, contently, it was loud enough that Hilda looked over at us, and
smiled.  She seemed to be very pleased.

   Once I had done both of the girls backs, I laid down and went to sleep.
I was awaken by the sound of the telephone ringing.  Hilda had an outside
ringer, so that she could hear the phone in the yard.  She went in and
answered the phone.  When she came back out, she said, "Sorry to break this
up, but that was your mom, Abby.  She said that you should start back for
home as soon as you can get dressed.  She did not say why."

   Hilda then turned to me and said, "You can stay a while if you like." I
asked her what time it was, and she said about 3:30.  I said, "I should be
going, also, Mom and dad will be home shortly after we get back.  I have
enjoyed spending the time with you and Abby." Hilda then said, "Come back
whenever you want.  I am almost always home during the day."

   Walking home, Abby said, "Aunt Hilda really likes you." I asked, "What
makes you say that?" She answered, "She has had boys over when I have been
there before, but this is the first time we have swam nude, with a stranger
there.  Next she was very definitely letting you play with her pussy and
tits, and I have never seen her do anything like that before.  Lastly, she
even let you play with me, and seemed to be enjoying watching you play with
my body."

   I said, "I think that your aunt is a super person, and I did enjoy
playing with her pussy and tits, but I enjoyed it more when I was playing
with yours."

   She stopped walking, and turned me toward her, and then she kissed me.
She said, "I enjoyed playing with you also, and I loved it when you kissed
me knowing that Hilda could see you doing it."

   At my house, I started kissing her, and she responded with equal
passion. After a couple of minutes she broke the kiss and said, "Let me
cool down for a minute, and then I have to go.  Must not let mom see me all
excited, or she will suspect something." We talked for about 5 minutes, and
then she left, making sure that she went in a direction so that her mom
would not know she had been here.

   I was still standing there watching her go, when mom and dad got home.
Mom asked me, "Why are you staring in that direction?" I replied, without
thinking, "I was just watching my girl friend leaving."

   Mom jumped on that statement rather quickly, and asked, "When did you
get a girlfriend, and who is it?  Someone we know?" I replied, "Just today,
and no, you have never met her." "What is her name?" asked mom.  I was so
shook up that I blurted out "Abby."

   "Are you talking about Abigail?  The girl across the street?" mom asked.
The cat was out of the bag, so I told mom and dad about the day, leaving
out the part about swimming in the nude, and putting the sun tan oil on the
two women.  I then told them to "please do not say anything to anyone.  I
do not want to get Abby in any kind of trouble with her mom."

   Dad replied, "Her mom should know about it.  You should not keep it
secret from her." I answered, "Her Aunt Hilda, told me to keep it secret
from Abby's mom.  She said she would break the news to her when it was safe
for Abby."

   Dad thought for a moment and then he said, "Son, be cool, and keep your
pecker in your pants.  We don't want her aunt to have to tell her mom that
she is pregnant." I got red in the face again, and stammered, "I would have
to get to first base, before that can happen." Dad replied, "DO NOT go
beyond second base, and everything will be great."

   I looked at both of them, and said, "Thank You." Mon said, "for what?" I
replied, "for being supportive of me and being the best parents I could
ever have."

   I did not see Abby for a few days, she just was not out and around.  I
went over to Bob's and we were shooting hoops, when Janice, Bill and Karen
came around.  Janice said, "Lets all go in the garage, and we can play
"Truth or Dare" again." I said, "You guys can play without me.  Equal
numbers of boys and girls works better." Janice pleaded with me to stay,
but I said, "Maybe the postman has left my new book, and I want to get
started reading it.  Maybe next time I will stay."

   At home, I brought in the mail, and my book was there.  I put mom and
dad's mail where they want it, and started opening my package.  I heard a
knock on the back door, so I laid the book on the kitchen table, and went
to see who was there.

   Abby was standing in front of the back door.  I opened it and pulled her
inside.  I immediately kissed her, and she kissed me back.  My cock got as
hard as a brick.  After a couple minutes, I asked her, "Why are you here?
Where have you been, I have missed seeing you." She replied, "I am here to
see you.  I have been out of town with mom.  I have missed you also.  I
think that about covers your questions."

