Title: Sam and his Girls
Author: MrJenkins
Summary: Sam goes off to college. Early winter
quarter, his lab buddy invites him home for dinner
and he meets his little sister. She seduces him,
first with math, then motorcycle rides. Her
parents consent to the relationship and Sam rooms
with them next year.
Keywords: Mgg ped rom cons first slow
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Sam and his Girls
By Mr.Jenkins mrjenkins314@gmail.com
Chapter 0
1/29/11 Another 6+k on file size. 48378 words at
this time.
1/13/11
Added around 22k to file size, 3k words or so.
Probably time to update it on the web site.
Feed back about whether I should keep it as a
single file and add to it as I write, or split it
into parts would be of interest. Also, do you
guys want an epub and/or pdf version bad enough
for me to do it?
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I decided to try again on early engagement, a
similar story, guy meets a very bright young
girl. Again, it takes quite a while for them to
get into bed, this is a love story not a fuck
story.
Girl takes to him and takes over his heart. By
the time they get into bed, they have the wedding
scheduled -- about seven years out yet, but
penciled in on the calendar non the less.
The motorcycle riding is pretty real. Not sure
that I can make a case for an eighteen - nineteen
year old guy being able to teach that well, on the
other hand this isn't his first experience
teaching.
Main problem with the story is that I don't give
my protagonists enough trouble. Not sure yet how
to do that and make it work.
I do recommend 'The Story of Mel' from the 'The
New Hackers Dictionary' At this writing it can be
found at catb.org/esr. Google will find it easily
as well.
If you are thinking about a career in computer
programming, I commend that book and that site to
you.
As always, comments are welcome.
Again, the story doesn't end properly -- I'm gonna
post it anyway. Expect it to get re-posted
periodically as I add to it.
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Chapter 1 -- Dinner and math lessons.
"Mom said I should invite you to dinner Friday.",
George said to me as we cleaned up the bench at
the end of Thursday chem lab mid winter quarter.
I thought for a moment, I didn't have any thing
planned, so why not. As a freshman and dorm
denizen at the university who didn't party nor
have a girl friend, my weekends were not generally
heavily committed. "Sure, why not. Almost has to
be better than dorm food. What time?"
"We usually eat around 7. I'll be home somewhere
around 5 -- so anytime after that would be cool."
I lived in a dorm, not the happiest sort of
choice, but cheap especially since my scholarship
was paying for it. George was a local and lived
at home. Both of us were computer geeks and while
there was sometimes mild regret, the lack of
opportunity to party didn't generally cramp our
normal life style much.
Friday evening I took a quick shower, put on some
of my better clothes, hopped on my 175cc dual
sport Honda and headed off to find the address
George had given me. His directions were good and
I rode right to it. I found a pretty large house
in a nice neighborhood, two stories with an
attached three car garage. I found later that it
had a finished basement as well.
I rang the bell and a small girl opened the door.
"Good evening, I'm Sam Edwards.", I greeted her.
"George said you would be here soon. Come in. I'm
Sarah, he's my big brother.", she said in a rush,
swinging the door wide.
She was a slim kid, a little over four feet tall,
straight hair cut fairly short, on the light side
of the border between blonde and
brunette. Glasses, shorts, t-shirt and
sneakers. Scabs on knees and elbows, kind of a
thin face with kind of gray green eyes, a bit
close together, a more than adequate nose and wide
mouth, certainly not the current model of beauty
although I had seen kids around that were much
further down the ugly scale. Nothing at all
surprising, I might have picked her out of a group
as George's little sister.
She saw me looking at her, blushed a bit then
looked right back at me. She saw an 18 year old
college freshman, a little less than 6 ft, 170lb,
light brown hair. Fairly good shape, I jogged
some and swam.
I let her look for a moment, then held out my hand
and said, "You pass muster, do I?"
She looked at my hand for a beat, then took it for
a shake. "You're better lookin' than most of
George's friends."
"Sarah!", from an older model from the same mold
as her daughter, a short, slender, small breasted
light brunette. "That's no way to greet a guest."
"It's quite a bit my fault.", I said, "I
established the theme. I'm Sam Edwards, your
dinner guest. Thank you for inviting me
Mrs. Anderson.", holding out my hand to her.
"Glad to have you.", she took my hand in a firm
grip and gave it a double shake. "Come on in. I'd
prefer Alice. Mrs. Anderson is my mother-in-law."
"George, Sam's here!", she called up the stairs.
George came down, "Hi Sam, you're early."
"Didn't want to be late for a free dinner,
especially one that isn't dorm food."
"That bad?", asked his mother.
"Well, seldom terrible, but I can cook better than
that. Odds are excellent that you will do much
better than typical Friday night dinner."
"Quite likely, on the other hand, until you've
tried cooking for 250, with a 30 minute serving
window, don't criticize them too harshly -- it's
harder than you would think.", Alice told me.
"I got talked into cooking for a Girl Scout camp
one year. Just 60 campers and staff was
difficult. No one raised their banner in revolt,
but I didn't get asked back. Not one of my
prouder moments."
I thought a moment, "I suppose so, I never thought
of what it would take to cook in bulk."
Alice led us through a door and into the living
room. A man was sitting, reading a newspaper.
"Dad, this is Sam Edwards, my chem lab buddy and
math tutor. Sam, Ralph Anderson, dad, engineer,
professor, baseball coach.", said George.
He rose and held out his hand, "Pleased to meet
you.", we shook.
He was quite a bit older than Alice, more than a
bit of gray and balding. Again, an older version
of George, it gave me a pretty good notion of what
he might look like in 20 or 30 years.
"Come on up.", said George, "I could use a little
help with one of the calc problems, then we can
play computer games for a while." His dad
snorted, waved us off. "Have fun you guys, why
in my day, we had to make our own computer games
out of vacuum tubes."
"Yeah, forty miles each way, in the snow, uphill
both ways.", was George's rejoinder.
"You wound me -- 'twas but a mere twenty.", from
his dad. He sat back down and picked up the
paper.
We headed up the stairs, Sarah followed.
She came into the room behind me, George looked at
her oddly, but didn't say anything. He got out
his calculus book and showed me the problem that
was giving him trouble. I spent a few minutes
showing him the trick, then pointed out the
section of text in the book that covered the
concept. He spend a couple of minutes reading,
then ten more on the problem.
Sarah watched for a few minutes as he
worked. "Could you help me with my math Sam?"
"Probably, what do you need?"
She went and got her book and papers.
"We're supposed to be dividing fractions, and I
just don't get it."
George looked up from his work and studied his
little sister a moment, kind of smirked and went
back to calculus.
I looked at him for a moment, then back to
Sarah. "Show me a problem that you're having
trouble with."
(23/17) / (18/39), she showed me.
"Well --", I told her. "those are some pretty ugly
numbers. Let's start with some simple numbers.
Write down (1/2) / (1/4). How many quarters are
there in a half?"
She studied a moment, "Two."
"So, if you do this problem, the answer is?"
"Two. But I don't see how to do it for a harder
problem.", she complained.
"We'll get there.", I told her. "Now, let's do a
simpler one yet. Write down (1) / (1/4). What's
the answer to that one?"
"Four.", she said, somewhat defiantly.
"Correct.", I smiled at her. "The rote method of
doing the problem is to turn the bottom part
upside down, then multiply against the top. Can
you multiply fractions?"
"Yeah, you multiply the two tops together, then
the two bottoms and make a new fraction."
"OK -- the tops are called the numerator, the
bottoms the denominator. Now do that with this
last problem."
"But 1 doesn't have a top and bottom -- numerator
and denominator.", she protested.
"What's 1/1?", I asked her.
Beat, beat, "Oh."
She wrote down (4/1) * 1/1) = 4/1 and looked at me.
"Very good. What's 4/1?"
"Four."
"Quite correct.", I told her, "And by happy
coincidence, the same answer you gave me a few
minutes ago."
She slugged my arm, not very hard, "You're making
fun of me."
"Not at all. A bit snarky perhaps, but you're
doing quite well.
Now for the expansion on why this works for
fractions. Go back to that first one I gave you.
What we want to do is make the denominator 1
instead of 1/4.
Are you aware that if you multiply both the
numerator and denominator by the same number, it
doesn't change the fraction?"
She nodded.
"So, taking the denominator, what would you
multiply it by to make it equal 1?", I asked her.
She studied the problem for a moment. "Four."
"Correct again -- to generalize it, you should
multiply it by 4/1. This allows for a fraction
like 2/3 where the numerator is greater than 1.
So, if you multiply the numerator by 4/1 and the
denominator by 4/1, what do you get?"
She worked for a couple of minutes. "(4/2) /
(4/4).", she answered.
"Once more correct. I presume you can reduce
fractions."
Sarah nodded and went back to work. "The answer
is 2.", she said in a moment.
"Very good, now try your original problem.", I said.
This took her three or four minutes. "897/306.",
she said slowly. "I think."
"Looks plausible.", I told her. I picked up
George's calculator. "Checks out, very good.
Now, can you reduce it any?"
She studied a moment. "I'm not sure, 2 won't work."
"But three will.", I told her.
She looked again, "How can you tell?"
"A trick -- add the digits of a number. If that
number is divisible by three, the original number
will be divisible by three.", I told her, "3 + 0 + 6
= 9 -- divisible by three. 8 + 9 + 7 = 24. If it
isn't obvious to you that 24 works, 2 + 4 =
6 -- divisible by three."
"Cool." She soon had 299/102. She checked, "Now
three won't work.", she reported.
"Do you know what an integer is?", I asked.
She wrinkled her forehead a bit, "Whole numbers?",
she ventured.
"Correct. Do you know about prime numbers?", I
asked her. "Not really, one story mentioned them,
but I didn't understand.", she replied.
"A prime number is an integer that is not evenly
divisible by any integer but itself and one.
So, zero and 1 are special cases. 2 is the only even
prime. 3 is next, not evenly divisible by 2. 4 is
not prime, it is 2 x 2. 5 is prime, neither 2 nor
3 will divide it with no remainder. 6 is not, 3 x
2. Seven is prime, and it goes on from there.
Next thing to do is to try the next prime number,
5. Will 5 divide 299 and 102 evenly?"
Sarah checked, "No."
"7?", I asked.
A bit longer this time, "No."
"OK then, 8,9 and 10 are not prime. They are
called composite numbers since they can be written
as the product of primes. 11 is prime, but 11 x
11 = 121 which is more than 102.
So, we can say that 299 and 102 are mutually prime
-- they share no prime divisors -- and we are
done."
Sarah beamed and gave me a hug. "Thank you Sam."
I glanced over at George, he was watching with a
grin which he blanked and went back to his work
when he saw me looking.
"Dinner's ready, wash your hands and come on
down.", came the call from downstairs.
Sarah grabbed her stuff and headed for her room,
then joined me in George's bathroom to wash her
hands. Done, she led me down stairs and seated me
beside her at the table.
Ralph came in and said, "I didn't hear the usual
game noises."
"Sam helped me with a calculus problem, then Sarah
had him help her with compound fractions for a
while.", said George.
Ralph gave a look at his daughter. "I -- see.",
with a small smile that was quite similar to the
look George had given when Sarah asked for help
upstairs.
Dinner was excellent, topped off by a cherry
cobbler with ice cream. George, Sarah and I
helped clear the table, George loaded the
dishwasher and we retired to the living room.
Ralph and Alice were sitting on a love-seat, Sarah
led me to a recliner and climbed into my lap.
We watched TV till nine. When the show ended I
somewhat reluctantly removed Sarah from my lap and
headed for home. Sarah walked me to the door and
gave me a hug.
"Thanks again for the help with my math, Sam."
"You are quite welcome.", I told her. "See you
another day."
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Chapter 2
Tuesday in chem lab George commented, "You seem to
have made quite the hit with Sarah, Friday."
"Yeah, she was pretty cuddly."
"She isn't much inclined to cuddle as a regular
thing, besides that, she gets mostly 'A's in
school. Never a 'B' in math. She was pulling the
'Dumb Blonde' ploy on you. You should feel
flattered.", he laughed.
"I believe I am. I kind of suspected something
like this from the looks you and your dad were
giving us. Besides, she caught onto a fairly
complex subject quite quickly. Few kids that were
really having trouble with compound fractions
would have got it that quickly. I know, I did
math tutoring in late high school.
What is she, fourth grade?"
"Yup, nine, ten in July.
Sarah and mom both invite you to dinner again
this Friday. Mom added 'Unless you are
uncomfortable being an object of preteen
infatuation.'", he said.
"Dinner was good enough to make up for it. On the
other hand, Sarah might compensate for a worse
dinner. Tell them 'Thank you and I accept.'", I
replied.
A while later, "George, what's your guess about
how Sarah would take it if I call her on her
deception? Not harshly, more to point out that
the effort is flattering, but we might do
something more interesting instead."
A fairly lengthy pause as he did a titration.
"She'll be a bit embarrassed. I doubt she'll be
mad, at least not for long."
"Do you, or Sarah, have any of Martin Gardner's
math and logic puzzle books?", I asked.
"No, I don't think so."
"I'll bring her a gift then."
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Chapter 3
Friday evening I was back at their house. This
time when I pulled into the drive Sarah came
running out.
"Hi Sam!", she said.
"Good evening, Sarah.", I replied, taking off my
helmet.
She led me into the house. I put down my helmet,
jacket and fished Martin Gardner's 'Aha!, Insight'
out of my backpack.
"I thought it might be more fun to work on math
problems where you didn't already know the
answers.", I said, handing her the book.
She blushed, looked at the floor and mumbled
something that I didn't quite catch.
I picked her up and hugged her. "That's quite
alright, I found it quite flattering.
You didn't do a real good job of 'Dumb Blonde'
though. You caught on too quick. You'll have to
work on your technique."
She snuggled against my shoulder. Alice came into
the entry way and saw Sarah in my arms. She looked
at the book in Sarah's hand. "I see you saw
through her ploy.", she laughed.
"Mooom.", protested Sarah.
Alice laughed at her.
"That's OK.", I told her with another hug and back
rub. "George let the cat out of the bag, but I
already rather suspected that the pig might
meow. I would much rather have a smart blonde than
a dumb blonde for a girlfriend anyway."
"Why would a cat be in a bag in the first place?",
she asked, clearly trying to change the subject.
"You read a lot?", I asked her.
"Uh, huh.", she nodded.
"Only things with words on them, she's somewhere
around ninth or tenth grade reading level.", her
mother offered.
"You've heard of a 'pig in a poke'?", I asked
Sarah.
"Yeah, it didn't make much sense."
"Well, a 'poke' is an obsolete term for a sack.
In the days of the village markets, someone with
extra weaner pigs would bring them to market to
sell. Since pigs don't have a skinny neck like a
lamb or calf, it's hard to tie a rope to them to
hold them, so the farmer would put a pig into a
poke, a sack, to keep it from running off at the
market.
Hence the term, 'Buying a pig in a poke'."
"But what about the cat?", she asked.
"It appears that not all of the pig in a poke
purveyors were perfectly honest.
"You use an awful lot of 'p's' she said, thumping
me on the shoulder.
"I'm, sorry.", I hung my head, "Excessive extended
embellishment by alliteration is one of my
failings."
She made a face, stuck her tongue out at me and
hit me again, "Pursue the part about the pigs.",
she ordered.
Alice watched me and her daughter with stifled
laughter.
I made a show of wincing at her pronouncement and
poke, then continued. "They might put a cat in the
poke instead of a pig. Then try to persuade the
buyer that they couldn't peek lest they let the
pig escape.
A big cat and a small pig would be about the same
size and weight, both would squirm if you poked at
the poke, but cat bacon is quite inferior to pig
bacon."
"Cat bacon, yuck!", from Sarah.
"Potential pig in a poke purchasers", (Another
thump on the arm), "agreed with you, so, a
paranoid pig purchaser might insist on peeking
into the poke. (Thump) Finding a furry face and claws
instead of a snout and hooves, he would then...",
I paused.
"Let the cat out of the bag!", Sarah laughed. "That
makes a lot more sense now."
She gave me a hug, "You did explain fractions
better than the teacher. I understand why it
works to cross multiply now." She wiggled down and
led me into the living room, placed me in the same
recliner then got into my lap with the book.
I helped her find a problem that was within her
math skills, but tricky enough to be a challenge.
Most of the problems in that book are ones where
they look hard at first, but if you take the right
view, the solution is easy. In a little while we
wound up in her room at her desk where she could
use pencil and paper. Part way through the third
problem we got called for dinner.
It came up in the conversation at dinner that
Ralph and Alice were duplicate bridge players. I
showed a trace of interest, so after dinner a
table was set up and George was co-opted as a
fourth. He played with Alice and I partnered with
Ralph.
I'd played hearts, spades and pinochle so I wasn't
a total loss. I started to catch on to simple
bidding he and Alice where using. Ralph was a
bridge teacher so he had a cheat sheet that I
could use. I left that evening with a slim
beginners book on bidding and play.
As I was leaving, Sarah asked, "Can I have a ride
on your motorcycle?"
"I'll have to say 'Sure, but--'", I replied. I
don't have a helmet here that would fit you.
Besides, it's 9:15, bedtime for you."
"How about tomorrow, we could get a helmet.", she
said bouncing up and down a bit.
I looked at her parents, raising a brow. "It's OK
with *me*, I would enjoy it and don't have
anything scheduled for tomorrow."
Her dad got up, "Let's go out and let me watch you
ride a little."
I'd ridden dirt bikes since I was about 8, so I
got on, paddled down the slope of the drive in
reverse, then rode down the block to near the
intersection, turned around smoothly, rode past
their driveway at normal residential speed, turned
around again, came back and parked in the spot
where I started.
"Looks like your skills are adequate, how about
meeting us here at 10AM tomorrow and we'll go get
her a helmet. Do you have an opinion about which
dealer?
I confessed to a lack of local knowledge, and
agreed to the hour and place.
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Chapter 4
Next morning I pulled into their driveway. Sarah
came running out to greet me. She held up her
arms and I picked her up and gave her a hug,
getting a kiss on the cheek in return. Ralph came
out to act a chauffeur and cashier.
"Good morning Ralph.", I greeted him.
"Mornin.", he gave a small smile at his daughter's
perch.
"I got to thinking last night -- there are basically
two ways to go on the helmet purchase. Go to
Wally-World and get a 25 - $50 el cheapo. Or go to a
motorcycle store and spend $200+ for a good one.
One would expect to replace the cheap one soon, it
won't be as comfortable as a good one, and will
probably get loose as the liner compresses fairly
quickly. On the other hand, she is probably
growing, and soon will go into a growth spurt, so
a good helmet will have a short half life anyway.
The good helmet would be the choice if she were to
ride a lot. Better weather protection and sound
reduction.
My vote would be for the cheap one for now. Then
if she stays with it we'll have a better idea
what to buy next time."
"What about safety. Wouldn't the higher end
helmet be better?", Ralph asked.
"Perhaps. Any helmet sold as a motorcycle or
snowmobile helmet has to meet Snell and DOT
certification, so it will be pretty good. There
is probably a very narrow crack, where a better
helmet would make a significant difference, but
almost always either the helmet will be good
enough, or it wouldn't have made a difference
anyway.", I replied.
"I suppose that a meteor over 50 feet in diameter
would cause the helmet to fail.", he agreed.
"Quite likely, although it would probably be hard
to prove.", I replied.
I looked at Sarah, she was wearing sneakers,
shorts and a pullover top. "You have some sort of
hikers for shoes?", I asked her.
"Uh, huh.", she nodded.
I put her down, "Put on jeans, the hikers, a long
sleeved shirt and bring gloves and a good jacket.",
I told her. "Wear socks too.", noticing that she
wasn't wearing any.
Ten minutes later I was following them to Walmart.
We found an acceptable helmet, pink with flower
stickers -- fortunately it was much too small for
me, I would never have to wear it. That and a
poly rain suit got her minimal riding gear.
I delivered the standard lecture on how to be a
motorcycle passenger then gave her foam ear plugs
from my supplies, put on my riding pants and put her
extra gear in the soft luggage.
We departed with plans for a 20 mile loop. That
would give Sarah an intro to motorcycle passenger
101, shouldn't get her too tired and would leave
us close enough to call for a ride if she decided
riding with me wasn't as much fun as she had
hoped.
Per discussion, Ralph followed us for five miles
or so, then headed for home.
After the first few corners, Sarah did fine as a
passenger. We arrived at her house in good time.
She started to get off a bit soon, I grabbed the
handle bars and straightened the bike back up.
Sarah got off, took off her helmet and removed the
ear plugs.
"You're supposed to wait till I have the engine
shut off, brace and tell you I'm ready, before you
try to get on or off.", I chided her.
"Sorry, I'll try to remember.
Can we go some more?"
"Where do you want to go?", I asked.
"I dunno, a long ways?"
"How about the big bookstore in Wilsonville?", I
suggested. "Then we could stop at a game store if
you want."
"K, that sounds like fun."
"You'll have to convince your parents to let you
go.", I pointed out.
About then her mother came out. "I see the biker
chick has returned.", she said with a grin. "How
did you like it?"
"It was lots of fun, mommy. Can I go with Sam to
the bookstore?"
"Which one?", Alice asked me.
"I was thinking Barnes & Nobel in Wilsonville.", I
replied. "Perhaps hit the game store at the mall
while we were there."
"Hmm. Come in and have lunch and we'll think
about it.", her mother said.
"Thank you, I accept. Not that a teen boy
snagging a free lunch should surprise you."
"Hardly.", she snorted.
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Chapter 5 -- Off to the book store.
We departed a while after lunch, promising to be
back by 6PM for dinner at 7. I unloaded the
backpack on the sissy bar to make room for
purchases and gave Ralph my cell number, but
pointed out that while we were on the road, that I
wouldn't be able to answer the phone. I promised
to check for messages anytime we stopped where
there was coverage. Sarah had $40 from her dad
with a codicil that if he didn't approve of the
books, that half was coming out of her allowance.
Games were to be 50-50.
We headed out on secondary roads, the 175 was
never going to be a good touring bike,
particularly not two up, even if the passenger
weighed less than 60 pounds. It would run at 60
under good conditions, but much freeway travel
would be a stretch. On the other hand, it was a
pleasant day and we had plenty of time. It was
about 30 miles one way, enough to give Sarah a
nice ride, not far enough to make the seat a
problem for me.
We pulled into the parking lot, this time Sarah
properly waited till I was ready, then stood on
the left peg and swung her right foot over the
seat and stepped straight down.
"Very nice.", I told her. "That's the way it's
supposed to be done." Sarah beamed.
We locked the helmets to the bike and went into
the store. As usual, I found more books than I
had money for, finally choosing a couple of
paperbacks and another math puzzle book for Sarah.
Sarah choose a couple of books from the early teen
section. "If I get books from these shelves,
daddy won't make me pay for them.", she explained.
We checked out and walked to the game store
nearby. I was hoping to find a used copy of a
game I wanted to try. I failed but Sarah found a
game she wanted. It put her a bit over budget so
I wound up subsidizing her by $5.
I checked in by cell, then we picked up gas and
headed for home. We had over two hours available
so I headed up through some hills, making a loop
about 75 miles long to get the 30 net.
I stopped at an overlook with a rest area about
half way. Sarah leaned against me as we admired
the scenery and I rubbed her back for a few
minutes.
"Do you have a girl friend?", Sarah asked after a
bit.
"Not now, I had one last year in high school, then
part of the summer -- sort of.", I replied.
"You broke up?", she asked.
"Not exactly, it kind of was like one of the
stories in one of the bad romance novels I see
that you and your mother read. With a twist that
would never work in one of them.", I told her
remembering Vicky Petersen.
"What happened.", Sarah prompted.
"You promise not to laugh at me?", I asked her.
"Uh huh.", she said, making an X over her heart.
"Well --", I told her, "I had gotten into my senior
year without having a girlfriend, or even a date.
In January one of the cheerleaders, Vicky
Petersen, came up to me and asked me if I would go
to one of the school dances with her. She was one
of the girls on the edge of the 'In Crowd' and
someone I knew but hadn't talked to much. A fair
student, not one of the cheerleader stereotype
that just squeaked by, but not in national honor
society either by any means.
I was flattered enough to accept, and had a
surprisingly good time. She hinted that she would
like to continue the relationship loudly enough
for even a teen boy geek to get the idea, and I
wound up with a steady girl friend for the rest of
the school year."
I paused for a long moment, "Then what happened?
That doesn't sound like much of a story so far.",
Sarah prompted again.
"Soap episode one --", I continued, "Along in May,
one of her friends make a remark about me and a
bet.
I inquired, a bit firmly, and Vicky finally
confessed that the initial invitation had been
part of a bet, that she could get me to take her
to a dance and then a movie soon after. Her
friends figured that I was a geek, afraid of
girls and probably gay as well."
"Gay?", Sarah asked.