   "Where does your mom think you are?" I asked.  Abby answered, "Aunt
Hilda, and I are going to the mall, and then to a movie.  Mom will not
expect me back for quite a while.  I will call Hilda, when I am ready to go
home, and she will call mom and tell her that I am on my way.  Mean while,
you and I have the day to ourselves."

   I said, "I just received a new SiFi book in today's mail.  I was going
to read it, but now, I think we will do something else." Abby said, "Why
don't we read it together, and then I can learn about SF." "If you want to
do that, let me go get the first book in this series.  Other wise you will
loose a lot of the story, by not knowing what is being talked about."

   I went to the book case and got the book "Foundation".  I said to Abby,
"This is the first book in the series, and it sets the tone for the whole
series." Abby said, "Let me read it to you, and when I have a question, you
can answer it.  That way I will learn more about SF and how things
progress."

   Abby was a very good reader, and even managed to put the emphasis on a
lot of the statements.  She asked some very good questions, and said that
she was enjoying the story, along with my comments.

   We stopped long enough to make some sandwiches, for lunch, then she
continued to read out loud to me.  We were about half way through the book,
when I noticed the time.  I said to her, "Abby, I think you should call
Hilda.  Mom and dad will be home in about an hour." She got a sad look on
her face and said, "I wish I did not have to go.  I have not had this much
fun reading, ever."

   When Abby got hold of Hilda, she was told that she should NOT leave my
house for at least half an hour, and should probably not leave in less than
45 minutes.  Abby and I went out on the back porch and were kissing, when
mom and dad drove in.

   I waited until mom and dad had gotten out of the car, before I stopped
kissing her.  I introduced Abby to them, and mom said, "I hope you mom
approves of my son." Abby said, "She would not approve, even if he was GOD
himself.  So, she does not know.  I hate to deceive her, but she left me no
choice.  Aunt Hilda, approves, and wants David to come to see her sometime,
so they can talk, with out me there.  Sometimes I wish she was my mom.  It
was nice to meet you, but I need to hurry home now, before mom gets riled
up."

   I waited a week, and then one morning, I walked over to Hilda's house. I
rang the bell and waited several minutes.  I was just about to leave, when
Hilda came to the door.  When she saw it was me, she opened the door, and
pulled me inside, and closed the door.

   She said, "David, that is the last time you will ever ring that door
bell.  You are family here, and family just opens the door and walks in. 
If the door is locked, I am not here."

   As she led me through the house, I said, "Abby told me that you wanted
to talk to me, with out her around, so I came over to see what you wanted."
By the time I finished saying that, we were in her bedroom.  She then
stripped off her clothing, and said, "I hurried up and dressed when I heard
the bell.  Now I can be comfortable.  You should undress also, and we will
go out by the pool."

   Once we were at the pool, in the lounge chairs, Hilda asked, "David, I
know how Abby feels about you, but I need to know how you feel about her.
Bare in mind that I will not tell you what she has said, and I will not
tell her what you tell me."

   I replied, "Just what do you want to know?" "What do you think of her as
a person?, Is she your girlfriend?, These are the types of things I need to
know.  I am going out on a limb, to help her, but I want it to be the right
person for her, Know what I mean?"

   "She is a wonderful person, she is bright, and seems to like many of the
same things that I do.  I do consider her my girlfriend, and I think that
she considers me to be her boyfriend.  I cannot tell the future, but my
guess is that given a chance, we will be together for a long long time."

   Hilda said, "Now for the really difficult questions.  First, what do you
know about sex?, and there is no reason for you to be blushing."

   My reply was, "I know the basics, but have never had any practice.  Is
that what you were looking for?" "Yes, that is exactly the answer I was
looking for.  Now for one even more personal, Are you willing to let an
older lady teach you how to pleasure your girlfriend?"