"Homosexual, a guy who wants to do sex stuff with
other guys. I'm not, but up till her, I didn't do
much with girls either.", I answered her.
"Oh.", was her response.
"She grabbed onto my arm pretty firmly and managed
to get the next sentence out before I fled in
shame. She had won the bet and got paid off about
three weeks after the dance. And was still going
out with me four months later.
She wasn't one of the brains at school, but she
was a much better people person than you or me.
She got me calmed down, and truly believing that
she liked me and enjoyed our relationship. She
was even good enough to explain to me in a way
that didn't hurt too much, that our relationship
was going to come to an end in mid July. She was
going to start at a beauty school in Arizona where
an Aunt and Uncle lived the first of August, and I
had accepted a scholarship here. That it had been
a lot of fun, and she would remember me always,
but didn't see us living together for long term."
"Did you love her?", Sarah asked after a bit.
I replied after a long pause, "I thought I did.
But splitting up didn't hurt near as much as I
thought it should have -- so I don't know."
"Oh.", said Sarah again. She leaned against my
side and put her arms around me and gave me a long
hug.
We arrived at her house a little before six,
unloaded our loot and I repacked the stuff I had
cached while we were out.
Ralph came by and asked about the bridge studies.
I told him that I had finished reading the book,
we discussed some of the things I didn't
understand at first.
Sarah piped up, "Will you teach me too, daddy?"
Ralph looked at her for a long moment, glanced at
me, then with a twinkle in his eyes. "Why
certainly daughter. I'd be glad to."
He got her a copy of the beginning bridge text
book, shortly we wound up in the recliner again,
me with one of the new novels I bought that
afternoon, and Sarah reading the bridge book. It
was a thin book and she read pretty fast, she had
nearly finished it time dinner was announced.
After dinner and cleanup, Ralph asked her if she
was ready to try playing. She allowed as how she
thought she was. George didn't push at all for a
place at the table, watched with amusement as Sarah
was persuaded that being partners with her dad and
me with her mom would work better than two
beginners trying to play together.
Sarah was pretty amazing. I like to think I'm a
quick study with a good memory, but she held the
contents of the book in her head well enough that
I could watch her mentally paging through the book
hunting for the correct bid for a situation.
Alice and I won, but it was mostly because I was
more experienced at remembering what had already
been played, and at getting more out of the cards
and combinations that I could envision.
By 9:30 Sarah was wilting, and over her protests
was sent to bed. I got a hug and kiss, this time
on the mouth, and thanked for the afternoon ride.
Ralph accompanied me to the door. "I'm very glad
to see that Sarah has a friend that's as smart as
she is.", he said. "Few people would work on those
math puzzles for fun."
"She's a pretty bright kid, and fun to be around.
I enjoyed today very much.", I replied.
"I have been instructed to invite you for Friday
dinner again."
I checked the calendar on my phone. "I don't have
any conflicts, the food is excellent and the
company is superb. Thank you, I'll be here."
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Chapter 6
In chem lab George twitted me about my new
girlfriend. I just worked at looking smug, which
didn't give him much of a handle to tease me. He
didn't really try very hard, and admitted that he
too was glad that Sarah had a geek friend that
appreciated a geek girl.
Friday when I arrived, Sarah came running out with
her helmet and jacket. "Can we go for a ride?",
she asked.
"We better check with your folks.", I told her. We
went inside and got approval for up to 45
minutes, loaded up and departed. We didn't really
go any place in particular, just a short loop out
of town then back.
After dinner Ralph had a meeting and George didn't
want to play bridge. They had an X-box and a copy
of Portal. The essence of the game is that you
have a gun that can fire a blue portal or an
orange portal onto a suitable surface. Not all
surfaces will accept a portal. If you go through
one portal, you will come out the other. Distance
nor height between the portals is not important,
nor is orientation of the portals. You can have a
portal on the floor, ceiling or wall. You come
out of the portal with the same velocity, relative
to the exit portal that you had when you went into
the entrance portal. You seem to have cat feet,
and are immune to going 'splat' because you fell
too far. Not, however immune to death from
falling into an acid bath or having something fall
on you. Nor energy bolts and lasers.
As I kind of planned, we spent about half our time
playing the game, and half teaching/learning
physics, specifically Newtonian physics.
Time we quit, Sarah was getting it, momentum and
acceleration due to gravity. You don't have to
calculate them to do well in this game, but having
a feel for how it works is necessary.
After a bit, when Sarah was playing I would gently
rub her back with the tips of my fingers, soon I
was reaching up under her t-shirt to caress her
bare skin. She started returning the favor while I
played, then went and fetched a brush and brushed
my hair as well.
Alice came in, watched us for a while, shook her
head and left. Ralph repeated the process when he
got home. "You two are a good match.", he said,
"Doing physics for pleasure."
By 9:30 Sarah was making mistakes that she
wouldn't have an hour earlier and I shut the game
down. I departed with a promise to return
tomorrow for lunch and bridge in the afternoon.
The next afternoon Ralph took Sarah and me to a
bridge club game instead of lessons at home.
A) All the old ladies thought that it was real
cute, Sarah playing with me.
B) We didn't win. All those little old ladies
that thought we were cute didn't let that stop
them from trouncing us soundly.
C) We had a good enough time that we planned to
play again.
Ralph spent the afternoon kibitzing us and making
notes. When we got home he spent another hour
taking us over hands where we had problems.
We went for a half hour ride before supper then
wound up in the living room after supper, Sarah in
my lap, each of us reading a book. It was
pleasant enough sitting there that it was a bit of
a surprise when Alice told Sarah that it was 9:30
and time for her to get to bed. Sarah protested
that she was quite comfy where she was.
"I see that, you both look most comfy. Which
doesn't change the hour a bit. To bed young lady
--dinner next Friday Sam?"
I took my cue, thanked her, gave Sarah a quick hug
got a kiss on the cheek, and departed.
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Chapter 7
That pretty well set the scene for Fridays and
Saturdays for the rest of the term. I would get
there after my last class on Friday. By now, I
didn't worry about getting there before George.
Most of the time Sarah would grab me and we'd go
out for a hour - hour and a half ride. We got
pretty familiar with all the little roads within
that radius from her house. After dinner we would
frequently play a few rounds of chicago bridge
interspersed with lessons, read or watch TV with
Sarah for a while, then I would go back to the
dorm between 9 and 10PM.
I was in honors classes and taking a fairly heavy
schedule. It had been more than a bit of a shock
to move into an environment where I was only
somewhat above average. Along with a number of my
peers in the high end classes, I was accustomed to
being one of the very top few. I'd messed up a
bit and had to settle for Salutatorian at high
school graduation. I was first till the last
quarter, then the girl that beat me put on a full
court press while I fooled around and got a A- in
American History. As a consolation prize, the
Valedictorian and I were second and fourth in the
state -- and fifth place was my best friend in
high school. It took all of the first quarter and
half the second to hit my stride -- by then I was
below average in the standings. This was not an
accustomed state of affairs and I was working to
correct it.
At the Anderson residence, Sarah and I started to
be spoken of and to as Sam-n-Sarah. Most Saturdays
I would arrive at the Anderson's around 10AM, do
homework with Sarah and George, then after lunch,
go to a bridge game with Sarah or Ralph. After
dinner, I would frequently do more homework with
Sarah either sitting beside me or in my lap.
A few weeks later Sarah and I were in her room
after dinner. Her bed was rigged like a hospital
bed so we could sit on it much like a recliner
with the head up and our knees up. In addition,
Ralph had rigged a pair of tables on arms that
could be placed for either laptop or writing work.
It was a very nice place to sit and study, and the
company made it even better.
I was working on a history paper and was pretty
deep into the civil war -- I came back up for a
break and found Sarah sitting on her knees beside
me and combing my hair. I played the last while
back and realized that she had worked on my hair
on the other side for a while, standing beside me,
then rubbing my back and shoulder what she could
reach, then had moved onto her side of the bed and
had been gently and slowly grooming me for a fair
while.
I swung my table out of the way and pulled her
into a hug on my lap. She snuggled for a minute
or so, then twisted around, raised up and gave me
a kiss on the lips. I froze for a second in
surprise, fortunately Sarah was concentrating on
what she was doing and didn't notice my
flinch. After the hesitation, I returned the kiss,
trying to follow her lead. She clearly was trying
to kiss from what she had seen on TV and was
pushing too hard and moving too quickly. After a
few seconds I pulled back a bit.
"Gently and slowly Sarah, it isn't a race or a
contest." I pulled her back to me and gently
kissed her for another few seconds.
"Now, open your mouth just a little, like this.", I
kissed her again, this time taking fifteen or
twenty seconds, holding her against me with one
arm and rubbing her back with the other hand. I
became aware of my erection pressing against her
bottom where she was sitting in my lap. It didn't
go down very fast when Sarah, snuggled back
against my chest, practically purring as I
continued to rub her back while she rubbed my
chest.
"You have a stiffy.", she whispered with a giggle
and a wiggle against my lap.
"I have this beautiful sexy girl that just gave me
a wonderful kiss then is cuddled in my lap playing
with my chest hair. It's all her fault.", I
replied in a similar whisper, sans giggle.
"I know.", she said, a bit smugly. "You get one
any time I hug and kiss you, even on the cheek."
She kissed me again, longer this time.
"Get a room, you guys.", came from George through
Sarah's doorway. Sarah jerked away, blushing.
I held Sarah against my chest so she couldn't pull
away any further.
"We have a room. You could close the door if
we're embarrassing you.", I told him.
He laughed and hooked the door shut with his
foot.
It was nearly 9PM so we sat there for a little
longer, kissing and caressing, then I put Sarah
down and started packing up to leave. By the time
I had my work packed up, my hard on had mostly
gone down. Sarah walked me out to my bike, and
gave me another kiss and hug after I got the
backpack on and was ready to load up and leave.
Sarah continued to practice her kissing at every
opportunity -- in a few weeks she was at least as
good a kisser as Vicky had been in high school last
year. We worked into fairly heavy petting
although limited under clothes touching to the
upper torso's.
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Finals came and I did a good grade of OK, which in
a way was a bit disappointing. On the other hand
it was a good grade of OK in honors classes and a
significant improvement over first quarter.
Compared to that, I was pretty well off.
The 450 mile trip home spring break had me to
dreaming of a bigger bike. This one did very well
for a dorm guy's transportation though, gas and
parking were both minimal, on the other hand, I
frequently had a passenger these days, and more
power, a better seat, a windshield and hard
luggage were starting to look very attractive.
I was back a week later on Sunday, ready for
classes on Monday. Friday I was at the Anderson's
for dinner as usual. Sarah came out when I pulled
into the driveway. She waited till I was off the
bike and had my helmet off, then gave me a big
hug.
"I missed you the last two weeks Sam."
"I missed you too, Sarah.", picking her up for a
hug, giving and getting a kiss on the cheek.
"Can we go for a long ride?", she asked me.
"Perhaps. When and where to?", I asked back.
"We could go to the beach."
"We could, on the other hand even in the southern
half of California, the weather is pretty rough
for swimming the first of April."
"Yeah, but not very many people go this time of
year, and the storms bring up lots of neat
stuff.", Sarah replied.
"You do remember that freight capacity on my bike
is pretty limited.", I pointed out.
She shrugged, "You could haul an awful lot of
shells."
"OK, you talk your parents into it. Not this
weekend nor next, perhaps the one after if the
weather is good enough.", I replied.
Two weeks later we rolled out at 6AM on a Saturday
morning. I had my full riding gear on and Sarah
had ski clothing. I had my electric vest and
gloves. I figured that if Sarah got cold we could
trade off at least part of the time. Alice was
prepared to come and fetch Sarah if things go too
rough, but we didn't expect to need it.
The weather was around 40 degrees and cloudy,
intermittent rain was forecast for the trip to the
coast, but coastal weather was expected to be
clear and 50 to 65 degrees. We stopped at a
McDonald's for breakfast at around 7. I expected
it to take around 3 hours on the bike to make the
coast, then we would have most of the day to work
our way north till we decided we were too tired or
bored, or it got to be 6PM, which ever came first.
An hour or so out of McDonald's, Sarah thumped me
on the back. "I need a bathroom.", she hollered
when I looked back at her. I looked at the map on
the tank bag. It looked like it would be 30
minutes or so to the next town.
"How bad, it looks like half an hour to the next
town?", I yelled back.
"Real bad!"
I looked ahead, we were up in the hills in a
forest. There was a wide spot on the
shoulder a ways up, I pulled off and stopped.
"There's no bathroom here.", Sarah protested as she
got off the bike.
I pointed at the trees.
"I can't go pee over there, there's no place to
sit."
"You could lean against a tree, or I could hold
you up.", I told her while I rummaged it the tank
bag to get some tissues.
"Hold me up how?"
I put the tissues in a pocket, got off the bike
and turned Sarah so she was facing away from me.
I reached down from behind her and picked her up,
holding her just above the knees so her legs were
stuck out in front and her knees were a bit higher
than her bottom. "Like this, with your pants down
of course."
"She dithered for a moment then grabbed me by the
hand and led me towards the trees. Out of sight
of the road, she turned to face me. "OK, hold me
up so I can pee.", she ordered.
I knelt on one knee and unfastened first her outer
pants, then her jeans and pulled them and her
panties down to her ankles. Her pussy was right
there in front of me, with a fairly high slit and
puffy lips. I caught a whiff of little girl
pussy, a first for me, and my cock came to full
attention in my pants. I stood, adjusted it so it
wasn't quite as uncomfortable, then moved behind
Sarah and picked her up, holding her so her knees
were a foot and a half apart. This gave me a nice
view of her pussy. Sarah looked up at me looking
at her, with an expression on her face that looked
half embarrassed and half smug. She then looked
down and released the flow. It arched out in a
thick, pale yellow stream which lasted longer than
I would have expected, then sagged and dripped.
I held her till the dripping pretty well stopped,
then turned away from the wet strip and sat her
back on her feet. I straightened then fished the
tissues out of my pocket and held them out to her.
She looked at them for a moment, then with a
mischievous grin, spread her knees apart and
thrust her pelvis forward. Since that seemed to
be what she wanted, I used one of the tissues to
wipe her, probably more thoroughly than was
strictly necessary, then pulled up her panties,
smoothing them carefully over her pussy, then
pants and over-pants.
"Your turn to pee now.", she instructed me.
"It would probably be a good idea, but I can't
right now.", I told her.
"Why not?"
"Guys can't pee when they have a stiffy, the valve
shuts off.", I replied, "This sexy beautiful girl
that I love just let me look at her pussy, then
feel her up. It's clearly all her fault."
Smug. One could have put a picture of her in
wikipedia as an example of a smug expression.
I laughed a little, hugged her against my chest as
she stood in front of me. After a moment, she
twisted around and reached up around my neck. I
picked her up and we kissed for a long moment
before returning to the bike to go on.
We worked our way north along the coast, stopping
at most of the interesting beaches to look for
shells and salvage. The prize of the day was a
glass fishing float, green glass and almost too
big to load onto the bike. A salvaged piece of
cloth and the bikers friend, Ductape got it
attached to the sissy bar under the backpack. A
fairly large collection of nice shells and bits of
interesting driftwood went into plastic bags and
into the backpack.
By 4PM we were 125 miles north and decided it was
time to head for home. Everything was going fine
till around 6:30. I was following a pickup and
it dodged something on the road in the dusk. The
edge of a tire caught the obstacle which then
flipped and spun down the road in front of us. It
was some sort of a piece of metal that bounced
erratically, I braked hard and tried to dodge, but
when I zigged, so did the piece. I wound up
running over it, it hooked the rear tire and
it went flat almost instantly.
It was a pretty tense moment but I was able to
stop without incident, the pickup stopped as well
and backed up to see how we fared.
Pickup people were a local farmer and his twelve
or so daughter -- We examined the tire, the piece
had ripped a hole about two inches long. I had
tools and stuff to fix a puncture, but that was
beyond the scope of a 1/4" plug. He offered to
load the bike into the pickup and haul us to the
nearest town with a Honda dealer.
I called Alice and Ralph, letting them know that
we had suffered an owie, no blood nor skin, just
money and delay and would report in later when we
had a more definite plan.
The dad knew the owner of the Honda shop and
called him at home. The dealer pleaded
obligations for the evening, but offered to open
up tomorrow morning at around 10AM to sell me a
tire and mount it. We agreed that I would remove
the rear wheel and be ready. He would call my
cell when he was ready and pick up Sarah, me and
the wheel at the local Motel-6, returning us when
we were done.
Our good Samaritans took us and the bike to the
motel, the girl was fascinated by the notion that
we were out riding this time of year for fun. We
thanked them profusely and promised to report the
rest of the story by email when we got home.
I went through the check-in process, getting us a
room with two beds. We took our stuff to the
room, stripped off our outer clothing then and
called my parents to report our adventure, along
with my need to spend two or three hundred dollars
on their credit card. That took 15 minutes or so,
then we called Sarah's folks with an update of our
status.
Alice took the report that we had a new tire lined
up and expected to be home mid afternoon the next
day. She then asked if we were in a private
place. I told her that we were in the motel room,
planning to walk to a nearby restaurant for a late
supper when we got off the phone.
"Please put your phone on speaker phone so I can
talk to both of you please Sam.", Alice
instructed. I did so.
"I know you two have been making out. You've been
discreet, so I haven't felt the need to officially
take note till now. Sam, I'm going to make you
responsible for this, no vaginal or anal
penetration for now, even if Sarah wants you to.",
came the instructions over the phone.
I looked at it in shock.
"Sarah, you recall that conversation we had a few
days ago about sex and how your body is
developing.", Alice said.
"Yes Mooom.", was her somewhat embarrassed response.
"You are not to try to fuck Sam tonight,
understand.", Alice continued.
Silence on our end.
"Are you guys still there?", Alice prompted after a
moment.
"Yes ma'am.", I sort of choked out, "I wasn't
planning to do anything like that tonight."
"I note that neither of you said 'don't want to'.",
she responded dryly. "You also put in the
qualifier of 'tonight'."
The accused stood mute.
"Sarah -- Sam?", She prompted.
"Yes Mooom.", Sarah replied, blushing pretty
brightly.
"Yes, Ma'am.", from me with similar blushes.
"You two may also take note of the fact that I
didn't tell you not to make out or sleep
together. I understand the limits of my control,
and that giving orders that won't be obeyed is not
good policy.", Alice continued.
"Yes Ma'am.", I replied again.
"Call us when you are ready to leave for home, or
run into further problems in the morning please.
Anything else we need to talk about tonight?"
"No Ma'am.", I replied.
"Have a good dinner and a good night. See you
tomorrow afternoon.", she hung up.
I shut the phone and looked at Sarah. She blushed
a bit but looked right back at me. I held out my
arms, she crawled into my lap and kissed me.
She snuggled against my chest for a minute or so.
"That was pretty scary when you hit that thing
then the motorcycle started wobbling."
"Probably so. Fortunately, that wasn't my first
flat tire. Even so, it wasn't a fun minute.", I
replied, "On the other hand, you done good. You
just grabbed onto my waist and held still. Saved
the fuss for later. That was very, very good,
thank you."
I gave her a hug and a kiss on the forehead, "You
ready to get some supper?".
She nodded, then slid off my lap and pulled on my
hand. I called the front desk and requested a
wake-up call at 7AM, checked that I had wallet and
key card and we headed off for a close by
restaurant that our new friends had recommended.
We returned most of an hour later. Sarah had
apparently been making plans because as soon as
the door was closed and lights turned on she held
up her arms to be picked up, wrapped her arms
around my neck and gave me a long deep kiss. "I
love you Sam.", she said, looking into my eyes from
about 6 inches away.
"I love you too Sarah.", I responded.
"Can I sleep with you tonight?"
"Your mom sort of gave us permission, so, I would
really like that.", I replied, giving her another
hug.
She wiggled down and sat me down on the bed, then
took off my shoes and socks. She then took off my
shirt, pushed me back so I was laying down and
unfastened my pants. She grabbed them and
attempted to pull them down. I raised my hips so
she could get them off. This left me in my
underwear with a very obvious erection as a tent
pole in them. She looked at that, giggled and
blushed a little then reached out and grasped it
through the cloth. At my sudden inhalation, she
snatched her hand away. Did I hurt you, she asked
anxiously.
"No, no. That felt real good, I was just
surprised.", I told her, taking her hand and
putting it back on my cock.
She felt of the shape through my shorts for a
moment, then grabbed them and pulled them off as
well. She spent a couple of minutes, looking at
me, bending my cock this way and that, then checking
out my balls. The feel was wonderful, but she was
inexperienced and I wasn't too close to cumming
from what she was doing.
After a few minutes I sat up, grabbed her, kissed
her for a moment then sat her on the bed. "My
turn now.", I told her and started removing her
shirt.
I had felt her up quite a bit over the last few
weeks, but this was the first time I had seen her
bare chest beyond peeks down the neck of her
shirt. She didn't have any breast development
yet, her nipples were circles on her chest, but
somewhat crinkled and erect. I fondled them for a
moment, observing that they had only been
partially erect before. I kissed her then kissed
and sucked on her nipples for a minute or so. I
moved down to her feet and removed shoes and
socks, then unfastened her pants and pulled them
off. As I had, she raised her hips to let me
remove them. I stood there looking at her for a
long moment. We had spent quite a bit of time
together swimming over the last few months, but
this was the first time I'd seen her without a top
on. I reached down and hooked the waistband of
her panties and started to slip them down. She
kind of flinched and made an aborted motion with
her hands to grab her panties. I froze in place,
still holding them, but not pulling them down any
further than the two inches I had already moved.
"Do you want me to stop?", I asked her. "Your mom
sort of gave permission for us to do this, but you
certainly don't have to do anything you don't want
to."
I released the waistband of her panties and stood
back up for a moment, watching her closely, and
trying to get a cue as to what she wanted to do.
Concentrating on how to keep Sarah happy, my hard
on started to soften and droop.
Sarah glanced down and saw me starting to wilt.
"Your stiffy's going away.", she said softly.
"I'm trying to figure out what you want to do
love, so I can do it with you. Do you want me to
put my shorts back on and we sleep that way?
She looked at me for a long moment, looked back
down at my cock which had gone well below half
mast, then raised her hips off the bed and pushed
her panties down as far as she could reach. She
raised her legs up towards me and held them.
Hoping I was reading the cue correctly, I reached
down and pulled her panties the rest of the way off her
legs, then stood there for a long moment admiring
her body. The aroma of little girl pussy was
strong in the air and my cock came back to full
attention with a surge.
Sarah looked down at my cock again. "Your
stiffy's back.", she giggled with a bit of
embarrassment.
"Well, I have a beautiful naked girl that I love,
in my bed looking at me with lust. That would
give most guys quite a stiffy." I moved her over
in the bed and lay down beside her, my hard on
laying on her leg.
I kissed her for a moment, caressing her chest
then down her stomach towards her pussy. She
didn't flinch at that, instead reaching down to
grasp my cock. I had pre-cum dripping a little by
then, a drop fell on her leg. She pulled back
from the kiss and looked at the head of my cock
with pre-cum oozing out.
"Is that your sperm, what makes babies.", she
asked.
"It's part of it, that's the liquid that the sperm
swim in, and a lubricant to make my penis slippery
enough to slide into you," I answered, working my
hand down over her slit, then dipping a finger
between the folds.
"Is sperm going to come out of it?", she asked.
"Mandy said that I would have to suck on it, or
let you put it in me to make the sperm come out."
I was still thinking enough that I sat back up and
went into the bathroom. I grabbed a bath towel
and a couple of smaller ones and came back to the
bed.
"What are those for?", Sarah asked.
"Unless we quit now, you're going to see what
sperm looks like real soon. This is so it won't
get on the bed so much.", I told her.
I had her raise up and tucked the bath towel under
her hips and put the others within easy reach. I
lay back down beside her, laying on my side, and
hooked her near leg over my hip, then moved the
other leg out till she was spread pretty wide. I
squirmed around till I my cock was aimed at her
pussy then moved up till I was almost touching her.
"If you want to see what cum looks like, take my
cock with your hand and rub it on your pussy for a
moment.", I said.
"Momma said we weren't supposed to fuck. Isn't
putting you in my pussy fucking?", she asked.
"I would have to stick it up inside you, I don't
know if we could get it all inside you, but at
least most of it would fit.", I replied, "You're
just going to rub it on the outside. If we were
to fuck, it would go into you to about here.", I
put a finger on her abdomen about half way between
the top of her slit and her navel.
"Oh.", she said, then curled up so she could see and
grasped me with both hands. I put my lower arm
under her shoulders and helped hold her up. She
rubbed the head of my cock up and down in her
pussy slit. I thrust a bit with my hips to push
gently against her, a little harder when she went
down to her vaginal opening. About fifteen
seconds of that and my balls drew up and I started
cumming big time into her slit. I pulled back a
moment and let a squirt go up onto her tummy then
pushed it back down into her vagina and held it
tight till I finished cumming.
I lay there beside her for a moment then pulled
her to me for a long kiss. After a moment I
pulled back a couple of inches. "I love you
Sarah.", I told her.
"Love you too, Sam.", she replied, then leaned back
into the kiss.
We lay there for a few minutes, then I grabbed one
of the towels and used it to keep from dripping as
I sat up in bed. I looked down at my lover's cum
covered crotch and used a finger in the slippery
to play with her clit for another minute or so,
then wiped her up till she wouldn't drip, stood
and carried her into the shower. I her pussy and
stomach, she washed my cock quite thoroughly, a
few moments of that and I was back to full
hardness. Sarah was fascinated by this and kept
washing it, I showed her how to do it and she
brought me to another orgasm in the shower.
When I came down from that, I dried her off, she
dried me off and I took her back to bed, this time
we got into the other one to make them both look
used. We laid there, cuddling and kissing for a
little while.
"Have you managed to cum yet, I don't think you
have while we were making out, but how about when
you play with yourself after I go home?", I asked
her.
She blushed a bit, "How did you know that I play
with my pussy.", she asked.
"Because if you didn't, you would be a most
unnatural kid. Probably 99.9% masturbate, almost
all of the ones that say they don't are lying.", I
told her.
"I'm not sure, it feels real good sometimes."
"Probably you haven't then, if you had I think you
would know it. Let's see if I can give you a
cum.", I said to her, then nibbled on her ear.
She jerked away for a second, then moved her head
back to my mouth. I gnawed gently on her ear for
a moment, then turned her head for a long deep
kiss, using my top hand to play with her nipples
then fondle her slit. After a moment, I started
kissing her neck, then down onto her chest, and
licked and kissed her nipples for a full minute
while continuing to caress her pussy with my
hand.
Sarah breathing was getting deeper and more
erratic as I worked on her, another minute or so
and I started kissing down her chest and across
her stomach. When I reached the top of her pussy
slit, I kissed around it for a moment then moved
off the bed onto my knees. I twisted Sarah around
so her legs were hanging off the edge of the bed
and I could bend forward to lick her pussy without
straining. Sarah started thrusting against me
with her pelvis, as I alternated sticking my
tongue into her entrance then moving up her slit
to lick and suck on her clit. Another minute of
that , having to hold her hips to be able to keep
my mouth on her pussy, then I sucked hard on her
clit and hummed a deep bass note as loud as I
could as I sucked and licked at once, while
inserting a finger into the opening to her vagina.
She pushed up against my mouth and went rigid for
a long moment, I could feel her pussy pulsing on
the tip of my finger as she came. As she came
back down, I removed my finger, gave her a few
more gentle licks then moved her back onto the bed
and lay down beside her, giving her quick gentle
kisses all over her face.
"Love you Sarah.", I told her. She didn't reply in
words, but pulled my head to her lips and gave me
a long kiss with lots of tongue.
"You were right, I don't think I had cum before.
Can we do it again?", she said after a bit.
"Yes we can, hopefully many, many times for years
and years. But perhaps for tonight, I should get
a washcloth and wipe you up again, then we go to
sleep. The wake-up call is going to come in less
than eight hours.", I told her reluctantly.
A few moments longer and I rolled out of bed, got
a warm washcloth and wiped up the saliva and girl
juices from her crotch. I picked her up and moved
her to the other bed, then crawled in beside her,
laying on my back with my arm around her. She
rolled against me with her head on my shoulder,
one finger drawing circles around my nipples and
through my chest hair. I used the hand that was
around her to do similar things on her lower back
and buttocks, she lay there, the finger moving
slower and slower then stopped. As I drifted off
to sleep I decided that the flat tire was a
blessing in disguise, that I couldn't imagine
anywhere else I would rather be right now.
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About the third ring, I woke up enough to answer
the phone. The automatic wake-up caller gave me a
good morning, then went silent. I rolled back to
Sarah, her eyes were open and a sleepy smile on
her face as I kissed her nose.
"Good morning love, did you sleep well?", I asked
her.
"Uh huh.", she wrapped her arms around my neck and
pulled me into a long kiss. "Love you Sam.", she
said with a hard hug.
"Love you too -- waking up with you is wonderful,
but we still need to get up and started. By the
time we get breakfast, picked up, and the wheel
off, the nice man from the Honda shop will be
here. I rolled to my feet and headed for the
bathroom, Sarah right behind me. I went and stood
in front of the toilet, morning hard on, then
kissing and cuddling with Sarah had left me with a
problem, a bright pair of eyes about eighteen
inches from my cock were not helpful. I pushed it
down, closed my eyes and concentrated on doing a
few math problems in my head. It took a full
minute, but I got the flow going, once it started
I opened my eyes to see Sarah with her finger
rubbing around her clit. The flow stopped almost
instantly, with the last part of the stream going
up the bottom of the toilet seat.
A moment of that, and I moved into the shower,
Sarah following. She grabbed my hard on as I
closed the door and started pumping it as I
reached down and used my finger to replace hers on
her clit. After a moments thought, she bent over
and sucked the head of my cock into her mouth. I
started cumming almost instantly, she pulled back
and watched it squirt onto her stomach. I took a
moment to capture a blob, then used it to lube her
as I continued to work on her clit, and down to
her hole. A moment longer and Sarah stiffened,
arched her back and shook for a few seconds. I
continued to frig her for a moment then picked
her up and got a cum flavored kiss and a long
cuddle. I put her back down after a bit, then
asked, "Do you want to hold it while I finish
peeing?"
"Uh huh, she grabbed me and opened the door, then
led me back to the toilet. This time I stayed
soft enough to finish peeing, showed her how to
shake and strip it, then sat her on the toilet,
and spread her legs wide. "Your turn now. Pee!", I
instructed.
I watched while she peed, then squeezed out a
couple of big turds. She finished and demanded
that I wipe her again. Remembering my diaper
changing instructions I wiped her butt, front to
back, using several tissues till they came pretty
clean.
We got back into the shower briefly, washed each
other, dried off and dressed. By now it was near
eight o'clock and time to be moving.
Breakfast, then I started removing the wheel.
Checkout was late enough so we could leave our
stuff in the room while we got the tire repaired.
Bob the Honda dealer showed up as expected, 45
minutes and $145 later we had a new tire and I was
reinstalling the wheel Not bad at all for Sunday
service and a dealer tire. Sarah brought the float,
tank bag and backpack down while I finished up.
We rolled out at about 11:30 and into the Anderson
drive about 2:00.
Ralph and Alice came out as we unloaded, Ralph was
quite impressed by the float.
"I understand I judged correctly about your riding
skills. You two and the bike seem to have
survived without damage.", Ralph commented.
"Actually it wasn't much of a problem aside from
being potentially pedestrians.", I responded, "For
a dirt bike racer, that wasn't much of a trick to
maintain control till we were stopped. If it had
been a new tire and the bead not stuck to the rim
as tightly, it might have been different. As it
was, I wobbled a little, but just stopped. The
luck was the folk in the pickup. A tow truck
would have taken much longer and a lot more
money. As it was, we're most of a day late and
it cost me about $150 extra for losing about a
quarter of a tire, buying from a dealer and the
motel.
Not bad at all."
We took the shells inside and rinsed them off.
Alice, Ralph and George all admired the
collection. George asked if he could use some of
them for pictures. We said OK, not realizing what
he could do with them. One of the pictures wound
up taking first prize at the fair next summer.
Alice seemed a bit distracted, looking at her
daughter and me as we finished up. I stayed for
dinner, but pleaded homework and left right after.
As I was preparing to leave, Sarah came up, held
up her arms to be picked up, then asked, "Will you
babysit me next week?"
"Perhaps -- I'm not telling you 'no', but I'm not
gonna commit to something like that without more
detail."
She wiggled down, grabbed my hand and towed me
back into the house. "Can Sam watch me next
Friday Mom?"
"Maybe, does he want to?"
"Of course he does, he loves me.", was Sarah's
answer.
I choked a bit at that one, not because it wasn't
true, but because it was.
Alice snickered a bit at my expression, then took
pity on me. "It would be convenient if you would,
Sam. George has a ball game, and Ralph and I have
a company party that isn't compulsory -- quite --
that we need to go to. I can find something else
for Sarah if it'll be a problem to you."
"I'd be glad to, I would most likely have spent the
evening here anyway and it'd make a small payment
on all the dinners you've fed me.", I replied.
We'll be home pretty late next Friday, why don't
you bring a bag and sleep here. In addition,
Ralph and I need to have a talk with you and
Sarah. Could you plan to stay most of Saturday as
well?"
My face must have shown some of my apprehension at
the notion of a parental talk, "You and Sarah
aren't in trouble, but I think it's time we had a
long talk about the two of you. Perhaps before
there is trouble for a change."
I agreed and departed, collecting a goodbye kiss
from Sarah just before putting on my helmet.
Per request, I went straight from my last class to
the Anderson residence and arrived a little before
four. Alice was dressed in her finery and clearly
ready to depart to meet Ralph. "Here's $100 for
supper and babysitting.", she held out five
twenties.
I looked at that a moment, then shook my head.
"You've been feeding me for several months, I
think I can afford to take my girlfriend out for
pizza tonight."
She looked at me for a long moment, "You're sure
about that, most college teens are constantly
short of money."
I shook my head with a smile, "I'm sure. Have a
nice party."
She grimaced a bit, "It's a company event -- Oh, it
won't be painful, except perhaps my shoes, but
given a free choice I'd go with you and Sarah for
pizza and would buy to boot."
Then coming back on focus and glancing at her
watch, "Ralph and I'll won't be home before one or
two, possibly later. George is planning to stay
at a friend's house after his game and won't be
back till tomorrow some time.
With us being late and nothing scheduled, you may
stay up tonight for as long as you want to, Sarah.
You may watch one of the 'for pay' movies with Sam
if the two of you want to.
Be nice to him so he'll watch you again some
time."
With that, she was out the door.
Sarah watched the door close, then turned to me.
"Am I really your girlfriend like you said to
momma?"
I picked her up and kissed her on the nose. "I
don't know, after last weekend it seems as if you
are -- do you want to be? I didn't ask you first.
I was sort of joking with your mother."
"Joking?", she asked.
"Well --", I said slowly, "A 'ha, ha, only serious.'
type of joke. Will you be my girlfriend?"
She looked into my eyes for a moment, "Uh huh.",
then wrapped her arms around my neck gave me a
very serious and long kiss.
"Where do you want to go on our date?", I asked
her when she came up for air.
"Date?"
"Guy's take their girlfriends out on dates. --
Oops, I forgot to ask again.
Miss Sarah, would you grant me the pleasure of
your company for dinner this evening?"
Getting into it, she pretended to consider the
matter. "I suppose I could, I didn't have any
other plans for this evening and need to eat
somewhere."
"I see I'm gonna have to speak to your mother
about letting you read her romance novels.", I
muttered.
She giggled, then laid her head on my shoulder and
snuggled into my arms.
After a minute or so, I poked her gently in the
ribs, "Well girlfriend, what should we do now,
find a chair for an extended cuddle, or go to
supper?"
"Go where.", she asked.
"How 'bout Walter's over in Elmira.", I suggested,
naming an excellent pizza joint about 45 minutes
away.
"K.", no movement at all towards getting down.
I waited another 30 second then carried her into
the living room and sat in the chair that had sort
of become ours. We sat there for a bit, I tipped
her face up and gave her a long kiss. She
returned it with interest but no urgency. I
shifted her a bit and started rubbing her back,
reaching up under her shirt to make skin
contact. She sort of melted against me.
We sat there and cuddled for 15 minutes or so,
then she said, "I thought you were gonna feed me."
The only tense muscles in her body were the ones
she used to speak.
"I was, but I got distracted.", I replied, never
pausing in my caresses. "Besides, you aren't
dressed for a ride." She was wearing light shorts
and a tank top.
"You could change my clothes, then we could go.",
she offered.
I looked at her for a long moment, decided she was
at least somewhat serious and pulled my hand our
from under her shirt, moving down past the
waistband of her shorts and caressing her buttocks
for a moment. "I could.", I replied.
Still no tension or movement so I made a small
motion towards dumping her on the floor. She took
the hint and slid off my lap, lingering just a
little as she rubbed across my now quite erect
cock. She looked at the bulge in my pants for a
moment as she stood, then took my hand and pulled
me to my feet and led me up the stairs towards her
room.
Inside she got out a good pair of jeans, socks,
her hikers and a fairly heavy long sleeved shirt.
she laid them on her bed then turned to face me
and stood there with her feet a little ways apart
and her arms a little out from her sides.
She waited a moment, then when I didn't
move. "Change my clothes.", she ordered.
"Yes Mistress.", I bowed, she giggled and I pulled
her shirt off over her head. I paused to admire
her bare torso. Her nipples were just slightly
darker circles on her chest, no breast development
at all yet. She had a flat tummy with an innie
navel.
I pushed her back onto her bed so she was laying
flat and took her shoes off. No socks to be
removed. Her shorts had an elastic band, I
reached up an hooked the waist band. I also
hooked on to the waistband of her panties, they
started to come down with her shorts. I pulled
somewhat slowly, she felt her panties moving and
grabbed them and pulled them back.
"If you do that, I won't get supper.", she scolded.
I respected her wishes, besides that she was
almost certainly right, and released them, then
finished pulling her shorts off. Again I paused
and admired her slim body. Little flair to her
hips yet, they were little wider than her
waist. Her efforts at pulling her panties back up
left them quite snug across her pussy, a clear
camel's toe showed in the fabric.
She let me look for nearly a full minute, then
prompted, "I need clothes to ride with you."
"Unfortunately, you do." I bent and kissed her
briefly on both nipples, then the lips, then put
her pants on her lower legs, pulled her to her
feet and put the shirt on her, buttoned it up,
then pulled her pants up and fastened them.
I then have her a firm push on the chest causing
her to sprawl on the bed again. Grabbing a foot,
I ran a finger lightly up the sole, holding her
ankle so she couldn't escape, then installed a
sock and shoe. Repeating with the other foot, I
grabbed her hands and pulled her back upright.
I sent a text message to her parents telling them
our itinerary -- We loaded up and departed.
We returned a little over 2-1/2 hours later. I
had Sarah text her parents saying we had returned.
We both took off the long sleeved shirts we had
been wearing on the bike -- Sarah put the tank top
back on and changed back to her light shorts as
well. I had a t-shirt under the outer shirt and
went with that.
We both had school work to do and settled down for
a while to do it. Sarah finished before I did.
She sat leaning against my side while I worked on
a paper for chemistry class. After a bit she had
me scoot forward in the chair and pulled my
shirttail out. Then slid her hand under my shirt
and rubbed my back as I worked. This felt good
enough that when she interrupted me to pull the
shirt clear off, I cooperated, then turned the
chair around so my back was completely exposed to
her fingers.
It felt so good to have her soft hands working on
my back that soon I was sitting there leaning on
the chair back and noticed that the screen had
blanked on my laptop where I was working. I saved
my work and shut it down.
Sarah noticed and switched for a few minutes to
brushing my hair. She then had me move to her bed
and lay face down right at the edge. She removed
my pants and underwear, then got some massage oil
and went to work on my back. She was experienced
enough to do a very pleasant job -- as my
experience with full body massage was quite
limited -- a girl friend last year had done one
for my birthday, I couldn't judge her skill.
I didn't worry about that, just enjoyed the
experience. By then I would have gone along with
almost anything that Sarah wanted to do that
wouldn't leave permanent scars or have the
neighbors calling the cops.
After 5 minutes she had me turn end for end so she
was standing on my other side. Another five and
she had me move over so she could kneel astride me
and put her weight into the massage.
Another 5 and her arms and hands were getting
tired. She quit kneading me and used the very
tips of her fingers to lightly brush across the
skin for a long blissful time. After a while she
lay down beside me and pushed me over so I was
laying on my side facing her. She snuggled into
my arms and kissed me then laid her head against
my chest. The kiss and the feel of her laying
against me caused me to harden. Where she had
removed my pants, this was more obvious than
usual. She reached a hand down and briefly
brushed my hard on. "You have a stiffy.", she
giggled.
"It's your all your fault.", I accused her.
Since the truth of her statement was borne out by
my reaction, I returned the kiss and said nothing
further. I lay there lightly rubbing her back with
my top hand. After a little while of cuddle, I
asked, "Would you like me to rub your back like
you did mine?"
"Uh huh.", she nodded.
I sat up, then sat her up and removed her shirt,
then her shorts and panties. She was already barefoot.
I laid her on her stomach and tried kneeling at
her side on the floor. That left me too low to
work properly. Kneeling astride her, with my
hard on touching her ass seemed to be the best
compromise I could come up with.
I had her pull her hair up, then poured some of
the oil on her back. I kneaded her back gently
for a while, trying to copy what she had done and
what I remembered from my birthday massage
session. Sarah had a few suggestions, but seemed
to enjoy my efforts. I worked down her back,
spent a while on her ass, then on down her legs
and worked on her feet for a bit.
I worked my way back up her legs, her buttocks
then back up her back muscles. This time I then
took each arm and worked my way out it and worked
on her hands. I finished up by working her
shoulders and neck gently but firmly.
Done with that, I lay down beside my girlfriend
and gently stroked her back, barely touching with
the tips of a few fingers. Her breathing deepened
and slowed. A few minutes longer and she was fast
asleep. I lay there with her watching her sleep.
In a little while I noticed I was a bit chilly. I
got up, wiped the last of the free oil from Sarah,
and wiped myself with a towel while I was at it.
I got her under her covers. She woke while I was
doing it.
"Lay here and rub my back some more.", she
requested. I allowed myself to be persuaded. She
snuggled up to me, turning so I could rub her back
some more as I cuddled her. I closed my eyes for
just a moment.
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Chapter 8
I awoke as the door to Sarah's bedroom opened.
Alice was silhouetted in the light from the hallway
until she turned on the ceiling light.
I sat up with a jerk which woke Sarah.
"Hi momma, was it a good party?", Sarah asked her
mother in a sleepy voice.
"Not too bad for a company event.
I see the two of you are real comfy again.", Alice
replied. Then with more than a bit of amusement
at my growing panic, "Relax Sam. You aren't in
serious trouble yet. Something for you to think
about. I'm 33 years old. Ralph is 45. George
just turned 19. Ralph has been my boyfriend for
most of 27 years, he and I have been lovers for
about 24 years, married for 17.
You do the math.
Night you two -- late breakfast at 9:30.
By the way, thanks for the text messages, I
appreciated that."
She turned off the light and closed the door. I
looked and saw 2:27 on Sarah's bedside clock.
I lay there with a sleeping Sarah in the curve of
one arm. Let's see. Alice was nine when she and
Ralph became lovers. She would have been 14 when
George was born -- probably thirteen when he was
conceived. Ralph is 12 years older than Alice --
I'm a little less than 10 years older than Sarah.
It didn't sound like shotguns, nooses, nor tar and
feathers were in my immediate future. It even
sounded possible that I could avoid banishment.
After a while I drifted off to sleep again.
Sarah and I got up a little after eight. She
wanted to shower together. I was too chicken --
thinking of the impending -- well I hoped not a
confrontation, but 'talk' didn't seem like an
adequate word for the parental meeting.
We appeared in the kitchen a little before nine and
volunteered to help. Alice looked at us and
rightly reading the apprehension I was feeling,
"Relax Sam. Worst case, we will forbid you and
Sarah to be unchaperoned in the future. I don't
expect to need to do even that.
Besides, tar and feathers are expensive, leave a
terrible mess to clean up, and would be special
order as anyway."
She put us to work and breakfast was soon ready.
Ralph came in as we were finishing it. "I hear
you've been sleeping with my daughter.", he greeted
me.
I blushed.
"Daddy!. You be nice to my boyfriend.", Sarah
scolded him.
He laughed and gave her a hug. At least he seemed
to be amused instead of angry.
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Chapter 9
After a somewhat strained breakfast and
instructions to leave the dishes for later, we
went into the living room. Ralph and Alice sat
together in a love seat and Sarah took her usual
seat in my lap.
"To bring this meeting to order, the main order of
business is to decide how do deal with the
relationship between the two of you from this
point forward. A part of this is to judge your
qualifications for the position of future
Son-in-law. To put it in a slightly different
fashion, your suitability to father and parent our
grandchildren.
Finding you in bed together was not unanticipated,
but we hadn't expected Sarah to manage it quite
this quickly."
He pause, inviting comment.
"Thus far, sleep is the literal truth.", I said a
bit timidly. "We kissed a little and gave each
other back rubs last night, then Sarah wanted to
cuddle as she went to sleep. I was laying there
thinking I should go on to my bed and closed my
eyes for a moment.
Then Alice turned on the light."
"About what we figured.
So, Sam -- a few questions. Please answer them as
honestly as you can -- for yourself most of all,
with Sarah second and Alice and I as a distant
third.
Sarah named you her boyfriend this morning.
Yesterday you gave her the title of girlfriend
when talking to Alice. I want to explore that a
bit further.
First -- have you been daydreaming about having
Sarah as a long term S.O. with marriage a
possibility some day. I don't ask for any type of
commitment to marriage at this point -- that would
be silly to even ask -- but have you allowed
yourself to think about the possibility."
Ralph stopped, clearly awaiting an answer.
"Like I told Sarah last night when she asked if
she was really my girlfriend -- when I started
that sentence to Alice, I was joking, but in a
'ha, ha, only serious' way. I was kind'a thinking
it was true.
When Sarah asked if I meant it, I asked her if she
wanted it to be true. She said 'yes', then
publicly declared it this morning, so the answer
to your question is at least sort of 'Yes'.
It isn't a question that I was allowing my self to
really consider till last evening, which is why
the 'sort of' qualification.
And yes, I'm still hoping that it's true this
morning."
"Sounds like an acceptable answer for the moment.",
said Ralph. "So. on to question two.
It's pretty obvious that you are attracted to
little girls, or at least a little girl. Are you
going to dump her when she grows hair and boobs in
a few years, two minimum, four max."
"No!", was my reply. "Perhaps because she becomes
too much of a different person after puberty. I've
watched friends be couples for a long time, then
grow apart. But my daydreams did include thinking
about our kids in 15 years or so."
"Again an acceptable answer for the moment.", Ralph
said. "We will review your answers to these
questions periodically for the next few years."
He then turned his attention to his daughter.
"Sarah, do you wish to become Mrs. Dr. Professor
Samuel Edwards and the mother of his children.
Not this week, but that is where you are headed if
you continue down this path."
Again, he stopped and waited for an answer.
She gave the question serious consideration. "Yes
daddy."
"He will be gone most of the summer this year,
then when he graduates, quite likely he will go to
another school for graduate school. He will be
studying long hours, and the farther along in
school he gets, the longer those hours will be.
Are you prepared to wait for him for those times
he needs to be away from here?"
A longer pause this time. "I'll wait for him when
he has to be gone."
"Allrighty then. Conditions for the two of you
to continue as boyfriend and girlfriend.
One condition is that you continue to do well in
school Sam. You are doing fine thus far,
continue as you have been and it will be OK.
Put girlfriend ahead of doing well in school very
often and we'll shut you down.
As a related condition, not taking advantage of
good opportunities for summer
employment/internship and later graduate studies
will again be grounds for reconsideration of
permission to court Sarah.
Sarah, the above, with appropriate modification,
applies to you as well. If you don't do well in
school, we will reconsider if you and Sam should
remain a couple. This doesn't mean you have to be
perfect. However, a lot of 'C's or a few 'D's
will certainly trigger a review.
One specific condition Sam, is that you go home as
you had planned for this summer. If your
relationship won't survive a summer's hiatus, best
we learn of it early.
Second condition is 'Don't get caught.'
Outside of this household, or any time we have
outsiders -- anyone besides the five of us --
present, the two of you will maintain proper
decorum. This is mostly for your protection, Sam.
You could go to jail if you and Sarah are
indiscreet.
Third condition is that you spend several hours
per week with Sarah in our presence. The intent
here is to have you where we can watch the
interaction between the two of you, at length, and
on a regular basis. Times when you are gone and
not with Sarah at all don't count for this
purpose."
Ralph paused and looked straight at me, So, Sam.
Are these conditions clear to you? Do you have
any questions regarding them?"
I thought for a moment, "Yes, then No, Sir."
"Sarah, same questions."
"I think so daddy, I can ask questions later can't
I?"
"You may."
Then back to focusing on me. "Do these conditions
sound appropriate and complete to you? Do you
have any suggestions for modification?"
This time I thought for several minutes. "It
seems pretty good for now sir. The one suggestion
I have is that we have a method of asking for
clarification and/or modification as needed.
Conditions may change or we may discover questions
that don't occur to us at the moment."