   "Hilda, are you asking me if I would let you teach me sex?" "Did I even
mention myself?" she asked.  "No, but you are here with me and both of us
are naked.  You have already let me play with you and Abby's pussy's, and
tits.  It stands to reason that you would be volunteering to be the
teacher."

   "Well, that proves that Abby is right, you are very smart, and
intelligent.  To answer your question, Yes, not today, but if you want, I
will teach you so that when the time comes, you will know how to make her
really happy, and how to give her great orgasms.  It will take several
sessions over a period of several weeks, and you must NOT LET ANYONE know
what we do.  You must agree to that, and it means even Abby must not know
either."

   I replied, "I don't know of any kid my age that would turn down that
offer, and especially with such a beautiful woman." Hilda replied, "You are
not a Kid anymore, you are a young man, and I thank you for the compliment.
Is there a day of the week, between now and the time school starts, that is
best for you?"

   I thought for a moment, and said "Wednesdays would be good." Hilda said,
"Ok, since this is Monday, we can start this week.  I want you here by 8:30
every Wed.  morning, until school starts.  Can you make it that early?"
"Mom and dad are usually gone by 6:30, so I can easily be here by 8:30.  If
I rode my bicycle, I could make it by 7:30." Hilda answered, "No, 8:30 is
better for me, and if you ride your bicycle, it will let people know that I
have a visitor, which we don't want.  When you get here, come right in, and
lock the door behind you.  That way if someone comes, they will think I am
out."

   "I guess that makes since," I said.  "Is there anything I need to bring
with me?" "Just that lovely cock and body, is all you will need." she
answered.  She then said, "I love it when you blush, your whole body turns
red, even your cock.  We will spend most of the time out here by the pool,
like we are now."

   I said, "If there is nothing else, I should be going, I have some things
to get done before mom and dad get home, and it will take me a while." I
started to get up, and Hilda said, "Just relax for a minute or two.  I will
be right back." She then went into the house.

   Hilda returned a few minutes later, carrying my clothing.  She smiled
and said, "Now you can stay a few minutes longer.  Get dressed, and then I
will continue."

   Once I was dressed, Hilda said, "For the next few minutes, I want you to
pretend that I am Abby.  I want you to act with me just as you would with
her.  That way, I will have a better idea as to what to teach first.  Is
that all right with you?"

   I stood there for a few seconds, and then I grabbed Hilda and started
french kissing her.  I made sure that I got a good feel of her tits on my
chest.  I broke our kiss and said, "Abby, I hate to go, I could kiss you
like this all day, but I do have some responsibilities to take care of." I
then took hold of her again and kept kissing her as we moved toward the
door.  At the door, Hilda broke the kiss, and moved away from me a few
inches.  She then said, "Well we can skip teaching you to kiss.  I see why
Abby likes to kiss you.  I could take that all day myself.  Now go before I
keep you here all afternoon."

   On Wednesday morning, I made sure I was at Hilda's at 0830.  I closed
and locked the door after I entered her house.  I immediately went to her
room to take off my clothing.  She was not there, but I was sure she was at
the pool, waiting for me, so I went there.

   As I entered the back yard, I saw Hilda, lying on a sheet, in the center
of the yard.  She motioned me over, and said, "This will be our class room
for most of your lessons.  I would rather not have the sheet, but we do not
want grass stains over our bodies."

   I went over to her, laid down beside her and said, "Abby, what are you
going to teach me today?" Hilda replied, "Very good.  Pretending I am Abby
teaching you, will help you by putting you in the correct frame of mind.  I
am going to give you blow jobs, today.  This will give you some experience
with them, and you can teach it to Abby, if things get to intense.  That
way you will have a safe way to get some relief, and not experience blue
balls."

   I replied, "I have heard that expression, but I am not sure just what it
means." She answered, "When a man/boy gets sexually excited, and gets a
hard on.  If it is not taken care of, in a timely manner, his balls start
hurting.  Most boys/men will then masturbate, to relieve the stress. 
However, if a girl/woman is available, and one who knows how to give blow
jobs, it will safely take care of the problem, without them having
intercourse."