Ralph shifted focus, "Sarah?"
"What he said, Daddy."
Ralph looked at Alice. "That codicil sounds like
a good idea to me." She nodded. He turned back
to Sarah and me, "Agreed then."
"Now then, both of you. Do you agree to abide by
these conditions, both in letter and in spirit,
willingly?"
"Yessir."
"Yes Daddy."
"Very well then, Welcome to the family Sam. Alice
and I will consider the two of you an engaged
couple within these walls." He shook my hand and
Sarah's as did Alice. Sarah hugged them both and
got hugs in return.
When we were back in the chairs Ralph continued,
"There are several issues we want to discuss, and
perhaps lecture the two of you on. Some of them
you may find more than a bit embarrassing to be
discussing with your girlfriend's parents, Sam, or
in your case, Sarah, in front of your boyfriend.
Sorry 'bout that, buy we're gonna do it anyway.
Not to be too harsh Sam, but participating in this
discussion is a condition of you being Sarah's
boyfriend."
He paused.
"OK.", I said cautiously.
"Sexual intercourse.
Sarah is just about the same age and size her
mother was our first time. So it should be
possible for the two of you to have an active sex
life with pleasure for both of you.
However -- personal experience, this is not a
theory from some book -- deflowering her, popping
her cherry, making her a woman -- which ever term
you choose to use.
We did it in the traditional way, during our first
serious attempt at sex. Alice's hymen was quite
sturdy. I had to push quite hard to get through
it. It hurt her a lot, and she bled (to our
rather inexperienced eyes) quite a lot.
I say this, not to frighten you, but to explain
that we did it this way and recommend that you
not follow our example."
Sarah's eyes were pretty big, "How much did you
bleed momma?", she asked.
"In terms of actual blood loss, nothing of
importance. Less than you bled when you had that
bad bicycle wreck last fall and needed stitches.
In terms of pain, again the bicycle wreck was
probably quite a lot worse. You looked and acted
like it hurt a lot. It was more than a week
before you were clear over it, then the stitches
had to be removed. In addition, you got a tetanus
shot, with a reaction."
Sarah relaxed back into my lap. "If it wasn't
that bad why are you telling it this way?", she
asked. I wondered too.
Alice continued, "The thing was that neither one
of us knew what we were doing, nor what was normal
for the experience. We knew that a full grown man
wasn't supposed to fuck a nine year old girl, and
we both thought that he had really hurt me, caused
damage that would leave long term injury, require
medical care -- which we knew might get Ralph in
serious trouble.
I was hurting in a way that I had no experience
with, I was bleeding enough to make a mess and we
were both terrified.
In actual practice, the pain eased up in a few
minutes, the bleeding mostly stopped soon after.
I was sore for most of a day, there were stains
on my panties for half a day or so. The total blood
loss must have been less than a teaspoon, which
incidentally made a very impressive blood stain on
Ralph's shorts where he used them as a pressure
bandage.
If nothing else, this story will give the two of
you a baseline. If you choose to do it the way we
did, it will probably hurt. There will be blood.
Both of these are normal and not important. The
pain will make the experience less pleasant than
it might have been, but the lack of terror will
make it much better than it was for us."
Long silence.
"I gather that you are attempting to inform and
educate rather than frighten us into not having
sex.", I half asked, half stated.
"Correct. Ralph and I have no interest in playing
King Canute and attempt to order back the tides.
We accept that if the two of you continue as a
couple, that sex is gonna happen. Our goal is to
nurture a happy, healthy relationship between the
two of you. One without guilt or terror, and not
at all incidentally, one without pregnancy till
you do it on purpose."
I filed the bit about pregnancy away for later.
"I assume then that you have alternate methods to
suggest for..."
I paused searching for words.
"Popping her cherry?", offered Alice. "The official
literature on techniques for deflowering nine year
old virgins that is available to the public is
very limited.
Reading stories from ASSTR on line, well the
signal to noise ratio is awful, but I did come up
with some ideas."
Then speaking directly to Sarah, "It seems to me
that if you start with a fever thermometer, one of
the new digital ones with a taper, and use baby
teething gel as a lubricant that the initial entry
shouldn't be too bad. The teething gel has a mild
anesthetic in it, and the small rounded end should
allow the initial tear of your hymen to be quick.
There may be a small opening in your hymen to give
you a start. Between the two, the pain will
hopefully be not too bad. Then using increasingly
larger dildos, stretch your vagina and finish off
your hymen. Using the dildos will allow you to go
as quickly or slowly in opening up your vagina as
you wish.
From here, it is mostly your decision Sarah, You
may wait until you are older, you may use the
stuff I bought to break your hymen, I will help
you if you ask, or you and Sam may do it as you
wish, with or without the tools."
Another extended pause.
"May we table this issue for the moment?", I asked
finally. "I know I need to let some of it soak, I
expect Sarah does too."
"Sarah?", her mother asked, "Do you have any
questions for now."
Pause, "No momma."
"OK then.", Ralph took the floor. "Birth control
and pregnancy. Alice said she outlined our
history to you last night Sam. Were you awake
enough to listen then Sarah?"
"Not really daddy, I knew that momma was pretty
young when George was born."
"She has been my girlfriend since she was younger
than you are, we've been lovers since she was
about your age, and she was fourteen when George
was born.
That last part is another thing we did that we
suggest you use our bad experience to avoid making
the same mistake.
Mind you, we love George and you dearly, and
wouldn't trade you for anything. On the other
hand, there were several years that we would
prefer not to repeat. There would have been many
advantages to having George just turning 11 about
now -- this country is not kind to very young
mothers nor their partners. Especially to them as
a couple.
So, since we doubt that the two of you would
deliberately decide to start a baby when Sarah is
thirteen -- birth control. You should be pretty
safe for another year. Sarah is a smaller girl,
and one of the landmarks for the onset of menses
is 95 lbs. That will be several years for her,
Alice was almost thirteen at her first period.
Another is that the average age for puberty --
first menses and becoming fertile is around
12-1/2. Both of these are 'average' and 'typical'
-- I would prefer not to wager your lives and
happiness on them being correct for you.
I would say, 'For this week, don't worry about
it. However the subject is on the table, and you
will be required to learn enough about Sarah's
body to do reproduction by choice instead of
chance."
Pause.
"That, I certainly agree to. We probably want
kids, but not till Sarah is ready and we can do it
openly.", I answered.
I looked at Sarah, she looked a bit stunned.
"You did realize that sleeping with Sam would lead
to sex?", her father teased her.
Sarah blushed, "Daddy!", she protested.
"And that sex is how you get pregnant?", he
persisted.
She blushed harder, but nodded. I wasn't quite as
red, but joined her to be sociable. Alice didn't
snicker -- much.
"And that babies are a logical side effect of
pregnancy?"
"Yes daddy, we had sex ed earlier this year, and I
read momma's books.", Sarah said, somewhat
indignantly, "I know were babies come from and how
they get there."
"Now that, I rather doubt. Yes you know the bare
basics, but there is much, much more.
At any rate I'll quit teasing the two of you. I
already took that joke a bit too far. I apologize
to both of you.
I will simply state that you will be required to learn
enough about Sarah's body to be safe and have
fun. Learning more about Sam's body would be a
good idea, but is not required.
I'm sure you will both agree to that thought."
"Yessir."
"Yes daddy."
"Last part of the lecture. Three suggested rules for
the two of you to live by.
"Like each other. Never mind love, if you truly
like each other and enjoy the company of the other
almost all the time, you will be happy. If you
find yourself avoiding time together, figure out
what's wrong and fix it, or end it. Don't give up
to easy, but don't beat dead horses either."
"OK.", I answered. "That one is pretty tightly
packed. It will take some meditation"
"'No means No, but you may say yes.'
Don't insist that the other do something that
makes them unhappy. One may ask, and you should
not get angry because they asked -- but you may
say 'No, thank you'"
"OK." from Sarah.
"Don't lie to each other. The other side of that
coin is that you must be willing to accept 'I
don't wish to answer at this time.'"
"Those rules sound simple, but also sound hard to
live by all the time.", I said slowly.
"True.", Ralph answered. "You won't manage to live
by them all the time. If you can manage to try
most of the time, and succeed quite a lot of the
time, it will be well."
Pause
"So kids", he asked us with a sympathetic smile,
"have we tortured you long enough for now?"
He grinned a little at our relieved nods.
"Go cuddle and talk -- go for a ride if you wish.
Let us know your plans for the rest of the day
when you make them.
Supper will be around 7 as usual.
Sarah, you may invite Sam to sleep over again
tonight if you wish."
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Chapter 10
We sat there for a few minutes, then Sarah slid
off my lap, pulled me to my feet and led me
upstairs to her room. She laid me on her bed then
snuggled into my arms and lay there quietly while
I rubbed her back.
A few minutes later there was a gentle rapping on
the door. "Sarah?", asked Alice.
"Yes momma."
"May I come in for a moment?"
"K."
The door opened, Alice came in with a plastic
sack.
"Here's the stuff I mentioned.", she paused for a
moment then, "Another trick from the stories is to
pop her cherry as she has an orgasm. I recommend
the notion.
So, I would suggest you learn how to give Sarah an
orgasm if you haven't already, then make the
initial rupture while she is cumming.
Look this stuff over, if you have any questions,
either or both of you are welcome to ask."
Alice turned and left.
I looked at Sarah for a long moment then rolled to
sit on the edge of the bed.
The sack held a new fever thermometer, one with a
tapered, flexible shaft. Three vibrator dildos,
one that had a step taper from 3/8" to 3/4", we
found out later that it was sold for anal use.
The next one had a short taper on the pointed end
then was about 7/8" diameter. The third was
similar to the second, but was labeled 1-3/8".
There were two tubes of KY lubricant and a tube of
teething gel. And several small menstrual pads and
full size tampons with a tube of antibiotic
ointment and some Tylenol and ibuprofen.
The last thing was a CD with a note. "Here are
five stories from Internet sex sites. They
are the best, most realistic descriptions I found
about deflowering very young virgins."
After a few minutes examining the contents of the
sack together, I spoke, "Well, girlfriend -- do
you want to go for a bike ride, or try out some of
your new toys?"
She blushed a bit, then got onto her knees so she
could reach, kissed me on the lips and started
unbuttoning my shirt. In a few minutes we were
naked, the aroma of aroused little girl filling my
nostrils. I admired her body for a moment, she
gingerly reached out a hand towards my most
rampant member, then hesitated.
"Go ahead, it belongs to you now.", I told her.
She reached out again, and touched me with her
fingertips. She rubbed up and down for a moment
then touched the head and rubbed around the end
for a moment.
My cock swelled even more and my balls started to
draw up at her touch, the sight and smell of her
bare pussy and the very thought of being in bed
with her.
"If you keep doing that, I'm gonna cum all over
you.", I said tightly.
"Can I.", she asked rubbing with a bit more vigor.
The question became rhetorical, as I shot a big
squirt of cum onto her chest, then smaller ones
down her stomach.
"Yes you can.", I said as I started to soften and
continued to drip on the floor. I laughed a bit
at her shocked look, then went into the bathroom
for a towel to clean up the mess.
We took a quick shower then Sarah handed me the CD
and I popped it into my laptop. We read the first
story, shortly winding up masturbating each other
gently while we read. We found a dozen pictures
as well, showing preteen pussies, both with and
without hymens along with a couple of articles
with illustrations showing female anatomy, one
informal survey of age at first orgasm in girls
and age at first intercourse. This led directly
to investigation of the state of Sarah's hymen,
which lead to a search for a mirror. Just a
couple of typical geeks exploring a new problem
space.
Her hymen was intact, the bike wreck that left
scars on her forehead and one arm had missed that.
There was a small hole in it -- we tried the
thermometer gently, the end would go through the
hole, an inch in was stretching her enough to hurt
and we quit for now.
"Why don't we give you a cum next.
"K.", she pulled me down for a long kiss.
After a bit I pulled back, "Just lay back and
enjoy, concentrate of how I make you feel and tell
me when I do something you like or something you
don't. Don't be scared to let new things happen
though."
I got a towel from her bathroom and put it under
her hips. At her question, I told her, "If this
works properly, your pussy will get wet and will
probably make a wet spot on the bed. The towel is
so we won't have to lay in the wet spot after."
I stood there looking at her naked body, legs
slightly apart. Her nipples were still flat to
her chest, no hint of breast tissue beneath them
yet. As I watched they crinkled and became erect,
for very small values of erect yet. Her flat
tummy with an innie belly button drew my eyes down
to her pussy. A fairly prominent mound with a
fairly high slit. As I watched, her pussy lips
flushed and seemed to swell a bit.
"You're making me all tingly inside looking at me
like that, especially with your stiffy sticking
out like that.", she said after a moment, with a
small giggle.
"You're making me all tingly too, you beautiful
sexy creature, you.", I replied, then lay down
beside her. We kissed for a little and I started
caressing her nipples, then moving down across her
stomach and teasing her clit for a moment then
back up to her nipples. She reached down with one
hand and grasped my cock. Unfortunately, or
perhaps fortunately, she didn't yet know how to
handle one yet and I had just cum, so while the
sensation of her hand was exquisite, she wasn't
getting me close to orgasm.
A little longer and I kept my hand on her pussy,
sliding the fingers down to her vaginal opening
for lube then back up to circle her now quite erect
clit. I continued to kiss her face for a little
longer then started working down her chest with
kisses, spending several minutes on her nipples
before moving lower. This had the side effect of
moving my cock out of her reach. By now she was
far enough along with her own arousal that she
didn't protest.
I had a notion, and paused for a moment to lay out
the thermometer and three vibrators, coating the
smaller two vibrators with the KY gel.
That done I pulled her to the edge of the bed and
knelt between her legs and kissed her on the pussy
lips. The smell of aroused little girl almost
brought me off right there, very much different
than the girlfriend last year. I licked her slit,
the spicy, somewhat alkaline taste exploding in my
mouth. Sarah froze for a moment at the touch of
my lips and tongue, then her hips started thrusting
in time to my licks. I spread her legs wide, she
brought them around till they were almost parallel
to the edge of the bed. I alternated licking her
from her vagina to her clit, and sucking on her
clit for about two minutes. She was very aroused
but didn't seem to be able to climax. Following
my thoughts earlier, I got the largest vibrator in
one hand and the thermometer in the other, then
sucked on her clit for a moment, humming a base
note at the same time. Then I pulled off and
applied the vibrator to her already aroused clit.
She thrust her pelvis up and held it, I slid the
thermometer into her till the full width of the
body was in her opening.
She gasped at that, but seemed to cum even harder
when it went in.
She held the thrust for a long moment, I could see
her belly muscles clenching, then relaxed.
Trying to keep her going, I remove the vibrator
and thermometer and put my mouth back on her
pussy. This time I could taste blood from her
hymen, but there didn't seem to be any quantity to
it, just a strong flavor mixed with her pussy
juices. I licked her for another 30 seconds as
she seemed to build towards another peak, then
taking the middle vibrator and turning it on,
applied the larger one to her clit again while
pressing the other against her entrance. She
arched her back again, and the 7/8" dildo slid
into her, going in over four inches before it
seemed to bottom in her vagina.
This time when she came down I turned off the
vibrator in her pussy but left it in her. I took
the larger and started to apply lube, Sarah looked
at what I was doing, and told me, "No, use your
thing -- it isn't much larger. I want you inside
me next."
Since that was what I really wanted too, I didn't
argue with her, just lubed my cock with the KY,
showed Sarah where the control was for the
vibrator and handed it to her, then removed the
smaller one still stuck in her pussy, gave a shot
of KY to her entrance then pushed the head of my
cock against her. It took a moment, and the
amount of pressure clearly caused pain for Sarah,
but she continued to thrust against me. In a
moment the head of my cock went through her
entrance and I slid in a couple of inches.
Her eyes popped open and she curled up to look at
where we were joined. "I got it in!", she said
with surprise.
"Well, our babies will come out of there someday, I'm
not near as big as a baby.", starting to rock my
hips gently, moving in and out a half inch.
She reached her arms up towards my neck, I bent to
meet her for a kiss as she started to rock her
pelvis in time with my strokes. In a moment I was
bottoming on her cervix, nearly the full length
inside her at the end of the stroke.
I could feel my balls drawing up. "Use the
vibrator once more, I'm just about to cum!", I
gasped.
She switched it on and applied it to her clit as I
pushed as gently as I could against the end of her
passage and proceeded to fill her with cum.
When I came down from the high, I wanted to stay
inside her, but couldn't see how to make the
maneuver. Then realizing that when her endorphins
started to fade, she was probably going to be
quite sore, pulled out to her mild protests and
staggered to my feet. I went into the bathroom,
saw the virgin blood on my face and washed my face
and cock quickly.
Returning with a warm washcloth and a couple of
clean towels, I washed Sarah's crotch, moved her
to a clean towel then used the other to dry her.
I lubed her with a bit of the antibiotic ointment,
inserted a tampon per the instructions in the
equipment sack then lay down for a cuddle with my
lover.
We lay there caressing each other for around 15
minutes, nearly drifting off to sleep when we
heard a rap on the door.
"Lunch in 45 minutes. You might want to take a
shower first.", came the amused voice of Alice. I
rather doubted the timing was coincidence.
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Chapter 11
We came down stairs to lunch, hand in hand. Sarah
managed to combine embarrassed, smug and possessive
into a single expression somehow, I think all I
managed was embarrassed. Her father noted the way
she was walking, even with the ibuprofen her
mother had included in the sack she was stiffening
up a bit.
"I see the two of you didn't waste any time.",
Ralph commented.
"Ralph!", Alice scolded.
He laughed but withheld any further comments. George
was there, I snuck a glance at him, he looked more
amused than unhappy with Sarah and me.
We both ate with surprising appetite, even
counting that lunch was around 2:30. After lunch
we were invited (commanded, including George) into
the living room for further conference.
George looked at Sarah and me for a moment, then
made a quick trip up to his room and came back
with a camera bag in his hand.
"Ralph and I decided to tell the full tale of
George's conception, birth and the following few
years.
George, you are not in any way required to listen
to this, on the other hand, this is the first time
we have told the full story to anyone and you may
not get another opportunity. We love you dearly
and wouldn't give you up for anything, but parts
of this story weren't a whole lot of fun to live
through."
George allowed as how he wanted to hear the tale.
"We told Sam and Sarah about our first sex
experience. If you really want to know, I'll tell
you later. From the look of them, Sam-n-Sarah did
much better."
We acknowledged with very red faces and nods.
This is the story of how we acquired you.
In part it is a cautionary tale, we tried it this
way, parts of it weren't fun. We strongly suggest
you do not emulate some of our methods.
Ralph was one of your grandfather's university
students. The first time I met him was when daddy
took me to class with him because mom was busy and
it didn't work out well for daycare for what would
only be a little over an hour anyway. Ralph came
a little early and I grabbed onto him. I spent
most of the class in his lap, so it was reported
later, to much comment and teasing from his
classmates. According to mom, I begged enough
that a month later, daddy invited him to dinner
for me. He and daddy started a bridge
partnership, which gave me access every week. At
first Ralph was amused by my affection, in a few
months he started to return it. Fortunately,
momma and daddy were amused instead of appalled at
my seduction efforts.
This went on for three years, then the year I
turned nine, Ralph let me know that he was
planning on a week long camping trip after classes
let out that summer. I wheedled, first him then
my parents to let me go with him. I managed to
work my way into his sleeping bag the second
night, complaining about cold (it was, but mostly
a very convenient excuse). That was the night of
the grand opening, the next two nights we waited,
but the one after I persuaded him to let me try
again. With my cherry gone, I was able to get him
into me without letting on how much it hurt. I
was right, that time it didn't hurt near as much
and the one after that, almost no pain.
Unfortunately that was the last night of the
camping trip, but by then I had him.
We managed to make love every few weeks for the
next four years, I managed to go on overnight
trips with him occasionally.
Then we managed to blow it, largely my fault. I
was thirteen. I went for a sleepover with a
friend, Sandy, on a Friday night and per previous
clandestine plans we snuck out with her big sister
and went to a party. Her parents had gone out for
the evening and her big sister, old enough to
drive, was the one that knew about the party.
It was mostly older kids, beer, wine, hard liquor
and pot were available -- we wanted to be grown up
so we had some. Then some more. By 11:30 Sandy
and I were both pretty well plastered. When two
of the football players invited us to a back
bedroom, we went along. I went along with kissing
and letting him play with my boobs, but when he
tried to take off my pants, it woke me up to the
fact that I was cheating on Ralph and I refused
and fled. He was honorable enough to let me go
with only minor protest.
I tried a bit to get Sandy to leave with me but
she was making out with the other one of them and
refused to leave.
I went back out to the main party, tried to tell
Sandy's sister where she was, but by then she was
pretty well out of it too. I was starting to get
sick, and a little after midnight called Ralph.
He showed up around 12:30, looked around at what
was going on and hustled me out of there in what
turned out later to be the nick of time. A little
before 1AM, the police showed up answering a call
from a neighbor, and since there was booze and
pot aplenty, with most of the participants well
under age, well, you can probably picture where
that one went from there.
I threw up twice before Ralph got me back to his
apartment, once he managed to get stopped and I
got the car door open first, the second time we
weren't as lucky.
He got me inside and almost into the shower before
I threw up again. Fortunately, I didn't have much
left in me by then. He stripped and got in with
me, then stripped me under the shower. He made me
drink a couple of glasses of water, then waited
till they came back up and hosed me down some
more.
Next time he gave me a half glass with a little
salt and lemon in it and had me sip it. When it
stayed down for ten minutes he took me out of the
shower, dried me off, dressed me in one of his
long t-shirts and put me to bed.
He did a minor clean up of the bathroom, put our
clothes in the washer and came to bed.
By then I was noticeably more sober and cried all
over him for my stupidity, after a bit we wound up
making love. I assured him that I was in the safe
part of my cycle, but drunk and clearly
remembering calendars are not a compatible mix.
Sarah, I'm sure George and Sam have heard this one
so I'll put it to you.
Do you know what the technical term is for
couples that rely on the rhythm method for birth
control?" Alice paused for an answer.
Sarah hadn't heard the joke, after a moment she
gave up.
"Parents.", I told her.
"Oh.", she giggled.
"Quite correct. You are the butt of that joke,
George.", Alice said.
Then continued with the tale.
"About 3AM Ralph's phone rang. Till that call. we
didn't know that the party had been raided. It
was my mother asking if he had me. He
acknowledged that he did, that I had called him to
come get me and that we had decided that I was
already in deep shit, and that him bringing me
home to confess in the morning was probably better
than delivering me drunk in the middle of the
night.
Mom expressed great relief and approval of his
actions, she had just gotten a call from Sandy's
mother who was at the police station bailing out
her daughters, she had come up one short when
counting noses. Mom would call Sandy's mom back
letting her know my status, and agreed to us
showing up for lunch, after I helped clean the
bathroom and car.
Cleaning up the next morning wasn't fun. Cleaning
stale vomit out of a car, after a short night and
with a serious headache and queasy stomach will
do more to convince you of the evils of strong
drink than a hundred parental lectures. Ralph
didn't lecture, and he didn't even snicker --
much.
On the other hand, if I was ever in doubt, knowing
that Ralph cared enough about me to get out of
bed, go fetch me from a party I shouldn't have
gone to, take me home while I threw up in his car,
then bathroom, then top it off by taking me home
the next day and staying to support me while my
parents lectured me, and never say a harsh word --
well love doesn't get much stronger than that."
"I would do worse if I needed to love.", Ralph told
her with a hug. "I'm not at all disappointed that
I never had to."
Alice leaned into his hug and rubbed his leg with
her hand.
"I know. The worst I ever had to do for you was
to rub your back while you worshiped at the
porcelain throne, then fetch you Seven-Up to sip
after. And the morning breath and grouchy the
next day.
When we got to my house the next noon, mom thanked
Ralph again for rescuing me. She left me to stew
and worry during lunch then both parents heard my
rather reluctant story of going to the party and
what had happened, then Ralph's account of the
rescue and aftermath, only placing me on his couch
for the night instead of in his bed.
The 'rents then pronounced a two month grounding,
commuted to two weeks because I had called Ralph
for rescue and had already committed to confessing
my sins this morning. Ralph's regular visits were
exempt from the grounding as well.
Things seemed to be going OK for a little while
then my next period was late. I counted back,
sober this time and it seemed as if we should have
gotten away with the time at Ralph's apartment --
but...
Another couple of weeks and I started throwing up
in the morning. The second morning of that, mom
confronted me. On being pressed, I admitted that
pregnancy was possible, and that Ralph was the
only possible candidate.
Mom placed another call."
At this point Ralph took up the tale, "I answered
the phone to 'Are you aware that Alice has thrown
up the last two mornings?' My response was,
'Should I come over or start packing to leave
town?'
I was ordered to appear for dinner and inquisition
that evening. I was permitted to talk to Alice on
the phone for a few minutes, most of which was
taken up by her crying at me and apologizing for
messing up on her calendar. I assured her that I
loved her and that we would survive this problem
too.
When I arrived for dinner, a bit early I was hit
at the door by a distraught thirteen year old
girl. I got cried on some more, fortunately my
shirt was one that tear stains would wash out. I
assured her once more that I loved her and didn't
hold her to blame for our current set of troubles.
Her mother looked at us as if she was really
seeing us as a couple for the first time.
'That was an interesting half phone conversation I
overheard earlier.
You have about 45 minutes, I suggest you spend it
discussing what the two of you plan to do about
your baby.' She shooed us towards Alice's room.
Since by then, we had been planing to get married
as soon as Alice graduated from high school for
most of four years, that part of the plan was
easy. I had checked, it was possible for her to
marry at 16 with court permission, 17 with
parental.
Neither one of us wanted to have her aborted --
since we wanted the baby, the fact that it was six
or eight years early wasn't a sufficient reason.
We knew her parents were very strongly
anti-abortion, this gave us an extra string for
the bow if we needed it.
It was a very quiet, polite dinner. No one ate
very much and we retired to the living room
leaving the dishes for later. I watched her dad
closely during the meal, he seemed distraught, but
not overtly angry.
'OK Ralph and Alice -- what sort of plan do you
have for this?', he demanded.
'To start at the end, Sir', I answered, 'With your
permission and court approval, get married on
Alice's 16th birthday. If we can't get a court
order, on her 17th birthday, unless you withhold
permission in that case 18th. Unless you have me
thrown in jail instead.'
'The day of her birthday isn't a vital part of our
plans, but as soon as possible as soon as it is
possible', I added.
'Alice?', he focused his attention on her.
She and I were sitting in a big recliner, her
plastered against my side. We sat there a lot,
although she usually sat beside me or in my lap.
'What he said, daddy. Please don't send him to
jail or away.'
'What about the baby?', he asked, focusing back on
me.
'We would prefer to keep it. It's six or eight
years earlier than we had planned, but -- we don't
like the notion of an abortion.'
'Planned', he asked, focusing again on Alice, 'I
suppose you have a name picked out as well?'
'George, for grandpa George, or Sarah for Ralph's
grandma', she replied promptly.
'What about middle names?', he said, somewhat
disbelievingly.
'We haven't decided on that yet, sorry daddy.'
'Just how long have you two been planning on
this?', he asked.
'Well, *this* this wasn't in our plans. Careless of
us to not consider the possibility. Marriage and
children, since June 18, 1987', I answered.
At his look, 'Yessir, that's when she talked you
into letting her go camping with me for a week.'
'You've been fucking her since she was nine?', he
choked out.
'Nosir, we've been making love since she was
nine. My defense is that I neglected to pack a
sufficiently large stick for the camping trip.'
He looked at Alice, visibly decided that it was a
plausible defense and looked at her mother for
guidance.
'I have to confess that I am partially responsible
for this mess', she told him. 'Alice came to me
several months ago asking about birth control and
I put her off. Exceedingly foolish of me, I
should have assumed that the two of you either
were or were going to be sexually active. If one
of my people at work did something of that nature
I would consider it gross negligence. Sorry, kids,
I too could have easily prevented this problem.'
'So, what are you planning to do with a baby?
Alice has quite a bit of eighth grade left', her
father asked.
'That one is going to take some thought. We have
seven months or a little more before we have to
implement them.
The short answer is that I will be as involved as
possible in child care and I expect we can cope
from there.
If you want a detailed plan you will need to give
us a while to think about it and research the
possibilities.', I replied.
He subsided in silence.
After a few minutes her mother said to her father,
'I think that's about all we can do for tonight
dear.
Do you have any doubt that they are committed and
willing to do whatever is necessary to make things
work?'
Her father shook his head.
'Then I'll make a Dr. appointment for Alice
tomorrow. When we get confirmation, or not, of
pregnancy, we can reopen this discussion as seems
appropriate. I'll go clean up after supper, you
kids go discuss plans.', she clapped her hands and
stood."
Alice took up the tale, "The Rabbit died -- well
you kids would say the paper turned blue, with the
home preg tests.
The Dr demanded the father's name. Mom, Ralph
and I had discussed it, and modified the tale of
the party a bit to have me leave the back room
after the first guy had fucked me, saying it was
dark, I was very drunk and I had no idea who he
was. And had no interest in getting any of them
involved in any case. Since we didn't apply for
any government aid, they didn't have any real
stick to hold over us, and finally gave up.
'So, George -- now you know that if you read your
birth records closely, you will find 'Father
unknown' and another set that says you were
adopted at two by Ralph.'
It turned out later that I had been very wise and
lucky to have left. Sandy, my friend wound up
pregnant and with the clap to boot. If it
hadn't been for my relationship with Ralph, I
would probably have been in the same state.
In addition several of the older participants got
tried as adults and did jail time, almost all the
rest wound up with juvie records for at least
drugs and alcohol.
My school kicked me out of eighth grade as soon as
I started to show. Most of my friends either
dumped me or were forbidden by their mothers to be
around me other than public events -- apparently
on the theory that foolish, unlucky and babies
were contagious. At the time I felt greatly put
upon for being shunned. Sandy was one of the few
that wasn't forbidden to come to my house, or for
me to go to her house. On the other hand, Sandy
didn't seem to have really learned much from the
incident. She got an abortion, thence birth
control, but kept up with the party crowd and
wound up in and out of trouble on a regular basis.
She thought I was pretty dull to be going to
school, a mommy, and to all intents and purposes, a
wife. We drifted apart -- last I heard she had
divorced her third husband.
At the time I envied her ability to go on with
being a kid -- looking back at it now, I
wouldn't trade at all.
We jointly elected to go home school during my
pregnancy and the rest of ninth grade. Ralph
moved in with mom and dad for the next 2-1/2
years. There was friction, but mom managed to
keep it under control. On the other hand, being
able to sleep together without having to sneak
around made up for an awful lot of other hassle
for both of us. Regular, unhurried sex was
wonderful, but just being able to sleep in the
same bed most nights without needing to worry
about getting caught almost made up for all the
rest of the downsides of getting pregnant at
thirteen.
You were born on schedule and without unexpected
problems, George, and your dad did his full share
and more of child care along with being one of my
tutors for school work.
With him and your great grandma Louise as mentors,
I completed ninth grade work several months early
and we elected to move right into tenth grade. By
the time I turned 16 I had finished high school
with high scores and started classes at the
community college. The college was much more
accustomed to single mothers with small children
and for the most part didn't fuss about that nor
my age. After I got A's in the first few classes I
had no further real problems with age and marital
status."
Alice sat back and Ralph took up the tale again.
"About 3 months before Alice's 16th birthday, we
contacted a lawyer about getting a court order to
allow Alice and me to marry. He checked and it
seemed possible, he cautioned us that we couldn't
marry till Alice turned 16 even with a court
order, we assured him that the goal was to do it
on that day.
We showed up for a court hearing a couple of weeks
before her birthday. All five of us plus the
lawyer -- the lawyer suggested bringing George
since he was a part of the deal. In addition, he
had papers started requesting adoption by Ralph as
soon as we married.
The judge grumbled that this was irregular, that
it required the underage member to be 16.
The lawyer replied that the request was to enable
the marriage to happen on her birthday.
The judge looked at George, sitting cheerfully in
Ralph's lap playing drop the toy, with Ralph
retrieving it and handing it back.
'You're his daddy?', the judge asked Ralph.
'The birth records show 'Father unknown', your
Honor', Ralph carefully replied.
'Not father, daddy', the judge corrected.
'Since the hour he was born, your Honor. He
certainly thinks so', Ralph answered.
'Did Mr. Robbins', the judge asked, indicating our
Lawyer, 'Tell you to be the one holding the baby?'
'Yessir, he suggested it. But it's pretty likely
that I would have been holding him anyway. Well
over 50-50.', I replied
The judge studied the paperwork for another few
minutes.
'You stay here', he said to Alice's mother. 'The
rest of you go outside the courtroom and wait.
I'll send the bailiff for you one at a time. You
bring the child with you when you come back in',
he said to Ralph.
He then asked each one of us separately if we
desired the marriage to take place. We each
separately confirmed that we did.
When I took my turn, carrying George in one arm,
he gave a long look at us and asked, 'Do you
truly wish to adopt this child as your son?'
'Your Honor, he is my son in every way that
matters to us. I wish to publicly
acknowledge him.'
'I see', he replied. 'Well, we'll let the
official 'Father unknown' stand. When you have
the marriage certificate in hand come back and
I'll sign the adoption papers.
It seems to me that a high school graduate and
mother, attending college with good grades, should
be allowed to marry the guy of her choice. The
court order will have to wait till her birthday.
I will sign it and you may pick it up that
afternoon. Good luck with your marriage.'
We were wed at 7:00PM. My parents attended, they
hadn't been in on the tale much since they lived
in a different state. My mother was pretty miffed
at the age of my bride and the existence of a
nearly two year old grandson that she hadn't known
about. Fortunately George warmed to her quickly,
by the time she left she had fully accepted them
both and was only mildly angry at me for keeping
George a secret for over a year and a half. She
still grumbles about my failings in this matter
when we visit, although all the heat went out of
the complaint years ago.
I had a little trouble with the grad school
advisers about my choice and age of bride. Since
she attended a different school and was legal by
civil standards there wasn't much they could do
about it. I kept my standards up, both in my
studies and my graduate assistant work and by the
next year, not enough of them still cared to make
it a problem.
I finished my doc not too long after our marriage
and we got an apartment and moved out of your
grandparents house. This was less of a relief
than I had anticipated, but was still very nice.
So, George, that was your tale.", he finished.
"I'd figured out most of it.", replied George,
"It's nice to have it confirmed and the gaps
filled in."
"Thank you for the tale. If you choose not to do
it your selves, I will pass it on to your
grandchildren in good time.", I told them, "I
presume that part of the message is that you will
actively assist in obtaining birth control as
needed?"
"We will.", Alice answered.
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Chapter 12
I looked down at Sarah. She was laying in the
curve of my arm as we sat in 'our' recliner, her
cheek against my chest, looking back up at me,
managing to look content, smug and possessive all
at once. I thought for a moment about how much I
had come to love her, then startled at George's
camera flash.
"Hold that pose for another minute please.", he
said to us, then quickly took a half dozen more
shots at different angles.
"OK, while I've got all of you here, let me take a
few more pictures of you two."
He had us sit up, then posed us in family portrait
setups, doing several variations, including
several that included their parents.
He went up stairs and came back half an hour later
with the first picture of Sarah and me in an 8 x
10 frame and put it on the mantle with other
family pictures.
His mother looked at it, picked it up and held it
for a while studying it. "Thank you George, that
is a very good picture of them."
I looked over her shoulder. He had caught us
looking at each other, and it was obvious that we
were oblivious to the rest of the world.
"You're awful good at that.", I told George, still
looking at the picture.
"I got lucky with that one, no way I could have
posed it.", he replied.
"Yeah, but you were able to see the opportunity,
and were ready to exploit it. And got the shot
right with little or no prep time."
"I took four years of photo journalism in high
school and got good enough at it to make pretty
good wages with my cameras the last couple of
years.", he answered.
"Could you do me one, perhaps a 4 x 5 for my desk,
and perhaps a shot of Sarah alone?", I asked him.
"Sure, no problem. How do you want her posed and
dressed -- and what kind of background?", he asked
back.
"Just her regular clothes, something she might be
wearing when she runs out of the house to meet me
when I get here. Hair, the same deal. She's a
tomboy geek girl. If you can show her as the
beautiful tomboy geek that she is, I'll owe you
a big one.", I replied after a moments thought.
Then with a grin at Sarah, "I suspect that trying
to dress her in a frilly pinafore and pose her
with a doll would make an excellent base for a
Norman Rockwell style painting, but it wouldn't
be a Sarah that anyone who knew her would
recognize."
Sarah punched me in the stomach, "You better not
try."
Her mood was not improved when all four of us
laughed at her -- and the other three agreed with
me on my assessment.
"No prob.", said George, "May take a few days."
"OK sis.", he continued with an evil grin, "I will be
taking pictures of you without warning to give to
your boyfriend, and you don't get to complain
about it."
"Sorry.", he said to me in an aside stage whisper,
"I'm not brave enough to try to get her into a dress."
Sarah stuck out her tongue at him, but didn't make
any further reply. I gave her a hug and a kiss on
the forehead, she thumped me again with no
conviction behind it then hugged me, relaxed and
melted against my side.
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On advice from her mother, Sarah and I went for a
walk. She was pretty stiff to start with, but as
she moved and warmed up, started moving more
freely. By the time we returned she was striding
along freely and claimed only minor soreness
left. We went for an hour's ride then helped
Alice with supper.
After supper we played a few rounds of chicago
with the parents. Neither Sarah and I won, but we
were getting to the point where Ralph and Alice
had to pay attention to beat us.
Afterwards, we read for a while. Sarah laid down
her book, "You think I'm a tomboy?", she asked me.
I hugged her to me and gave her a kiss on the
nose. "That was an observation, not a complaint.
I love my tomboy geek girlfriend to pieces."
She seemed a bit doubtful, "I thought guys liked
pretty girls with long hair and big boobs."
"Pretty is very good if I am just looking --
however...", I answered.
"Suppose that you lined all your girl type friends
and acquaintances from school up in a line over
there. Include all the ones you don't hate, not
just your best buddies -- pretty well anyone that
you could go to the same birthday party without
pain.", I waved my hand at the wall across the
room.
I waited a moment, "You got them all lined up over
there and quieted down for a moment?"
She thought for a moment, "K, got them."
"How many of them would join us while we did math
puzzles if you asked them nice."
She thought maybe two.
"Would either of those two come back for a third
session?"
She allowed as how the number might be a tad
smaller, possible less than one.
"How many could you imagine sitting by my other
side, leaning against my shoulder and reading a
book with us?. If you don't think they would like
to sit next to me, you could move them over on
your side?"
She could find maybe three.
"Who would come back a third time?"
"Oh, Maryann and perhaps Willy. Maryann for
sure till she read all your books."
"Would Maryanne spend four hours with us playing
computer games?"
Possibly.
"Play bridge?"
Not a chance -- but she did admit that if I hadn't
been playing, she probably wouldn't have either,
her dad had been trying without success.
"Would even one of them be willing to go on a four
hour motorcycle ride in the rain? And ask to go
again the next day? After coming home cold enough
that your mom had to unzip your jacket because
your fingers were too stiff and take off your
gloves and shoes because your hands and feet hurt."
She allowed as how the number might be quite
small, very probably negative.
"You begin to understand why I love my tomboy and
think she's real special?"
That got me a long hug and a few tears on my
shirt. And a flash from George's camera. Sarah
and I joined forces in making rude gestures at
him.
He laughed at us and went off to bed. Shortly
after so did Ralph and Alice. "I won't kick you
guys out of your comfy spot tonight, but I will be
around in a few minutes to kick you out of bed for
breakfast at nine.", warned Alice as she departed.
We sat there cuddling for another 15 minutes, me
rubbing her back up under her shirt, her rubbing
my chest and playing with the hair up under my
shirt.
"I believe that was a rather pointed hint.", I told
Sarah.
"Uh huh.", she said against my chest without making
any hint of moving.
"You suppose we should go to bed?"
"Uh huh.", still no hint of action.
I sat the chair up, scooted to the edge, cradled
her in my arms and stood. She wrapped her arms
around my neck and pulled my head down for a
kiss. In a moment I straightened and carried her
upstairs to her room. I sat her on the edge of
her bed and pulled off her shirt, then pushed her
onto her back and removed socks, shoes then
pants. I could see some bloodstains on her
panties. When I removed them there were a few
fresh stains on the pad. I took her into the
bathroom, removed the tampon -- she winced as it
came out, but didn't protest. I sat her on the
toilet and spread her legs wide. "Now pee.", I
told her. She blushed a bit then complied. She
whimpered a bit as the piss got into the raw
spots where her hymen had torn -- as I expected,
the pain eased quickly as the urine flushed off
the other fluids and her nerves numbed. She
finished and stood, then undressed me. She spent
a couple of minutes examining me.
Even after our session earlier, or perhaps because
of it, a few moments of that had me getting close
again. I moved us into the shower, then coached
her a little as she brought me off again. This
time she giggled at the cum running down her
chest. She played with it, I used some of it as
lube to rub her nipples for a few moments, then
turned on the shower and did a slow gentle and
quite thorough job of washing her. She washed me
some, but for the most part, relaxed and enjoyed
the attention. I took her out of the shower,
dried her off then sat her on a towel between my
legs and brushed her hair out till it was dry.
With her short hair this didn't take very long.
When I was done I laid her on her back, then
spread her legs and pussy lips to check for sore
spots. I had little idea of what was normal, I
found a couple of spots that were oozing a little
blood, spread some of the antibiotic ointment on
the area and put a clean pair of panties on her
with a pad.
She decided she wanted to work on me for a while,
so brushed my hair at great length, several
minutes at least where I usually take about 15
seconds. She then laid me down and rubbed my back
for a long blissful time.
She lay down beside me and I rolled onto my side
and spend a while rubbing her back as she drifted
off to sleep.
Waking up the next morning with Sarah snuggled up
against my side was wonderful. I spent a while
laying there enjoying the feel of her warm body
against mine and the scent of her hair and skin,
gently caressing her. In a few minutes she woke a
little, smiled at me and gave me a kiss, then
snuggled back down and drifted off to sleep. I
let her sleep for a few more minutes then
hydraulic pressure forced me out of bed. Sarah
got up with me and beat me to the toilet. I
spread her legs wide and watched again as she
peed. This morning, there was little pain from
the remains of her hymen. She finished and wanted
to hold me while I pissed. This had the expected
result -- after a few moments of trying to piss
while she held me forced down so I was sort of
pointed at the bowl, we moved to the shower.
This time I let her hold me but suggested that she
not try to aim it, and should hold still. I
closed my eyes and did a couple of integrals in my
head and managed to get the flow going. Once it
was started, Sarah was able to aim me around and
use me as a spray hose for the seconds while my
bladder drained. We rinsed off with the shower
hose, I rinsed her pussy, she said the warm water
was still soothing on the remaining soreness. We
dried off and dressed, and went down to help with
breakfast.
Sarah wanted me to stay over again. Her mother
dissuaded her, I didn't protest, I had class work
waiting. We compromised on me going home for
Sunday night. Monday I had an evening class, so
would return for Tuesday dinner with an overnight
bag. It was no doubt a very good idea, but my
dorm bed seemed very cold and lonely, and my
roommate noisy and obtrusive.
Tuesday in lab, George assured me that he was
happy that his geek sister and geek friend had
hooked up. He wouldn't discuss pictures, said he
didn't have a good one yet.
When I showed up at the Anderson residence I was
met in the driveway. I lifted my backpack off the
sissybar, Sarah grabbed it, I let it go and she
nearly dropped it, then sat it on the ground. She
looked at me accusingly. "I'm taking a 18 hours
of mostly honors classes.", I told her, "Coming
over here on the weekends I was able to work ahead
and behind enough. If I'm gonna be here in the
middle of the week, the books are gonna come too."
Sarah got a better grip and hoisted the bag off
the ground and headed for the house walking leaned
well over. Fairly impressive, at a quick estimate
she was carrying over half her weight.
45 minutes later Alice stuck her head through
Sarah's open bedroom door to ask us if we wanted a
snack. She noted me sitting on Sarah's bed with
my laptop. She and Ralph showed up again around
six. They watched me work for a while, by then
Sarah and finished and I had moved to her desk. I
was deep in a project and didn't pay much
attention to them beyond a polite greeting.
We went down to supper, cleaned up after and I
went back to work. I had done better winter
quarter than I had fall, but really needed to move
up a number of places in the standings to be in
line for the good spots for graduate school and
internships. For this summer it wasn't going to
make much difference, but I was looking at the
next summer and the one after.
For the moment at least Sarah seemed to be content
to be with me, and didn't demand attention too
much while I worked.
When I came back to the surface around 10:30 I
realized that Sarah had gone to bed a while ago.
When I started putting things away and getting
undressed she awoke. She had been busy while I
worked, the middle vibrator was on her nightstand
with the KY gel and two towels. She sat up and
finished undressing me, then had me peel her sleep
shirt off. She wasn't wearing panties, the sight
of her along with the whiff of happy little girl
brought me to full attention immediately.
She held up her arms and I lifted her to where we
could kiss. I stood there holding her sitting on
one forearm and rubbing her back with the other
while we kissed. She hugged me with one arm and
rubbed me with the other hand. After a few
minutes I laid her on the bed and lay down beside
her as we continued to kiss and caress each other.
Another couple of minutes and she pulled away, got
and handed me the tube of KY lube. I rubbed a
generous amount on the lower part of her pussy
lips then squirted some into her hole. I rolled
over on my back and put a little more on the head
of my cock. Then at my suggestion, Sarah stood
over me and squatted. I held my cock vertical
with one hand and guided her with the other. With
the lube, the head slid right into the pocket of
her entrance. She was tight enough to stop her
for a moment. When my cock started to buckle, I
had her raise back up then lower herself till the
pressure started to hurt a little. Several
repetitions of this and her entrance stretched
enough for me to slide in. Once I was past the
entrance, a few more strokes had her sitting on my
pelvis.
I was very close to cumming by that point and had
her pause for a moment. I stroked her sides and
tweaked her nipples for a few minutes, then we
started the dance of love with her raising up
while I pulled my pelvis down, then sitting down
while I thrust into her. A couple of minutes and
I filled her pussy with cum. I stayed inside her
and we cuddled for a minute or two. She started
moving again, the sensation quickly brought be me
back to full hardness. This time I lasted longer,
I worked with her for five minutes or so, then she
started to tire. I grabbed the vibrator, then
pinched one of her nipples with one hand while I
applied the vibrator with the other and thrust
quickly and deeply with my pelvis. That got her
off and the feel of her pussy muscles on my cock
took me over the top as well.
This time we lay there in a sweaty cuddle for a
few minutes then got up and took a quick shower
together.
We drifted off to sleep, her laying with one arm
across my chest and her head on my shoulder.
This time Alice woke us for breakfast. Sarah was
still wrapped around me. I checked the alarm, it
was over half an hour past due.
"It went off, after it had been squawking for a
bit I came in.", Alice told us, "You two were
really out of it, not a hint of wiggle. I shut it
off and came back now prepared to do whatever was
necessary to raise consciousness in the two of
you. This trip was planned for knock and shaking,
next trip was planned to involve ice water.
"We're awake, We're awake.", I assured her and sat
up.
She noted the lack of clothing on our upper
bodies, grinned at our reluctance to go any
further and left, closing the door behind her.
I dropped Sarah off at her school promising to
be home by a little after five.
This pretty well set the pattern for the next
several weeks. I slept in the dorm Sunday, Monday
and Thursday -- with Sarah Tuesday, Wednesday,
Friday and Saturday. We soon learned how to get
by living together while I spent well over half
the time we were together with my mind and
attention on classwork. Regular sex with Sarah
was wonderful -- sleeping together was exquisite
-- the feel of her warm body against mine, the
gentle caress of her fingers as she touched me
when she snuggled up to me as we prepared to
sleep. One of those things where the reality was
much better than the dreams.
Mind you, it wasn't all lovie-dovie. It took a
while to learn to live together, to let small
things go and work out the more important problems
in a survivable manner. Alice and Ralph were an
invaluable resource -- they managed to defuse the
worst of the blowups, and guide us through them in
a fashion where we could learn and grow. It never
got quite bad enough for either of us to decide to
quit -- and it seemed like every up got us a bit
more solid as a couple, and the downs didn't go as
far as we truly learned to live as a married
couple. Which we became over the next year -- no
matter what Mrs. Grundy might have thought
We continued to play bridge and started to win a
little some of the time. Motorcycle riding
dropped back a bit in priority -- I was spending a
lot of time on studies, and much of the charm was
the time spent with Sarah. Since we were together
quite a lot anyway, it seemed less urgent. We
still spent at least 100 miles a week together on
the bike, but a larger fraction was as
transportation for some need.
By mid term my class standing for the term had
moved into the top 10%. Ralph and Alice gave us a
gift of a purpose built office setup in one of
their guest bedrooms.
About a month before I was scheduled to return
home for the summer Ralph came up to our work
area.
"Could the two of you come downstairs for a bit.
I'd like to talk to you about a possible plan for
next year please."
He didn't seem upset, so we shut things down and
went down stairs with interest but little
trepidation. We found Ralph and Alice in the
living room. Ralph waved us towards 'our' chair.
We sat, leaving the recliner in upright position.
"There are several parts to this discussion.
we'll start with Sarah's school for next year.",
Ralph opened the discussion.