   "So you are telling me that a blow job, is a substitute for fucking?" I
said.  "In plain language, yes it is.  However it can be almost as
satisfying as intercourse if done correctly." She then proceeded to tell me
what to watch for so I could direct Abby when the time came.  Between then
and 1230, she gave me 3 blow jobs, and they really felt great.

   Before I left, she made sure to mention that I could not tell anyone
what we were doing, including Abby.  As I was going out the door, she said,
"I hope to see you and Abby before I see you next Wednesday." I smiled at
her and shook my head, yes.

   All the way home I kept thinking about the BJ's that Hilda had given me.
I could really see that they felt much better than me jacking off.  To bad
I could not have Abby give me one every time I saw her, but that would be
out of line.

   In the weeks that followed, Hilda taught me how to give her an orgasm,
by playing with her tits.  Then she taught me to play with her clitoris,
and how to eat pussy, to an orgasm.  Then just before school started, she
said, "David, this Saturday, I want you to take me to a movie." I asked her
why, and she replied, "so that you can demonstrate that you really know
what I have been teaching you.  It will be a real date, and I want you to
show me how much you have learned.  Be aware, that if you go to fast, or to
clumsy, I will get upset, like a young girl might be.  Then you will have
to start all over again to get me back in the right frame of mind." I said,
"Kind of like a final exam, then." She replied, "Exactly, except that you
will have a second chance, to do it right."

   Saturday, I told mom and dad, that I would be going to a friends house.
I would be late getting home, and if it was to late, I would stay there
overnight.  They said, Ok, and I dressed like it was just an ordinary
evening.  I then walked over to Hilda's house.

   The door was locked, but I knew that she was expecting me, so I waited
for a few minutes.  I was about to leave, when a BMW convert.  Pulled up in
front of the house.  Hilda was driving, so I got in.  When she pulled away
from the curb, she said, "I thought I would be back before you got here. 
Did you wait long?"

   I replied, "Only about 5 minutes.  This is a beautiful car.  Wow, I
never expected to ride in one of these." She said, "Well, not many people
know that I own this.  I keep it in a garage a couple of blocks from here.
Even Abby does not know that I have it."

   Hilda drove us to a small town about 20 miles from ours.  For such a
small town, they had a theater complex with five screens.  We picked a film
that neither one of us was particularly interested in.  We went in, and
found seats in the center of the back row.  When the film started, there
were about half a dozen teen age kids in the front row, but the rest of the
seating was empty.

   Once the lights had dimmed, and the picture had started, I put my arm
around Hilda, and drew her close to me.  I kissed her lips, and started
unbuttoning her blouse.  Once it was open, I pulled it aside so that her
bra was showing.  Then I reached into the top of each cup, and pulled her
breasts out.  At that point, I started kissing her nipples and gently
pulling on them, while I rolled them between my forefinger and my thumb.  A
few minutes later, it appeared that her body was trembling all over.

   I reached down and unzipped her skirt.  I then pulled it away from her
front.  Then I reached into the top of her panties, and started playing
with her clitoris.  I could feel her wetness as I stuck a finger into her
slit.  As it approached her birth canal, it was apparent that she had at
least one or more orgasms, with my playing with her tits, and she was now
having another as I played with her clitoris.

   I took my index finger and put it inside her pussy, feeling around,
trying to find the `g' spot that she had told me about.  The way she was
squirming, I am not sure if I found it or not.

   She had another orgasm, and said, "Honey, you just got an A++ on your
final exam.  Now I think I should go to the ladies room, and clean up some
before a crowd gets in there.  Wait about 5 minutes, and I will meet you by
the front door." She then buttoned her blouse, and I pulled the zipper on
her skirt up.  Five minutes after she left, I got up and went into the
lobby to wait for her.

   She came out of the rest room, just as one of the other movies let out.
She was next to me when some guy grabbed her arm and said in a loud voice,
"Sandra, I have the money now." She looked at him and said, "Let go of me,
and I am not Sandra." He looked at her with a wild expression on his face,
and said, "Listen you little fucking whore," At that moment, I don't know
where it came from, but my fist hit him in the jaw, and he fell to the
floor.  Hilda took hold of me and almost dragged me out the door.  We ran
to the car and left before anyone could see where we went.