"Sarah, you are a very bright kid who is having it
much too easy in school. And way too much of what
you do is in effect, make work.
There is a private school, Borgman after the
gentleman who endowed it, for gifted children. We
are considering sending you there next year. The
advantage is that it's a school for you and your
intellectual peers. You would probably finish
middle school in two years and start taking
college courses in two more.
The disadvantage is that you will need to work
much harder than you have been and you will be
mostly moved away from your current set of
friends.
Soccer and swimming can continue, along with Girl
Scout's if you want to continue with them.
Another part is that your summer vacations will be
cut short, serious classes will start about August
10.
Advantage is that you will be with your
intellectual peers. I would guess that you will be
somewhat above average in that group -- but the
slow ones will be about the level of Sally and
Alex (Sarah's only competition in fourth grade.)
In fact, we've been talking with their parents,
they may make the move too."
Ralph paused, inviting comment.
"Where is Borgman?", I asked. "I haven't heard of
it."
"Not too surprising, it's a private school, and
pretty much invitation only.
So far as where, it has a distributed campus with
the individual classes held in places that are
convenient for the students and teachers. If one
bit of what we are contemplating comes to pass,
some of the classes may be in this house for a few
years."
Another pause -- this time neither Sarah or I had
anything to say.
Another moment and Ralph continued, "So, Sam, to
bring up one of the reasons you are a part of this
discussion. The school is always on the lookout
for teachers. All the teachers are part-time and
the school board as a different view of
appropriate credentials than the public schools
do. I have been deputized to offer you a teaching
position, starting next fall -- the edge is fuzzy,
but early-mid August to start. One class, math
and computer science. Four to six kids to start,
Sarah potentially one of them. About 8-10 hours
per week of work for you, probably one class
session of 1-1/2 hours per week plus online office
hours and e-mail interaction. Around $1600/month
stipend.
Are you interested?"
"Interested, yes.", I answered. "I will, of course
need a lot more detail and time to think about
it."
"That would make me starting college classes when
I'm fourteen, daddy?", Sarah asked.
"Some place in there.", Ralph answered.
"Mommy was about a year older, wasn't she?"
"Yes dear, I was mid 15 when I started the first
class.", Alice answered.
"Hmm.", said Sarah, and snuggled up against me.
"I sent you an email with some info about the
school and teaching position.", Ralph put in. "If
you wish, I can set up a preliminary interview
late this week.
One of the bits is that they/I would like an
immediate response. If we come to an agreement, a
trial period with a class of three, Sarah, Sally
and Alex for a short class one day per week for
the rest of the school year."
From there things moved quickly. My college
adviser showed up at the school board interview as
one of the board members. They discussed matters,
offered me the trial period at $750 for the rest
of the quarter and handed me a syllabus for the
next month.
Sally and Alex showed up with their parents at
5:30 the next evening along with a mentor for me.
Alex needed a laptop for the class, Sarah and
Sally each had one that was adequate. I started a
couple of downloads, then helped Alex choose a
computer and get it ordered on overnight delivery.
In addition, I had a small budget and ordered a
small file/print server and a new wireless router
-- Sarah and Ralph between them had adequate
printers for the time being along with an already
established broadband connection.
By then the kids and I were getting into hacker
mode, I came back up for a few minutes, the
parents agreed to return at 9:30 for their
offspring, Alice agreed to feed them.
The downloads completed, I had Alex burn some Cd's
from my laptop then we started backup images of
the three laptops using Ralph's computer as a
server to store them.
That gave us most of an hour for that process to
complete. We had a quick dinner then I had all
three kids take an evaluation test for math.
I had Sarah and Sally start doing a dual boot
install of Linux on their laptops -- with the
image to restore from, I had Alex start one on mine
as well. While that ran I scored the math tests
and went over the results with my
supervisor/mentor. We agreed that the kids were
close enough to the same skill levels.
On the advice of the mentor, I assigned 50 problems
from across the range of what they had been
working on for the last year. The suggested text
for the moment was available online, with an
application that allowed easy submission of
homework by email. Some of it would be done as
either scanned images or digital photos of hand
written papers. They were to be due the by 7:30
pm five days hence, giving me a night and a day to
review and grade them.
I also assigned a simple programming problem using
python as the language. The programming
environment was easy enough to set up in the
Linux partition on the laptops. Alex would come
back in a few days to set up and configure his new
computer.
The mentor seemed impressed by the progress so
far. He would return for the next class session.
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Chapter 13
With that start, I now had a class. We made good
progress for the month we had to work at it. The
school board was pleased and offered me a contract
for the fall quarter with the expectation that
absent significant problems it would be extended
for the rest of the year.
Normal contracts were for one year, classes ran
around 225 days per year.
Per agreement and advice, my adviser and I decided
on 15 hours for my sophomore fall quarter. This
would be well above the threshold necessary to
maintain my scholarship. The only risk seemed to
be that living expenses would not be covered after
the fourth year. Tuition and fees would be if I
needed another quarter to finish as planned.
George presented me and Sarah with a CD with a
dozen good pictures of her on it, along two framed
prints, one of us in the chair and an excellent
picture of Sarah kneeling by my bike, helping me
lube and adjust the chain one day, grease on her
hands and a smear on her face. Clearly having a
ball at what she was doing.
Sarah and I did some serious dreaming about an
upgraded motorcycle -- pretty well decided on a
650 or 1000 Suzuki V-Strom. Since I had the
scholarship for direct school expenses plus a
living allowance, the money my parents and I had
saved for college was at least somewhat available.
I left in early June to return to the city where
my parents lived. Since the plan was for me to
board with the Anderson's for my sophomore year, I
left some of my stuff in storage in 'my room, some
of it went UPS to my parent's house and the 175
Honda was stacked tall. Up till now I had always
thought of my parent's house as 'home', but noted with
some surprise as I cleared the city limits that I
was counting the days till I could return 'home'
to Sarah in a little over two months.
My prearranged summer job had been modified to end
the first week in August since the teaching job
would start immediately after. Work started the
Monday after my arrival, it was with the same
place I had worked the previous summer. Mostly a
matter of finding out what had changed in the time
I was gone and fitting in with the changes in
crew. Interesting enough work, physical enough to
get me back in shape -- mental enough go keep my
attention. Paid enough to make it worthwhile --
enough to make a new bike by the end of the summer
look possible when added to what I had in liquid
savings.
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Chapter 14
The end of June, mom came to my room after supper.
My three students had requested that the computer
part of the class continue during the summer, and
with no real reason to turn them down we had a
weekly scheduled lecture with email the rest of
the week.
She listened and watched as we finished up with a
web-cam session. I wasn't paying as much attention
as I might have and signed off with Sarah with mutual
"Love you."s at the end.
Mom picked up George's picture of Sarah and me in
the recliner and studied it a moment. "That was
her?", she asked me, holding out the picture.
"Yeah.", I answered.
"Your girl friend?"
"She certainly thinks so.", I answered.
"Does her mother know?", mom asked slowly.
"Well, she may suspect. She was barely outside
the field of view in that shot, and has an 8x10 of
it on her mantle."
"Smartass.", mom cuffed me gently on the back of
the head. I handed her the other picture of
'Sarah the motorcycle mechanic.' "Actually, her
parents actively approve of Sarah and me as a
couple, strange as that may sound."
"She's what -- eight or so?"
"Ten, week after next -- she's a small girl as is
her mom. I am commanded to a birthday party --
time shifted to the weekend to make it possible.
I plan to leave after work that Friday night and
will be home way late Monday. Walter is going to
loan me his bike so I don't have to push the 175
that far that hard.
"But a -- even 10 year old. What on earth are you
thinking about."
"A wedding in six years. She has it all planned
out for the evening of her sixteenth birthday if
we can get court approval. You and dad are on the
invite list. She is also planing to be well into
her second year of honors college by then.", I said
matter of factly.
"And what do her parents think of that plan.", she
asked skeptically.
"To give you a bit of background, Alice and Ralph
told me that she is 33, Ralph is 46. They have
been boyfriend/girlfriend for over 27 years now,
and lovers for 24. George, Sarah's brother
is just about my age. Ralph is an engineer,
making someplace in the high five figures, Alice
probably around 40K, it'll be more next year since
she doesn't have to be home as much for Sarah.
Near as I can tell, they figure that there is no
reason to fuss in the short term. That if Sarah
stays with her plans for that long, that making
the subsequent matters work well will probably be
handled with equal determination and competence.
And if she's dumped me by then -- well it won't
be a issue, will it."
I brought up a picture on my laptop. It was one
of Sarah, in a frilly dress, holding a doll and a
resentful expression with a bit of a shiner on the
left eye. I turned it so mom could get a good
look.
"This one has a story. It's intended as a joke,
with Sarah as one of the perpetrators. George is
a very good photographer, he did the other two
shots. When I asked him to do the one of Sarah
alone right after he shot the one of us in the
chair, we made some sort of joke about the risks
of trying to take a picture of Sarah dressed up.
A Norman Rockwell type pic. Sarah threatened us
with mayhem if we tried, and we laughed as
expected.
After I left when school ended, she went back and
asked him about the idea. George showed her
several Rockwell paintings on that sort of theme.
She borrowed the dress and doll (If she owns
either a dress or a doll like those, I haven't
seen them.) from one of her friends and had him do
the shot. It's posed, with some makeup for the
black eye. Elbow and knee scabs are authentic.
They sent it to me last week."
"I begin to see.", said mom slowly.
"In addition, a couple of weeks before I came
back, she had a bad case of the flu. She was
sitting on my lap, miserable with a fever, had a
headache and was light sensitive so reading was a
problem. She wanted me to read her a story so I
read her 'The Story of Mel' from 'The New Hacker's
Dictionary'. She was charmed.
You should read it, it's short -- you'll
understand the significance of what I just said
better."
I fished my paper copy off a bookshelf and
bookmarked it.
"It's on line as well, that's where I got it to
read to Sarah."
I brought up one of the posed family portrait
shots in a new window. "George did this one a few
minutes after the one in the chair. Us and her
parents. Ralph and Alice Anderson."
While she studied the pictures, I fished out my
cell and told it to call a stored number on
speaker phone.
"Who are you calling?", mom asked.
"Alice Anderson, Sarah's mother.", I replied.
"Anderson residence.", Alice answered.
"Good evening Alice, this is Sam."
"Oh, Hi Sam. What's up?"
"My mother came in as I was finishing up the
class, listened to Sarah and me say goodbye in the
usual fashion and has been fretting. I figured it
might shorten the third degree session if I
introduced the two of you since Sarah has it
planned for you to be Sisters-in-law once removed,
or what ever the relationship between
mothers-in-law is.
Alice, my mother, Elaine Edwards.
Mom, Alice Anderson."
Mom looked stunned. "Good evening Mrs. Anderson.
I just discovered that we seem to have mutual
interests. Beyond that, I don't know what to
think."
"Alice please. Yes, I can imagine. I had most of
three months of Sarah working on Sam to get used to
the idea -- then three more since to deal with the
shock."
"You condone your daughter having a live in boyfriend
twice her age.", mom asked cautiously.
"I'm not sure that 'condone' is the right term.
Accept would probably be closer. Ralph and I
recognize that they seem to be pretty serious
about each other and that they are both good,
sensible kids who have promised that they will
endeavor to avoid adding twigs to the family tree
for at least 8 more years.
On the other hand, prospective sons-in-law that
are smarter than Sarah are not in copious supply.
We are reluctant to take the risk of having to
find another if we run this one off."
"I'm not all that sure that I'm smarter than
Sarah.", I put in. "That's a pretty high
standard."
Alice laughed over the phone, mom looked at me
with a raised brow.
"I don't have hard numbers, mom.", I told her, "But
she's right up there. The tutoring job (actually
a faculty position) is for Borgman Private School,
a school for gifted kids, with a greatly
accelerated program. Sarah's plan to be in the
second year of honors college by 16 is feasible."
"I -- see.
Well, Alice. May I call you in a day or two after
I've had a chance to question Sam further and
collect my thoughts.", mom said to Alice.
"Certainly Elaine.", Alice replied. "I fully
understand your concerns. Don't be too hard on
Sam though, Ralph and I really do have hopes for
him as a son-in-law. And, he's already signed a
contract to teach for the fall quarter which we
would greatly prefer he honor."
Mom stood there, staring off into space. "Good
night and thank you Alice. See you for the
birthday party.", I said, then ended the call.
Mom focused on me. "Are you and Sarah ---
lovers?"
"Mooom. You're a lawyer. You taught me better
than that.", I replied. "Besides, just what are
you planning to do on the off chance that I'm
foolish enough to say yes?"
"I --- see. That was an interesting way to answer
my question. Sorry Sam, I shouldn't have asked."
"So.", she continued after a moment, "What are you
intentions in this matter?"
"Short term -- work at being a good boyfriend, go
to the birthday party. Go back to the Anderson's
the end of the first week in August to start
teaching the week after. Most of the prep work can
be done by phone and email.
My adviser and the scholarship committee are
supportive of the teaching position and have OKed
a 15 hour class schedule for the first quarter
next fall -- with the matter to be reviewed for
the next quarter after I have a feel for how much
time and attention the teaching job will take.
My class will probably have 5 students fall
quarter, I'm already working with three of them
and probably will have the other two starting in a
couple of weeks for remote teaching. I have a
meeting with the school board and the rest of my
students next weekend as well, which is why I
won't be back till Monday night."
"Longer term, do my best to be a good fiance,
thence husband, get three or four degrees with
high honors so I can support my wife through
graduate school so she can support me in my old
age. When we get that far, try to be as good at
being parents as the ones Sarah and I have."
"Why thank you Sam.", she said, giving me a hug,
"That was a very nice compliment."
"You and Dad deserve it.", I told her, hugging back.
"Since my stock seems to be high at the moment, I
do have a favor to ask on a mostly unrelated
subject."
She raised a brow and waited.
"I would like to get a short term loan of $2k, two
months should pay it off.
Sarah and I have been dreaming about upgrading the
bike. Two up on the 175 is a bit tough, even if
she is small. She went on line and found what
looks like a good deal on a 650 V-Strom, fairly
near here, with most of the farkles we
want. Between what I have in liquid assets and
what I will get paid between now and the middle of
September, we will have enough including normal
expenses, but don't have enough in hand to take
advantage of this deal right now."
"We'll consider it. Have a budget ready tomorrow
after supper. Your dad and I'll look at it then."
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Chapter 15
The next weekend Dad and I went to look at the
bike. It was as represented -- I rode it home and
put the 175 on Craig's List. Mom and dad decided
that it was a good enough investment that they
contributed $3k from money that had been earmarked
for college so Sarah and I wouldn't have to repay
it.
The following Friday, mom was waiting for me with
her car gassed up and loaded when I got home from
work. She had decided that she wanted to meet her
prospective daughter-in-law bad enough to go with
me. With two of us to drive, we went all the way,
reaching the Anderson's around 2:30 AM. Per
pre-arranged plan, Mom gave Alice a call about 10
minutes out. I pulled into the driveway and Sarah
was out the door before the car came to a stop.
I got out of the car and was tackled. I picked
Sarah up and hugged her for a moment then put her
back down and turned with my arm around Sarah,s
shoulder to face mom who was coming around the
car.
"Sarah, may I introduce you to your future
mother-in-law, Elaine Edwards. Mom, your future
daughter-in-law, Sarah Anderson."
Sarah held out her hand to mom. "Good evening
Mrs. Edwards. I'm glad you could come."
Mom took her hand for a brief handshake, "I'm glad
to be here and to meet you Miss Anderson. Sam has
been mentioning you since he got home a month
ago." Then with a grin at Sarah's reaction to
Miss Anderson, "I'll call you Sarah if you'll call
me Elaine. Deal?"
Alice came up to witness the last part of their
interaction.
"Mom, Alice Anderson, Alice, my mother, Elaine
Edwards."
"Glad to see you got here safely.", said Alice.
Then looking at her daughter in a light nightgown
and tenny runners wrapped around my waist. Grab
your stuff and come on in, it's a bit chilly out
here.
I popped the trunk, handed Sarah my computer case,
then mom a couple of her smaller bags, I took my
bag and her larger one and we went into the house.
"I have the guest room at the end of the hall
ready for Elaine.", Alice told me as Sarah and I
came in the door.
I sat my bag down and took one of the bags from
mom, Sarah took the other and we put them in the
designated room.
We came back out and I looked at mom, "Go on, I
want to speak to Alice for a moment, see you two
in the morning.", she said.
"Breakfast will be at 9:30.", Alice told us as we
headed up the stairs with my stuff.
We put my bags down, and Sarah immediately wrapped
herself around me. "Thank you for coming to my
birthday Sam. I've really missed you."
I picked her up to hug her and was grabbed for a
long kiss. When Sarah came up for air I told her,
"I've missed you too love."
She wiggled a little against me, my hard on pressing
against her bottom. "I can tell.", Then hugged me
around the neck and melted into my shoulder for a
long moment.
She kicked off her shoes as I held her, then
wiggled down. She stroked my erection through my
pants for a few seconds, then held up her arms for
me to remove her nightgown -- She was bare
underneath.
She posed for a long moment while I admired her,
then moved me near the bed and started unfastening
my pants. When she got my pants and shorts part
way down, she pushed me back so I was sitting on
the edge of the bed, then removed my shoes, pants
and underwear. She pulled my shirt off over my
head then gave me another kiss while she stroked
my cock with one hand.
Not wanting to cum all over her, I pried her loose
after a moment, then rolled her over onto her back
on the bed, kissed her for another moment as I
fondled her pussy with one hand, then scooted down
between her legs and started licking her pussy.
In a moment she was thrusting against my mouth and
groaning as she did. A few seconds more and I
crawled back up her body, she grabbed my cock as
it came into reach and guided it into her slippery
pussy hole. A few seconds more and I was bottomed
in her. When I got all the way in, I paused for
a moment, we curled around so I could kiss her for
a moment, then we started fucking, not too fast
and in perfect time. We managed to last for a
minute or two, then I started to cum. That set
Sarah off and she did too.
I rolled over onto my side, holding her against me
so I didn't fall out. This didn't last long, I
softened and she giggled and I slipped out of her.
I started to get up for a towel and washcloth,
Sarah pulled me back against her. "Don't you dare
let go of me. We can sleep in the wet spot, then
change the bed in the morning.", she told me with a
kiss.
"Yes Mistress", I told her with a happy sigh,
letting myself roll onto my back and pulling Sarah
partly onto my chest.
She kissed me again, and lay there playing with my
chest hair for a few minutes. Her eyes drooped
and in a couple of minutes I had a very warm, very
limp, very desirable girl asleep at my side.
I lay back and relaxed with my eyes closed,
luxuriating in the feel of her body against me for
just a moment.
The alarm went off.
I opened my eyes to look into a pair of gray green
eyes about four inches from mine.
"Good morning sleepyhead.", she giggled, stroking
my morning hard on.
"Morning, love.", I yawned back at her, then
pulled her into a hug. "Sex with you is
wonderfully marvelous, but sleeping with you
snuggled against me and waking up with you is
exquisite. I really, really missed that."
She gave me a quick kiss on the end of the nose,
then moved to where she could reach the alarm and
silenced it. I looked, it was 8:30. A little
over five hours of sleep. She grabbed a tube of
KY while she was there, rubbed some on her pussy
then on the end of my cock, put the cap on the
tube and moved to straddle me.
"Help, Help, I'm being attacked!", I screamed at
nearly 25 decibels."
"You want me to stop?", Sarah asked as she wiggled
herself onto me.
"Well, no, but it's the principle of the thing.", I
told her as I grasped her hips and guided her as I
thrust into her.
After that we were both too distracted for further
conversation. In a blissful five minutes she came
three times and I filled her with cum. We lay
there and cuddled till our breathing slowed, then
I rolled to my feet managing to keep her impaled
on me and headed to the shower.
We took an all too quick shower, got dressed,
exchanged hair brushings and came down the stairs
hand in hand at about 9:20. Ralph watched us come
down the stairs, grinned and wished us a good
morning. George and Alice waved and continued to
work at setting up for breakfast.
Mom looked a bit uncomfortable. Sarah picked up
on this, walked over and greeted her with a small
curtsy. "Good morning, future-mother-in-law. I
trust you slept well."
Beat, beat, beat. Mom gave a regal nod, and
replied in character, "I did,
future-daughter-in-law, and I thank you for
asking." She held the pose for another three
seconds, then held our her arms to Sarah and
grinned. "May I have a good morning hug as well?"
Sarah gave her a big hug and received one in
return along with a kiss on the forehead.
"And which one of you two came up with that
maneuver?", she asked us.
"Sam, but I thought it was a good idea.", grinned
Sarah.
"It was.", mom gave her another short squeeze, then
released her. "I'll have to coach you a bit on
doing a proper curtsy though."
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The party was a success on that afternoon, a great
herd of kids running around, including the other
four members of my class.
Saturday evening I had a class meeting with the
students, parents and administration. We mutually
agreed that the two new kids would be added to
the current class. That the remote lecture with
chat and email office hours would continue as I
had been doing it with the current group and the
stipend would start immediately. I had been doing
the summer work without pay for the kids because
they wanted to continue, but certainly wasn't
going to turn down the money. We agreed that the
face session would continue to be at the Anderson
residence -- Sarah would get a reduction in
tuition for the use of the facilities.
Sunday all the kids showed up a little after
lunch. Since they had time to plan, the
additional two had adequate laptops in hand. They
each got a backup image made and Linux installed
dual boot. The new kids took the evaluation test
and got the review assignment. They also got the
programming assignments and notes the others had
been working on for the past month. The new pair
planned on a serious push to catch up on
programming, the tests seemed to show that they
would fit into the math part without a lot of
problems.
The current three would get a week or two sort of
off while the new kids got up to speed. On the
other hand, they were expected to help tutor the
newbies till they got going.
Mom and Sarah got along well. Mom wasn't quite
sure at first just how to deal with a ten year old
prospective daughter-in-law with strong tomboy
tendencies. I suggested that she and Sarah build
on the curtsy training and work on the concept of
trying to teach Sarah how to put on the facade of
being a proper lady with no suggestion that she
wear that persona full time. I reminded Sarah of
Marilon's mother in 'The Magicians Ward'. Sarah
'got' it at that point and took off with the idea
dragging mom behind her. I pointed mom at the two
books. We departed Monday afternoon with very
good start on friendship between Mom, Sarah and
Alice.
"So, my baby is engaged, with a most nonstandard
fiance, and is a member of the faculty at a quite
prestigious school.", mused mom as we drove down
the freeway towards home. "I'm very glad I went
along, seeing you with Sarah and her parents, and
getting to know them a little, and seeing you work
as Mr. Edwards, faculty member, will make it much
easier for me and your father to deal with."
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Chapter 16
That left me with a full time job and a half time
or better job for the next month.
The web cam classes worked out pretty well, Alice
was willing to be teaching assistant and host the
class -- this bunch were pretty good kids and
wanted to be there so she had no real problems in
maintaining discipline.
I pulled in to the Anderson driveway Saturday
evening early in August. I offered to pay room
and board at the Anderson's, Ralph and Alice
turned me down. They said that the room wasn't
costing them any cash and the food bill was in
payment for the personal tutoring I contributed to
Sarah's education. I mentioned that I had a
personal interest in the matter, that the sooner
that Sarah had an advanced degree and a good job
to support me, the sooner I could retire. My
suggestion received all the respect it deserved
from the entire family. I got the virtual rotten
fruit washed out of my hair and said thank you for
the place to live.
I had texted Sarah from my last stop and she had
been tracking my phone on the web as I traveled.
She was out the door before I came to a full stop,
she did wait till I had the engine shut off and
the kickstand down before wrapping her arms around
me in a hug. I hugged her back for a moment then
pried her off, got off the bike and removed my
helmet.
She looked at the (new to us) bike and asked, "Can
we go for a ride?"
I stretched and groaned theatrically -- I had just
ridden 450 miles in about 10 hours clock time. "A
short one perhaps, after we've unloaded my stuff
and taken it inside."
Sarah started working at the straps holding the
load onto the passenger seat. We made two trips
to our room, then since dinner was past at their
house, loaded up and went out for a late supper
for me. Since mom and dad had bought over half
the new bike, Sarah and I went shopping on line
for good riding gear for her, including electric
vest and boots. That took nearly a thousand
dollars, but left us with the ability to ride
comfortably in almost any weather that didn't
include icy roads.
We went out on a short loop after supper, twenty
minutes or so. Sarah pronounced the seat as much
better than the one on the Honda had been. I was
already well aware that the aftermarket seat on
the bike was hugely better from my point of view.
Class went well. The new kids were nine and
eleven and already chosen for being both smart and
willing to work. I spent an extra session with
the two of them each week getting them well
started on computer skills and programming. By
the time my classes started we were in the groove.
Sarah had four other classes in a similar format
-- she was having the same issues with her school
work that I had run into last fall. She had moved
from easily being the smartest kid in her class,
to having to struggle more than a bit just to keep
up.
The math class with me was the only one were she
didn't have to put in a lot more effort than she
was used to, and the programming part of the class
wasn't easy for her. Fortunately, perhaps because
she had witnessed my struggle last year, she bowed
her neck and worked. She didn't drop down as much
as I had the first quarter, but even so, it was a
struggle.
To her credit, she did, and was instrumental in
getting one of her fellow students in my class
over the same hump. I lost one -- Andria, the new
nine year old wasn't dedicated enough, or perhaps
mature enough to take the heavy study load.
I was a bit surprised -- instead of censured for
losing a student, I was commended for only losing
one. It was quite a bit luck, later years I
seldom did as well.
By putting in a seventy hour week I got 'A's and an
'A-' in my classes, and the Borgman class went
well enough that I was offered a contract for the
rest of the year. My adviser figured out a way
for me to get credit for teaching the Borgman class
as some of my electives, so on the books I was at
17 hours.
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Chapter 17 -- in which we become a triple instead
of a couple.
Christmas break, the weather en route looked a bit
rough for the bike so Mom and Dad bought Sarah and
me airline tickets to come to what I was beginning
to think of as their home for a week over the
holidays. 'My' home was rapidly becoming the
Anderson's with Sarah. Mom apparently accepted us
enough as a couple that she never suggested that
Sarah sleep anyplace other than with me. Dad
started to fuss a bit the first evening, but mom
gave him a look and he backed off.
At my suggestion, Sarah challenged him to a chess
game the next evening. She won the first one
which moved her up in his eyes a long ways. They
played several more during the week. I think
Sarah won one more, which impressed me much more
than that she won the first one. Dad had been in
"Play with the little kid as an indulgence." mode
on the first one. He learned better and paid
attention for the rest. By the time we left, he
and Sarah had done a couple of woodworking
projects and were best friends.
Mom and Sarah put in a pretty intense week on
deportment, manners and dress. Mom had a lot of
fun having a little girl to dress up -- a fairly
large box of new clothes was shipped home when we
left and Sarah started looking for opportunities
to go places where she could practice her new
skills. We went to the bridge club New Years party
and she got a great deal of attention along with a
fourth place finish.
Winter quarter went well. I integrated into the
Anderson household with little friction. Sarah
and I jointly had a set of chores -- it was
recognized that I was putting in a lot of hours,
and the chore load wasn't heavy. In a way it was
nice to have a break from studying that was
required.
We continued to play bridge, gradually moving up
in the ranks till we came in first place one day.
It was a small club game with most of the better
players absent that day, but got us a standing
ovation anyway.
Sally and Sarah had been best friends for several
years before they switched to the new school.
Sally lived with her maternal grandmother who
still worked. Going to school at Borgman left her
alone more than anyone was very comfortable with
and Sally started spending much of her daytime
hours at the Anderson's with Sarah.
Sally started going swimming with Sarah and me.
She hadn't been a serious swimmer before but
decided to work at it to be part of our group. I
mentally shrugged and added swim coach to my list
of duties. She stayed with it for a month and was
coming along pretty well, so I suggested, and
Sarah took her to swim team practice. As will
most good coaches, Sarah's coach was quite willing
to try another team member that wanted to be there
and would work at it. Sally never got real good
at it, but managed to gain points for the team
anyway.
Over time, with no formal discussion of the matter
it became customary for Sally to be with Sarah
most of the time during the day and early
evening. Sally was six months or so older
than Sarah, her eleventh birthday was a little
while in the past. She was a slender girl, most
of six inches taller than Sarah and weighted
perhaps 75 pounds. One of the girls that as she
approached puberty got a foot taller but not much
bigger around than when she was eight, she and
Sarah could and did borrow shorts, skirts and
panties from each other. A dark brunette with a
rounder face than Sarah, Sally had beginning
breasts making bumps in her t-shirt, it was quite
obvious that she seldom wore a bra.
Her parents had died in a car accident when she
was three. If she had any relatives on her
father's side I hadn't heard of them, nor what had
become of her maternal grandfather. Her
grandmother worked full time, which made the
new school a bit of a problem, which was part of
why Sally was at the Anderson residence so much.
Over time Sally just became part of the evolving
family Sarah and I were creating, not a guest,
closer to a sister.
One Friday evening early in March the three of us
were in Sarah's and my room watching TV after a
session of studying. The show ended and Sarah
turned the TV off. Sally was reading, leaning
against my side with my arm around her as it had
been for the last half hour.
"Sam --", she said hesitantly. "can I ask you a
question?"
"You just did.", I pointed out.
"No, a real question.", she said, not quite looking
at me.
Noting that she seemed to be working up to
something that mattered to her, I reached around
with the other hand and tipped her head up a bit.
I gave her a quick kiss on the forehead, and told
her, "Sally, you may ask us any question at all,
and Sarah and I promise not to get mad at you for
asking, nor will we lie to you. In return you have to
promise to accept that the answer may be 'I don't
want to answer that question at this time.' OK?"
"K, I promise." Long pause, then "Can I be your
girlfriend?", blurted out, but not looking at me
or Sarah.
A long pause on our side. "I'm not sure how to
answer that one.", I answered slowly. "I already
have Sarah. You know that."
"I know, but could I be your girlfriend too?", she
said, still not looking at me or Sarah.
I looked at Sarah. It was hard to tell what she
might be thinking, but she didn't seem upset at
the question. "Can you look at us and ask the
question?", I reached around, lifted her chin and
turned her head, then put that arm back around
Sarah.
Sally looked at Sarah, then up at me. She stood
up and turned around to sit on one of my knees,
facing us, then looked me in the eye and asked
once more, "Will you be my boyfriend Sam, along
with Sarah."
"Well, for this evening, I won't say no, but I
can't say yes this quickly.", I answered after a
moment. "Have you and Sarah talked about this?
She doesn't seem real surprised."
"Uh huh, we talked about it some last week when
she slept over at my house." I looked at Sarah
with a raised brow, she nodded.
"So --", I said to her, "you want us to form a
'menage a trois'?"
At her look of puzzlement, "A triple instead of a
couple, a threesome, a family. The literal meaning
of the phrase is 'A Household of Three'."
"Uh huh.", she looked at us anxiously, clearly
fearful of rejection.
I studied her for a long moment. She was wearing
a short skirt and I became aware of the warmth and
slight dampness of her pantie clad crotch on my
leg.
"For now, I still can't say 'yes'.", I told her.
"I will need to think about it, and Sarah and I
will need to talk about the idea. Then, if we
haven't decided not to, there are a number of
things that the three of us will need to talk
about.
This venture seems as if it would be fraught with
peril, not a commitment to be entered into
lightly."
"K.", Sally kind of sniffled.
I reached out and pulled her into a hug against my
chest. "We both like you very much, and like
being with you, Sally, but it would be very easy
to mess things up for Sarah and me. We need to go
slow." I kissed her on top of her head.
She cuddled against my chest for a little while,
then asked Sarah, "Can I have a kiss from Sam
before I go home."
"OK, but he's still my boyfriend.", Sarah answered
with a smile.
I tipped her head up and gave her a brief dry kiss
on the lips.
"Not like that, a real kiss like you gave Sarah
last time I was over.", Sally protested.
"You've been spying on us! Sneaking around!", I
gasped in fake horror.
Apparently I did the fake blatantly enough. Sally
gave me a shy grin, "Uh huh. I forgot to flush
when I went to the bathroom and when I came back
out you and Sarah were kissing like the people on
late night TV."
I pulled her to me again and this time gave her a
longer kiss. After a few seconds I let my mouth
open a little and my tongue slip through to touch
her lips. She flinched when my tongue touched
her, then let her lips part in response. I could
feel the warm spot on my leg getting damper. We
continued for 30 seconds or so then she made a
motion to draw back.
I relaxed my hug and she drew back and looked at
me for a moment, then leaned forward again and
gave me another short kiss on the lips, then
hugged me and snuggled against my chest.
"Thank you Sam, that was wonderful.", she said.
"I could tell you though so.", I said, looking down
at where she was sitting on my leg, her skirt
flaring front and rear and her pantie covered
crotch against me.
At that point she noticed the dampness too and
started to blush and stammer.
I hugged her to me, kissed her once more and told
her, "Don't worry about it, you didn't pee on me,
it's the girl equivalent of a stiffy, gesturing at
the lump in my pants. If you hadn't done
something like that I'd be worried that I didn't
kiss you proper."
I gathered Sarah into the hug, she and Sally put
an arm around each other and the other one around
me. We sat there cuddling and exchanging short
kisses all three ways for five minutes or so.
"How soon is your grandma going to start fussing
about you being late?", I finally asked, "It's a
quarter to nine."
Sally reluctantly stood up and straightened her
clothing. She looked at the wet spot on my leg
and blushed.
"Not a problem.", I told her, "That just shows that
you really meant it when you asked to join Sarah
and me."
I stood, Sarah and I put on light riding gear and
escorted Sally home as we had been doing most
times she was here into the evening. It was a
short ride, a little over a mile, but quite a ways
even in a good neighborhood for a little girl to
ride a bike at night. We waited while Sally put
her bike in the garage, then got brief hugs and
kisses, she went back inside and we went home.
Sarah and I came back to the house and went up to
our room. "So you want to be 'co-wife' or 'first
wife' instead of 'the wife'?", I asked her.
"Uh huh, we both love Sally and she wants to be
with us."
"One of the big questions is, 'What are your
parents going to think about the notion'. This
idea is not in keeping with the rule that we don't
let outsiders know about us being lovers."
"Don't know.", she replied.
"Well --", I said, "I'm going to be an abject coward
and have you talk to your mom about it first. If she
doesn't totally freak out, you can get me and your
dad into the discussion.
If she does, the yelling may give me enough
warning to flee. If not, then you can call my mom
and ask her. I'll talk to her if she asks, but
I'd really like for you to be the one to open that
can of worms."
Sarah hit me, "Craven cowardly cur."
"Yip, yip, yip.", I replied with a wry grin. She
hit me again, with no force behind it, I pulled
her into a hug and gave her a quick kiss on the
forehead.
"Next question will be, 'How bad will her
grandmother freak?' that could be most ungood for
us."
Sarah shrugged, "Don't know."
"Then a much lesser question, at least in context,
'What kind of car are we going to buy?'", I asked
her.
"Oh. I hadn't thought about that.", she answered.
"A Vietnamese family of five might get away with
riding on a 175 like the old one, but I'd bet that
having three of us on the V-Strom would get us a
ticket the first time a cop saw us, then probably
the bike would be impounded for reckless
endangerment of a minor."
"Then a few more issues I can see.", I continued,
"Will you and Sally and me be able to keep a
stable relationship with three of us. Most of our
instincts are geared to living as pairs. We
certainly won't have many role models.
Will you and Sally be able to accept that in
class, I'm the teacher and will criticize you on
occasion and scold you and/or punish you
occasionally.
You and I've been able to work past that so far,
but with two of you, the problems may be on
towards four times as bad.
Then for longer term, how would we structure our
family? I marry one of you and the other one is a
roommate/boarder? Do a corporation like the one
David Palmer wrote about in 'Emergence'?
All issues we will have to deal with in some
fashion."
"On the other hand, we both get along with Sally
very well, and it just might work."
I moved to my desk and started working on the next
task. Sarah stood and rubbed my back for a little
while, then kissed me goodnight, undressed and got
into bed.
I came to bed an hour later, she woke and attacked
me.
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The next day wasn't a classroom day for their
class with me. I got home a little after four to
find Sarah and Sally working on English papers.
I hung up my coat and helmet, Sally looked a bit
anxious as I turned to face her. I held out my
arm to her, she sort of dove into an embrace,
wrapping her arms around me.
"Sarah and I talked about us a while last night.
We haven't said 'no', so we'll talk about what to
do next.", I told her, rubbing her back as I did
so.
"Have you talked to your grandmother about being
my second girlfriend/concubine/wife?"
"Huh uh.", Sally shook her head.
"Then that's your homework assignment for tonight,
including that it would be a threesome.", I told
her, "Then come back tomorrow and tell us about
it -- if of course, you are allowed to come within
five miles of me tomorrow."
"K.", she nodded against my ribs.
"Does she know that Sarah's my girlfriend? That
we pretty much live together?", I asked her.
"I think so, she's kind of joked about it.", Sally
said after a moment.
"Joking about it is good. Less likely she'll call
the cops on us.
Are you going to be able to live with lying to
almost everyone else for five to seven years?
That's about how long before you could move in
with us openly.", I asked a final question.
"Prolly.", she replied.
I stood there holding her and gently rubbing her
back for a few moments. "Back to work then, we
all have school work to do for tomorrow."
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Chapter 18 -- In which we confront the Grandmother.
Sally went home around eight, I escorted her while
Sarah took the opportunity to talk to her mother.
When I got back, no one met me at the door with a
shotgun, so the talk must not have gone real
badly.
Sarah came into our room half an hour later. I
was pretending to work at studying, but was
spending quite a lot of my time wondering what it
was going to take to move into an apartment after
Alice kicked me out. My head kept saying that I
hadn't done anything wrong, nor even outside the
spirit of our informal agreement, but my
imagination kept coming up with scenarios where me
and all my stuff where thrown from the house
during a pouring rain barely above freezing.
"Momma didn't yell. She didn't even seem real
surprised. She said about what you did, that she
wasn't going to say 'No', but that she would need
to think about it and talk it over with daddy
before she gave any more answer.", Sarah reported.
Much better than I had been fearing.
The next day was a class day with the kids.
Alisha Kowalski, Sally's grandmother, delivered
her (good), looked at me for a long moment, then
came striding over to where Sarah and I were
standing. Sally came with her and moved to stand
beside me on the other side from Sarah, leaning
against me a little and putting her arm around my
waist. Her grandmother looked at her for a
moment, then Sarah, standing in a quite similar
fashion on the other side, then focused on me.
"Good afternoon Sam. Could you and Sarah come to
dinner with us this evening", she asked.
I looked around, Alice was near the front door. I
caught her eye and asked her to come over.
"Sarah and I are 'Invited' to dinner with Sally
and Mrs. Kowalski this evening.", I said, "May Sarah
attend?"
"Dinner and inquisition I presume?", Alice said to
Sally's grandmother, "Sarah spoke with me about
their plans last night."
"Something like that.", Mrs Kowalski agreed.
"No wounds that won't heal in six weeks?", Alice
asked.
"Nothing worse than ten days.", she was promised.
"OK then, I won't plan on the two of you for
dinner.", Alice turned and left.
"What time?", I asked.
"Class ends at five?"
I nodded.
"How about dinner at 6:30 then?", she asked.
I looked at the girls, they shrugged. "Sounds
OK. Should I send Sally home right after class or
bring her when Sarah and I come?"
"Sally can wait and come with you if she wants to.
See you then." She turned and left.
"Well --", I said softly, somewhat to the girls and
mostly to myself, "That too, went better than I
feared. I might even hope to survive dinner."
I gave them one arm hugs, received hugs in return
and went to get class started for the day.
Alice offered her car without my asking. I
showered and shaved after class, without any
discussion both girls joined me in the
shower. With her shirt off, I could examine
Sally's developing boobs. Her breasts were pads,
perhaps a half inch thick on her chest, her
aureole protruding cones another half inch tall
without distinct nipples yet. Her pussy was still
quite free of pubic hair, although there were
signs of longer darker hair on the top of her
mound. I caressed her breasts for a moment then
spent a bit longer rolling her nipples between my
fingers, watching her aureole crinkle and nipples
rise a little. Perhaps another quarter inch.
I bent and kissed her, then bent further and gave
her a juicy kiss on each nipple, then returned to
suckle on them for a few seconds each.
We had a deadline so I backed off on Sally -- We
had a fun soapy time, I washed both girls quite
thoroughly but stopped short of masturbation.
Sarah didn't stop and demonstrated a male orgasm
to Sally.
I dressed in some of my better clothes, Sarah
dithered a bit between dressing to match Sally or
me. I advised her to match Sally for style and
level of dress. Sally wore the clothes she came
in, I brushed her hair out then we fixed the girls
hair so they had similar 'dos. They brushed
mine. but I had relatively short hair so there
wasn't much they could do with it.
We arrived a little after six, Sally got out her
key and opened the door. "We're home Grandma.",
she called out as we came through the door.
"I'm in the kitchen.", came a voice through a door
to the right.
Sally grabbed my hand and led me into the kitchen,
Sarah following, holding my other hand.
Alina looked up from what she was doing. "Are you
trying to establish ownership or keep him from
fleeing?", she asked Sally, looking at her firm grasp
on my hand.
"Grandma!", scolded Sally, "You be nice to Sam.
Sarah and I want to keep him."
Alina looked at her granddaughter for a moment with
a twinkle in her eyes. "Yes dear, I'll try to be
gentle with him."
Then looking at me, "Welcome Sam. You might wish
to take that as an example of your probable status
if you allow her to join your household."
Then to Sally, "Please set the table dear, Dinner
is almost ready."
The three of us pitched in and in a few minutes
the table was set to Sally's satisfaction. A few
more minutes and Mrs. Kowalski started bringing in
dishes of food.
It was quite excellent food at that. Alisha kept
the conversation on topics like school, both the
class I was teaching and the ones I was taking.
She was a quite skillful interrogator, by the time
that dinner was finished, she had a pretty good
picture of my past and intentions for the future.
We moved to the living room and I was sitting
on a sofa with an arm around each girl.
"So, Sam --", Alisha said. "To cut down on the
waffling around, let us stipulate for the purposes
of this conversation that you and Sarah are a long
term couple, effectively married and are sleeping
together. And Sally is requesting to become a full
member of your family.
I don't ask or expect you to openly acknowledge
this, but if we work on that assumption for this
evening, it will make the rest of the discussion
much more straightforward."
"O-K, stipulated.", I replied.
"I pledge to you that I will not use that
knowledge nor anything that I expect to learn this
evening to your or Sarah's disadvantage.", Alisha
continued, "This explicitly includes the belief
that you and Sarah are a sexually active couple
and that Sally wishes to join you.
I am not going to tell you that I'm greatly
enthused by the notion, but neither am I appalled
by it."
She paused, waiting for comment.
"OK, I can accept that, please continue.", I
offered.
"I'm a child of the sixties, one who bore the
title of 'Hippie' for a time. Like many of my
peers, I messed around with sex and drugs for a
while, found it wasn't as much fun to do as it
looked like from the outside, kept the costume and
manners for a time, but went back to school and
learned skills that the establishment would pay me
for -- much to the chagrin of some of the
diehards.
For further background, I lost my cherry when I
was about a year younger than Sally is. I had a
serious crush on my best friend's big brother and
we wound up with an afternoon and evening
together. He went back to college a few months
later, we got together several times while he was
back next summer, then were on and off till I
graduated from college.
So, now you know how I met your grandfather
Sally."
Alicia sat thinking a few moments, and I watched a
tear form and start down her cheek. "He died two
years ago in April, he barely made 70 for me.
But I had him most of the time for 50 years."
She wiped her eyes, then with a sniffling grin,
"Take note girls, if you marry Sam, you stand a
good chance of being widows in your sixty's."
They shrugged, a bit uncomfortable at seeing
Alisha cry, and the remembrance of Sally's
grandpa. Something that might happen 50 years
hence didn't seem like much of a problem to them
-- for that matter it didn't seem real to me. 70
years old didn't seem real to me, much less dying
at that age.
After a moment, Alisha came back to us and
continued, "Sally's mother started sex at about
Sally's age. I didn't handle that as well as I
might have. I ranted and screamed, and forbade
her to see the kid. This worked poorly, all I
accomplished was to make them sneak around. I
wouldn't help her with birth control and she wound up
pregnant late in her twelfth year. Thence an
abortion and a lot more hurt between the two of us
and serious trouble for him. We survived it, she
and I and managed to become friends again, but it
wasn't a fun time to live through for either of
us.
Since I seem to have been given a second chance, I
will try another path this time and hope it works
better."
Again she paused.
"Was momma's boyfriend my dad?", Sally asked after
a bit.
"No dear.", Alisha said regretfully. "By the time
your grandfather and I got done with the
situation, we had harmed the young man and their
relationship much too badly. His parents moved to
a different town, state too, I think, and I never
saw him again. Pretty much of a disaster all the
way around. One of the few things in my life that
I would go back and redo if I could."
"Oh.", Sally said. Then sat silently.
After a moment Alisha continued to me, "What are
your thoughts about Sally's desire to join your
family."
"I don't know yet. The three of us do very well
as good friends, student/teacher, etc. Until
Sally brought it up, I guess I wasn't allowing
myself to really think about what it would be like
to have her as a girlfriend/fiance. I counted
myself as 'took' and wasn't looking, nor I guess,
paying attention to other possibilities."
"Do you want to add her to your family?"
I thought that one over for a moment. "It's closer
to say that Sally wishes to join our family.
Sarah and I would like to have her, but our
situation is a bit delicate. If the girls were 18
I expect we would discuss it and probably give it
a go. I think that Sarah and I are solid enough
to give Sally a chance, and still survive most
failure modes. A true working menage a trois
would have a number of advantages for a set of
people like us who want both kids and careers.
It sounds as if you would accept the situation,
perhaps Alice and Ralph will as well. Then
there's my parents. As a tactical move, I'm going
to have Sarah and Sally call mom and talk to her.
If you judge me a coward in this matter, you are
quite correct. However, my tactical appraisal is
that they have a better chance of getting mom to
really consider the matter than I would."
"What are your feelings about this Sarah?", Alicia
asked.
"Sally's my best friend. We share just about
everything else, sharing Sam sounds like a good
idea.", Sarah replied matter of factly.
"I see.", said Alisha, "I must warn you, sharing a
guy is harder than it looks. Most people who try
to live as a threesome wind up breaking up fairly
soon."
A pause, then I put in, "I have noted the lack of
role models. I don't know any long term working
triples among grownups, or for that matter, high
school kids."
"I know a few that have made it work long term.
If you guys wish, I'll make you known to them.",
Alisha replied.
"Please do", I said. The girls concurred.
She sat and thought, looking us over for several
minutes. "OK, if the three of you are masochistic
enough to try this scheme, I'm sadistic enough to
let you try it.
My conditions for the next few years are three.
You have to eat dinner with me at least two nights
per week. This can be an average, and outside
commitments are a valid reason to skip some.
You have to sleep here at least one night per
week. Again, travel and similar reasons are a
valid excuse -- up to a point. Skipping because
of need is OK, skipping because you are trying to
avoid me is not.
Unplanned pregnancy is to be avoided.
Do the three of you agree to these conditions?"
"Yes, ma'am. Subject to willing acceptance by
Sarah's parents and at least grudging acceptance
by mine.", I replied.
"Yes, Grandma.", from Sally.
"Yes, ma'am.", echoed Sarah.
Alisha studied us for another long moment, then
focused on Sally, "You are closely approaching the
beginning of your fertile years Sally. Any month
now, it will become possible for you to get
pregnant. It may be possible right now although
it is quite unlikely. However, within twenty four
months it's almost certain that you will be able
to get pregnant. It would be most undesirable
for you to become pregnant for the next five to
eight years. You are to learn enough about your
body for me to be able to say that an unplanned
pregnancy is gross negligence, not ignorance.
If I allow you to marry into their family, you
must acknowledge that you, and only you are
responsible for your fertility. And take
appropriate steps to control that fertility.
One of the few real sins that I recognize is
giving birth to an unwanted child.
Do you understand this and agree to accept the
responsibility, along with the duty to control
your reproduction?"
"I will, Grandma.", Sally said solemnly.
Alisha looked at Sarah and me. "Sally and I have
discussed this matter several times in the last
few months. This was just a formal acknowledgment
of her accepting the responsibility rather than me
trying to control her behavior.
I will be available to advise and assist in the
implementation of any birth control methods you
and she choose to use."
Alisha sat, looking at us and thinking for a long
moment. "I should probably make an opportunity to
have a talk with Alice soon. It sounds like we
are about to become sisters-in-law."
"You know --", I said after another long pause, "If
you had suggested a year and a half ago that I
would be having this conversation, I would have
called you 'crazy -- absolutely batshit crazy'."
I pulled the girls into a tight hug on either
side. "Makes me wonder what next year will be
like."
Alisha laughed. "One of the few advantages of
being over 60 is that many fewer things truly surprise
and appall you. Even the ones that you disapprove
of don't seem near as black as they did when I was
your age. If nothing else, they will most likely
pass in a few short years.
One thing I've learned, and I'll give you the
advice, knowing full well that you won't really
understand it till it's too late --
Like each other. If you can't stay in like --
most, not necessarily all, of the time -- give
it up and split up.