   Hilda was crying, and would not answer my questions.  About halfway back
to our town, she stopped in a small roadside park, and sat there crying for
about 10 more minutes.  When she stopped, she said, "I guess I owe you an
explanation." I replied, "No, you don't OWE me an explanation, but I would
like to know what was going on."

   She said, "I will tell you the honest truth, but promise me that you
will not tell Abby." I replied, "I won't tell her, if you don't want me to.
However, if it is important enough, you should tell her yourself."

   Hilda said, "I am not that much older than she is, so we (the family)
have withheld some things that happened in Holland, from her.  First off
when the Germans got there when I was 16 years old.  They decreed that at
16, all girls had to register with the local commandant.  Then if they were
pretty, they were assigned to service the officers.  The others were then
given to the enlisted men for their amusement.  I was made the bedroom girl
for a captain, who was a fat pig."

   "It was my duty to be ready to fuck him at any time he wanted it, and he
did not use any condoms.  One day he was talking to me, and asked me about
my boyfriend in school.  I made the mistake of telling him the name of the
boy I liked.  It happened to be a Jew.  When I told him the boys name, he
immediately sent me to what he called retraining.  It was nothing more than
teaching me sex positions, and some very sick other things.  The training
lasted about 3 weeks, and I was fucked every night by at least two enlisted
men."

   "Once the `school' was over, I was taken home and my family was told
that it was mandatory that any German soldier who wanted, was to sleep with
me, and if I got pregnant, the baby would be sent back to Germany.  Then I
was to get pregnant again.  My first baby was born, and sent to Germany. 
However, before I got pregnant again, we managed to escape.  We have always
told Abby that we escaped before the Germans got there."

   "Once in this country, I had no skills, so Dad became my manager, and I
started whoring.  Once we had saved a little money, I started looking for
nicer people.  I became a Call Girl.  Once we had worn out our welcome in
that city, we came here, but when the opportunity for me to make a lot of
money came, I went back to being a Call Girl, but at extremely high prices.
Currently, I am the most expensive fuck in the state."

   "The man at the theater, was one who bought my services, but did not
have the money.  Dad threatened to kill him, and told him that if he ever
tried to come near me again, he had better have the cash on him.  This is
the first time I have seen him since then."

   "So far, Abby has not questioned how I can have such a nice house, and
come and go as I please without any visible means of support.  As of right
now, I promise you that I have quit for good.  I have enough money so I
never have to work again.  Please don't hate me, and don't tell Abby.  Now
I will take you home.  You will still be welcome in my house, but some
things will change, but I don't know just what at this point."

   I replied, "Hilda, I am sorry for what has happened to you.  I will not
judge you, because I have not lived through those kind of things.  I do
think that you are wrong in not letting Abby know what happened to you. 
Now, don't take me to my house, but to yours.  I think that you need to
have some company tonight, and I will try to help you as much as I can."

   Hilda never said a word, but leaned over and kissed me on the cheek, and
then drove out of the little park.  We never stopped, until we reached her
home.  There, she gave me the key to the house and said, "I will take the
car to the garage, and be right back." I replied, "Hilda, I am not leaving
your side, tonight.  I will go with you to the garage, and walk back with
you." She got a weak smile on her face, and nodded her head.

   When we entered her house, I noted that it was still a little early, so
I called home.  I told dad that I had stopped by to see Hilda on the way
home, and that she was having a problem.  I said that I would stay with her
until morning and then call Abby to take over.  He said, "I don't know what
the problem is, but if your mom or I can help, let us know.  In the mean
time as I told you before, KEEP YOUR PECKER IN YOUR PANTS.  See you in the
morning."

   We both sleep nude, and I put my arm around her and pulled her close to
me.  I awoke a couple of times during the night, and she was still curled
up next to me.  The third time I awoke, I went to the bathroom, and saw a
straight razor lying on the sink.  I shook my head, and muttered, I hope
she changed her mind.

   When I awoke in the morning, Hilda was still curled up next to me, with
her arm over my shoulders.  I started to move to get out from under her
arm, when she said, "David, Thank you for taking care of me last night.  If
it wasn't for you, I might have done something bad."

   I replied, "If you really wanted to do it, you could have use the razor
that you got out after I went to sleep." She asked, "How do you know about
that, I put it away a while ago." I replied, "I saw it when I went to take
a piss early this morning.  I have been watching for those things, but
decided that if you really wanted to commit suicide, there was no way I
could really stop you."

   "But, you did," She replied.  "I know that you went with me last night
to put the car away, as you had guessed what I was going to do.  Then, when
I got the razor out, I was going to wait until after you were gone from
here, however I decided that I could not put Abby through your trial."

   "My Trial?  For what?" She replied, "You would have been the prime
suspect in my murder, as you and I were seen together last night, and you
spent the night here.  They would probably say that you had killed me for
some reason, and Abby would be lost without you.  I could not do that to
her, or you."

   I said, "Sandra, do you trust me enough to do something that I know you
do not want to do?" "You called me Sandra, does that mean that you want me
to tell Abby about it?" I replied, "Not only Abby, but her mom, and my
parents.  It is time to let you heal, and that can only be done by letting
these people know the truth." She replied, "It will be hard for me to do,
but I will do it for you and Abby's sake.  Call your parents and see if
they can be here by 1000.  Then I will call Abby and her mom."

   Once everyone was there, Hilda said, "This meeting was called at David's
request.  I will say a few words, and then turn it over to him.  First,
Marguerite, David is Abigails boy friend.  He has insisted that you be told
that.  I have allowed them to meet here, but only when I was here.  There
has been no improper things happening, between them.  Now David, you are
up."

   I said, "First of all, Marguerite, what do you want me to call you?" She
replied, "I guess my name is fine." "Marguerite, I have always wanted for
you to know of our relationship, but for whatever reason, I was told not to
let you know, by both Abigail, and Aunt Hilda.  My parents also said I
should let you know, and now you do.  I hope you approve, because I really
like her a lot.  Now for all of you.  Something happened last night that
made me aware of certain facts, that all of you should know.  First, Aunt
Hilda wanted to talk to me, privately, and we went to a movie, where we
could sit and talk without interruption."

   "When we were leaving the theater, a man grabbed her arm and yelled
"Sandra, I have the money now." She shook his hand off of her arm and said,
"I am not Sandra" He then said please excuse my language, "Listen you
little fucking whore" Without even thinking, I threw a punch to his jaw,
and he went down to the floor.  We then hurried out and left.  When she had
calmed down a little, Aunt Hilda told me a story, and I want her to tell
the four of you.  Marguerite, you probably know most of it, but still you
should hear it again.  Aunt Hilda, your turn in the barrel."

   Hilda told them the story almost word for word as she had told it to me
the night before.  Once she was done, she said very quietly, "If it had not
been for David, this morning the police would have been looking for my next
of kin.  Twice last night he kept me alive, with no more than his presence.
One thing he told me was that I should not be ashamed of what happened to
me, but should remember that things in war time have to be done that maybe
we hate, but have to do anyway."

   Marguerite stood up and hugged Hilda, and said, "Yes I knew most of that
story.  I have always felt sorry for you, and maybe that is why I let you
be so close to Abby.  And yes I know that everyone but me calls her Abby.
It is all right.  Young man, I want to thank you for what you have done for
Hilda, and also for helping my daughter to become a good American.  You are
welcome in our home at any time, and she can see you anytime she is not at
school, or have other duties.  Your parents are also welcome in our home.
You have made me see that Bombing our home was probably the best thing that
you could do to defeat Germany.  Thank you for that."

   Four years later, Abby and I got married.  Hilda gave her home to us for
a wedding present, and she moved back with Marguerite (she kept the BMW).

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