Don't sweat the small stuff. Most things turn out
to be small stuff in the long run, although it may
take a couple of years to realize that it was
small stuff.
Be honest with each other. The corollary to that
is to tell you not to insist on asking questions
that the other doesn't want to answer. And don't
get mad because you don't like the answer you
got."
"Sam said something like that yesterday.", Sally
said after a moment. "I asked if I could ask a
question, and he said that I could ask any
question at all -- so long as I would accept that
he might not answer."
We sat there quietly for a few moments, the girls
snuggled against my ribs on either side. I had
school work to do, but sitting with them was so
pleasant that I hated to suggest moving.
"Sally --", said her grandmother after a little
while. "Go get the Uno cards out. I think a game
of cards would be a good evenings diversion."
She went off to get the game, Sarah and I stood
and helped clean off the dining room table.
A little while into the game I saw why Alisha had
suggested it. There were many opportunities to be
mean to each other in the course of the game. The
girls took every opportunity to 'get' me, while I
had to split my efforts between the two of them.
I won a couple of games because I was more
concentrating on winning instead of 'getting' them
-- Alisha seemed to be willing to spread her
efforts in non discriminatory fashion so she was
the overall winner of the evening. I was very
pleased to see the girls being competitive while
not getting upset if they turned out to be the
butt of the joke.
Around 8:30 we cleaned up after the game. Sally
took Sarah and me to her room for a while. I
would up on her bed with a girl on each side,
clothes stayed on, but the petting got quite free.
Sarah and I went home after nine. Alice said hi
and asked how the interview went -- noting that
there were no bloodstains on my clothing, nor any
obvious wounds.
The next evening Sarah and Sally called my
mother. They had her on speaker phone on my cell,
after a while I admitted that I was listening.
Mom wasn't overtly hostile, but certainly wasn't
enthused at the notion. She did thank them, and
sounded sincere, for calling to talk to her about
their plans for her baby.
I took Sally home around ten. When she slipped in
the door, Alisha stepped out for a moment and
waved as I drove off.
Next day I wound up eating lunch with George
(remember George, Sarah's older brother and the
one who introduced us). He, fortunately was quite
amused at my plight. He had gotten hooked up with
a fellow student, a history major with a minor in
math and a very nice young lady. I wasn't sure if
she had twigged to Sarah and me as a couple, the
few times that she came by the Anderson household,
we hadn't been together much. One of the things
that I looked forward to -- both with interest and
trepidation.
George twitted me a little about my love life, he
seemed to take me at my word when I implied that
so far, there was no sex life much with Sally. He
did have a few useful thoughts, and mostly seemed
supportive of his sister and friend with their
endeavors. I quietly heaved a great sigh of
relief, how George might take Sarah's and Sally's
plans had been a worry.
That evening, after supper, Ralph and Alice called
the three of us to a family conference. George
raised an eyebrow, Alice told him that his
presence was not commanded, but that he certainly
could claim to have a stake in the issue -- so
therefore it was suggested that he sit in.
The girls seated us in our usual recliner, this
was quite snuggly, but probably not a good long
term seating arrangement. A few minutes later
Alisha came to the door -- quite obviously by
arrangement with Alice and Ralph.
Ralph opened the discussion. "Do the three of you
truly want to try this -- well, 'madness' seems a
bit too strong, but I'm not sure that I can come
up with a better term?"
"We do.", I answered for the three of us.
"Do you think that you and your lady can come to
terms with these three as in-laws?", he asked George.
"I can't say for certain.", he answered. "Peggy
seems to be aware that Sam and Sarah are more than
just friends, but we haven't really talked about
it. I have no real notion of what she might think
about adding Sally to the mix.
I doubt she will freak -- I guess that if she
does, either we'll move away or she'll go away."
Not the most encouraging sort of thought.
Ralph was quiet for a moment.
"May I suggest a plan?", asked Alicia.
"Certainly.", was his response.
"I would suggest that George invite Peggy to
dinner in the near future. Have Sam and his harem
present. George, you should make it clear to her,
if possible without stating it outright, that they
are more than good friends.
Should she freak and try to get Sam in trouble, so
long as we are prepared and present a united
front, we should be able to survive.
The three of you will need to be quite careful to
only let your words and actions imply that you are
a trio with long term plans, and not give her hard
evidence that you are a sexually active trio till
we are certain that she accepts you and won't
actively seek to harm you.
This sounds a bit harsh, but one of the conditions
of contest here is that unless George is going to
be a bachelor, or move out of state, his S.O. will
be family, and it will be impossible to keep her
from noticing the three of you.
If we expose her to the situation on our terms, we
have a better chance of guiding the outcome, good
or bad."
A long silence.
"What do you think of that plan George?", asked
Alice. "You probably have the second biggest
stake in the outcome."
He thought for a long moment. "It will probably
be OK. Peggy seems like she will be willing to
consider alternate life styles.
I hope at least. I'd hate to lose her over my
sister's boyfriend and girlfriend. You're right
though, it probably won't get better with age,
unless we could put it off for six years and
invite her to the wedding."
"On to at least somewhat more cheerful things --",
said Ralph after a moment to be sure George was
done for now.
"We, the parents, have decided to let you guys try
it. I think that Alicia said it well -- if you
are masochistic enough to try it, we're sadistic
enough to let you.
Alicia and we have decided on terms. Not too
onerous, just that you have to share time between
us. At least one meal and one night at each of
our homes every four days. If you have other
commitments, especially out of town commitments,
the household that is farthest in arrears gets
first chance when you return. The point is to
have you under our eyes often enough to become
aware of problems and be able to head them off in
a timely fashion. Variations on the scheduling
that do not seriously conflict with that goal will
be permitted.
The other condition is that any two of the three
of us may decide to end the agreement, and may
split the three of you as seems best at the time.
This control shall last till Sarah's sixteenth
birthday.
Do you agree to these terms, and commit to
enabling them as seems necessary, specifically if
we determine that the relationship be ended?"
Silence from our chair. The three parents sat quietly
giving us time to think.
After a few moments I spoke up. "May we have some
time to discuss and consider this. For myself,
those terms seem reasonable, but I dislike to make
a unilateral decision for our family when there
seems no need to do so."
Ralph looked at the two women for a moment and
seemed to see no obvious dissent. "That seems
reasonable.", he said. "Tomorrow evening then.
We'll let you know where and when dinner will be."
"Can I stay with Sam and Sarah?", Sally asked her
grandmother.
Alicia looked Alice for a moment, received a shrug,
then at us for a moment. "Yes you may dear. What
about clothes and toothbrush?"
"I put some in my backpack when I left the house
to come over this morning", she admitted.
"Hmph.", was the response, but there was a twinkle
in Alicia's eyes.
"You keep telling us that we should think ahead and be
prepared.", said Sarah.
"True, true.", Alicia grumbled. On the other hand,
she seemed to have to work at it not to smile.
"Thank you Grandma.", said Sally, getting up and
giving her a hug. Sarah followed, hugging her
from the other side.
"Be good and have fun.", Alicia hugged them back.
"See you kids for dinner tomorrow evening." She
stood and went to the door, then looked back.
"Good luck Sam. I hope you survive the night."
She grinned for a moment and was gone.
I sat there in bemusement for a long moment, then
turned to Ralph and Alice. "Thank you for your
support, I wasn't at all sure what your reaction
might be when Sally asked to join our family.
Even my parents didn't react as badly as I
feared."
Ralph gave me a wry grin. "You are a student of
Heinlein are you not?"
I nodded.
"You recall the quote in 'Gulf', I think it was.
I don't recall it exactly, but it amounted to --
Genius are inclined to ignore tribal custom and
diddle to suit themselves.
You three are certainly an example of that."
"I'd have to look it up, but I think you have it
just about right.", I replied after a moment.
"The other relevant thought", he continued, "is
the futility of trying to sweep back the tides.
Do you really think that we could keep the three
of you apart if those two decided they wanted you
anyway?
Going along with you allows us to keep a modicum
of control and guidance to the situation. And
makes it much easier to keep an eye on you in the
hopes of being able to detect and head off serious
trouble before it becomes disaster.
An optimistic thought, I realize, but we just as
well try."
The two girls had come back and were standing each
with an arm around me, listening to our
conversation.
Ralph looked at them, then asked me, "Where do you
wish your remains to be sent tomorrow?"
At my look of bewilderment, he continued, "I
wouldn't give real long odds of you surviving the
night."
Beat, beat, beat -- "DADDY!!!"
"Yes daughter?", mildly.
"That wasn't a nice thing to say. Besides if we
use him all up tonight, what are we going to do
tomorrow night?" Sally was watching the exchange
and looking like she wished she was almost
anywhere else.
Ralph saw this, and gathered both girls into a
hug, "Sorry Sally. Those two are used to me. I
didn't think about how you might take it."
He released them, took a half step back, knelt in
front of her and bowed his head. "I humbly
apologize for my insensitivity, and beg your
forgiveness."
Sarah thumped him on the shoulder. "You're still
doing it daddy." Then to Sally, "You just as well
forgive him. He means well, doubtful as it seems
sometimes."
Sally visibly gathered her nerve, then "That's OK
Mr. Anderson."
"Mr. Anderson!!", he wailed. "My future
daughter-in-law calls me 'Mr. Anderson'."
Alice hit him on the other shoulder, rather more
firmly than Sarah had.
"If you can manage it, say 'I forgive you Daddy',
unless you're having fun and want to play with
him some more.", she advised Sally.
Sally seemed to relax a bit. She made a show of
considering it for a moment. "I forgive you,
future father-in-law Daddy." She gave him a brief
little girl kiss on the cheek.
Flash!!! We looked up at George and his camera.
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Chapter 19 -- Our first night as a triple.
After a bit the three of us went up to Sarah's
room. I spent a few moments considering my class
work, decided I could afford to let it slide for
tonight, besides, what ever else someone might
call it, this was our honeymoon evening as a trio.
I tipped the head of our bed up, Sarah and I now
had a queen size bed with the capability of
converting to a lounge and the swinging work
tables on either side. One more thing to do.
Figure out how to rig a work table for a third
person.
I gathered Sally into my lap and gave her a brief
kiss. She still seemed a bit tense.
"You gonna be OK with this love?", I asked her.
"Seems like we're going pretty fast for you.
Sarah and I did quite a lot of cuddling and
kissing for a couple of months before she managed
to get me into her bed for the night. Then it was
a week later that we first fucked. By then we had
made love and slept together for two nights."
Sally lay there, her cheek against my chest and my
arms wrapped around her for a long moment. "Isn't
'make love' a polite way to say 'fuck'?" she
asked, looking up at me.
"It can be, but that's not they way I was using
it. 'Fuck' says that I took my penis, stuck it
into either your vagina, or rectum. Slid it
in and out for a bit, then probably came in you.
Hopefully you got to cum too.
At the other extreme, we made love for a little
bit yesterday -- you remember the kiss we shared?"
She nodded, blushing a little.
"When you kissed me, were you trying to make it a
good kiss for me, or just for you?", I asked her.
"She thought for a moment, "I wanted to do a good
job of kissing you so you would want to be my
boyfriend."
"And I was trying to give you a good kiss that you
would enjoy and remember with pleasure. So we
were making love, each trying to make it good for
the other."
Sarah had crawled up beside me and was snuggled up
to my side. She raised up and gave me a long
kiss, then kissed Sally. Sally froze in surprise
for a moment, then returned the kiss, somewhat
hesitantly.
When they broke, I turned Sally's face to mine and
gave her a longer kiss. This time she returned it
with interest. When we broke this time I hugged
her for a moment then spoke.
"For tonight especially love, you need to tell us
if we start to do something that makes you
uncomfortable. We want to make love to you, as
slowly or as fast as *You* want to."
"But I thought you'd want to fuck me?", she said,
not understanding.
"Oh, I do, I do.", I told her, indicating the
bulge in my pants. "But, if I do things right, I
should have 60 years to fuck you. For tonight I
want to make love with you.
It's your night. We can just cuddle and talk. We
can kiss and pet. I hope to take all your clothes
off again, admire your beautiful body, then give
you a good cum. But most important, it's your
night. We will do our best to do what you want to,
when you want to and how you want to.
If it's a day -- a week -- a month or more before
we fuck, that's more than OK. It's your call."
I kissed her again, then held her, gently rubbing
her back and bottom through her clothes.
Sally hesitantly reached towards the bulge in my
pants.
"Go ahead love, You are now vested with an
undivided half interest, you may do as you wish."
She stroked it through my pants. I cuddled her
for a few minutes as she explored. After a bit I
sat her up and took off her shirt. Sarah took off
her shoes and socks, then we stood and I
unfastened Sally's pants and slid them and her
panties off. I gazed at my new lover for a full
minute, the bulge in my pants becoming more
prominent. Sally blushed a little, but lay there
allowing me to feast my eyes, her nipples
crinkling as I watched. "Beautiful!", I told her,
and bent to kiss her on the lips then both boobs.
I shifted to Sarah, and quickly stripped her, then
Sarah pulled Sally to her feet and they made a
production of undressing me, slowly undoing each
button and removing each article of clothing, then
folding it and putting it away.
By the time I was naked, I was about as hard as I
had ever been, my cock oozing precum with some
dripping on the floor and some tricking down the
shaft and down onto my balls.
Sally looked at it then timidly reached out to
touch it. My balls drew up at her touch, Sarah
let her fondle me for a few moments then pushed me
onto the bed and flattened it out, then crawled on
top and impaled herself.
"Let me go first, he's gonna cum real quick right
now, then when you get it into you, he will last
longer for you.", Sarah told Sally.
Sally watched with interest, her hand went to her
crotch as she watched Sarah riding my cock.
With the build up, the feel of Sarah's pussy on my
cock and the sight of Sally masturbating as she
watched along with the smell of her arousal, I
went off in about 30 seconds, thrusting up into
Sarah and holding her down against me as I came
inside her.
Leaving Sarah impaled on me, I got Sally up and
sitting on my chest with her knees on either side
of my head. I pulled her to me and started
licking her beautiful bare pussy. Her eyes go big
as I got her in place and my tongue first touched
her pussy. She didn't pull away, and in a few
seconds started thrusting against my mouth. In a
couple of minutes she froze in an orgasm.
When she relaxed I moved her away from my mouth
for a moment. By then I was nearly at full
hardness again inside Sarah. She raised off of me
and showed Sally.
"He's ready again, do you want a turn?", Sarah
asked Sally.
Sally's response was to try to scoot back. I
grasped her waist and picked her up for a moment
till she had her legs below my arms and by my
ribs, then helped guide her to sit on the end of
my cock.
With Sarah's juices and my cum, added to Sally's
juices and my spit, the head of my cock slipped
between her pussy lips and against the entrance to
her fuck tube without friction. The sphincter at
her opening held her weight for a couple of
seconds then it stretched and my cock went into
her pussy about half it's length.
Sally's eyes got real big, she curled up and
looked down at where my cock was splitting her
pussy lips. "It worked!", she said in surprise.
"You seem to have misplace your cherry.", I
commented.
"Grandma helped me a few weeks ago.", she said,
blushing a bit. Then hesitantly, "Is that OK?"
"Short answer is 'Yes.'", I told her.
"What's the long answer?", she asked.
I took a moment to raise her up a little, then
thrust up and lowered her till things came tight
again. A few repeats and Sally was sitting on my
pelvis, her pussy partially covered by my pubic
hair. Sally helped as I worked into her, no signs
of any serious discomfort on her face.
When I had her sitting down, I spoke again.
"First off, It's your body -- and your life. We
have no right to criticize you for your choices,
unless they might harm our family.", I said,
indicating the three of us.
"Second. We have no right to complain about things
you did before you became a part of our family
unless there is carryover from those actions that
might bring trouble to our family. You and your
grandmother using a dildo to break your maidenhead
does not even come close to qualifying for that.
Third. Sarah and I popped her cherry the first
time we fucked. It hurt her and she was sore for
a day or so. As good as the sex was, her pain was
not a happy thing for me. We don't regret it, but
I certainly don't feel bad about not getting to
participate in hurting you and watching you bleed.
I would have done so, willingly and even gladly,
because we love you and the end results are so
very, very good for all of us. But I don't mind
having skipped your pain."
I pulled her down so I could kiss her. "We love
you very much and are quite happy to have you give
us your virginity along with your love. Blood and
pain are not required.
That do for a long answer?"
I traced circles around her nipples as I waited
for her response.
She sat there for a long moment as I started to
wilt inside her.
Tears formed in her eyes, "I'm doing it wrong,
you're getting soft in me.", she said, looking like
she might cry. Her gaze dropped.
"Sally!", I said, somewhat forcefully, tipping her
chin back up so she was looking in my face.
"There is no wrong way to make love unless you are
intentionally trying to hurt me or Sarah in some
way."
"But you're getting soft."
I gave her a wry smile, "You've heard some of the
jokes about how guys don't have enough blood to
use both heads at the same time?"
She looked a bit confused.
"Guys have two heads.", I told her. "This one
--", I patted myself on the head, "and this one.",
I pointed to her stomach where I was inside her.
"God only gave guys enough blood to run one head
at a time.
For the most part, when guys are real turned on,
and have a big hard on, they don't think very
well, except for how to get it into a girl.
When they do start thinking about anything except
fucking, they tend to go soft.
Problem is that you are worrying about doing
something wrong, so that makes me worry about how
to make you stop worrying. So, I'm going soft
which is making you unhappy and worry more, which
isn't doing a thing about making me stay hard.
So -- You are doing fine for a first attempt at
making love. We love you very much and want you
here."
I pulled her down to lay on my chest, "Lie down on
my chest. Relax and let me cuddle you and rub
your back. When you get ready, cuddle and caress
me. Having you relaxed and happy will do more to
make me hard again than anything else you can do."
I tipped her face up towards me, curled up a bit
and kissed her on the forehead, that being what I
could reach. She raised up a bit and kissed me
back on the lips. "I love you and Sarah, Sam.",
she said softly, then kissed me again, then Sarah
as she leaned over for her turn.
The kisses and words hardened me again, I pushed
into her, then pulled her up till I could reach
her mouth for a serious kiss, keeping a couple of
inches inside her.
When we finished that kiss, I pushed her back down
till she was bottomed out on my pelvis, then
started pulling out and lifting Sally a little,
then thrusting and pushing her down. In a moment,
she got the rhythm and helped move as we fucked.
Sarah was rubbing and kissing both of us, in a
couple of minutes Sally stiffened as she orgasmed,
when I felt her cum I thrust deeply into her and
let myself go, filling her virgin cunt with her
first baby seeds.
When she came down from the high she collapsed
onto my chest -- we lay there for several minutes
as our breathing and hearts slowed. Sarah stayed
wrapped around us both, kissing faces and nipples
as she could reach.
I put my arm on that side around her and pulled
her against us, after a moment Sally followed
suit.
"Well love.", I said to Sally after a few moments,
"You are officially no longer a virgin. Welcome
to the world of the sexually active -- that
seeming to be the opposite of virgin." She gave
me a hard hug and a long kiss, then turned and
shared a kiss of equal magnitude with Sarah.
We lay there for a while, cuddling and gently
kissing, then Sally moved and I slipped out of
her. I could feel our juices dripping on my
crotch, a moment longer and I moved her off me and
rolled to my feet. Sarah got up as I did, I
scooped Sally up into my arms and carried her into
the shower.
We had a long leisurely shower with much cuddling,
caressing and kissing. We dried off, decided the
wet spots in the bed weren't too bad and went back
to bed.
The girls rolled me onto my stomach and spent a
wonderful time giving me a gentle massage.
When they finished, Sally moved Sarah to lie
beside me, I rolled onto my side, then Sally and I
worked on Sarah. After a while, Sally and Sarah
switched. We worked on Sally's back for a few
minutes, then I flipped her onto her stomach. We
caressed her for a bit, then I was hard again. I
turned her onto her back, then moved her around on
the bed till she was nearly at 90 degrees to me,
with her legs over my body, rubbed my erection in
her fairly slick slit for a moment. Sarah took
the KY and lubed the junction, then I slid into
Sally again. We squirmed around on the bed till I
could fuck Sally and caress her boobs and clit,
Sarah was cuddling her on the other side, playing
with boobs and kissing. We had a long wonderful
session of making love, when I finally came this
time, we pulled the covers over us and drifted off
to sleep.
I woke in the night, caressed Sally till I woke
her, then started making out with her. We kissed
and petted for a few minutes, Sarah woke and
watched us, rubbing my back while I worked at
giving Sally an orgasm with my fingers.
She had a small cum in a few minutes, I spread her
legs wide and rolled on top of her, working my
very hard cock into her, using short strokes to
get my cock lubed with her girl juices.
When I was bottomed out in her I paused for a few
moments, kissing her and teasing her nipples with
my chest hair. When I started stroking in and out
she matched me for the most part. I fell out a
few times when we got out of sync, Sarah giggled
and guided me back into her friend's tight bald
slit.
Shortly Sally came again, this time much harder,
and the awareness of her cum along with the
sensation of her body pushed me over the edge and
I filled her pussy with baby seeds for a third time.
This time, Sarah rolled out of bed and came back
with a warm washcloth and towels, cleaning the
love juices from our bodies, then drying us.
We lay there after in a three way cuddle, this
time with Sally in the middle and Sarah and I both
caressing and kissing her till we fell asleep.
When I woke again, Sally had migrated to the
outside and I was in the middle again. This time
I was rolled towards Sarah. We kissed and cuddled
for a bit -- it gradually built up till I was atop
her and thrusting deeply into her. Sally had
woken and was alternating kisses between Sarah and
me -- then backing off and caressing both of us as
we peaked and came.
This time when we came down, I pulled Sally into a
long kiss. "Good morning love, this is a wonderful
way to start the day." Then turning to Sarah and
kissing her, "I was wrong. Sleeping with you and
waking up with you wasn't the best of all possible
things after all.
You guys had a real good idea here, May I keep
you?" I got and returned more hugs and kisses for
my efforts.
After another while of cuddling and caressing my
lovers, I rolled to my feet and pulled both girls
into the bathroom, thence the shower. A long
cuddly time later, the water started getting cold
and we got out. We dried off a little, then the
girls shaved me and brushed my hair. I returned
the favor with hair brushing, then with Sarah's
help, braided Sally's hair.
None of us had early classes, so we went down and
got breakfast, then went back up to Sarah's and my
room and worked on classwork till I had to leave
around 10.
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When I got home from the day's classes, I was
informed by my harem that dinner would be at
Alicia's house at 6:30. We agreed that the terms
proposed by the 'rents sounded livable, snuggled
for a while then I went to work on homework till
6.
We spruced up a bit for dinner, then Sarah rode
Sally's bike while Sally and I followed on the
motorcycle. We arrived at the appointed time and
found Ralph, Alice and George already there.
Dinner was less tense than it had been last night,
everyone present seemed to have accepted the
overall plan and wasn't anticipating any conflict.
After dinner we met in the living room. Ralph
asked if there was any further discussion about
allowing us to be a family. He brought up the
issue of finances, the parents agreed that they
would continue to support the girls to the same
degree through college that they would have if the
girls had remained single. Technically, they
still were single and would continue to be for at
least another six years or so, for now the parents
would continue to support them in their education
and furnish food, clothing and housing or
equivalent.
At such time as I finished my education and got a
full time job, we would review the issue.
The girls and I formally agreed to their terms, we
elected to stay with Alicia that night and the
others went home. Sally's bed was a double, and
standard length. It worked because we wanted to
sleep wrapped around each other anyway. We wound
up making love in all four combinations that night
-- Alicia laughed at us when we practiced our
synchronous yawning during breakfast.
Over the next few weeks we figured out how to live
in two houses, it wound up with Sarah and me
keeping most of our stuff at the Anderson
residence and Sally keeping most of her stuff in
her grandmother's house. We seldom slept apart,
Sarah and I already had a queen bed, we obtained
another for Sally's room. Alicia furnished the
money and the girls and I did the work to install
a good Internet connection in her house, after
that we were able to work with our laptops in
either home, using the server at the Anderson's as
remote storage.
As the weeks went by our relationship matured and
settled down -- there were some quite stormy
periods, fortunately brief, during that time as we
made mistakes and learned to fix them.
Fortunately, the three parents were more inclined
to pour oil on troubled waters than gasoline on
the flame-wars. We survived and learned to
prosper. Alicia solved one of our problems when
she bought a new car, and gave the old one to
Sally. Keeping in the spirit of our agreement for
child support, she continued to pay the insurance,
we just had to feed it and maintain it for the
next few years.
The dinner with Peggy and George was --
interesting. Much less stressful than I had
feared, but -- not at all what I might have
expected. I believe that Ralph and Alice were
similarly blindsided. Ah, well. All's well that
ends well.
Sarah and I had met her, I knew her casually from
school. Mostly our relationship with her to this
point was as a friend of George's, from both
sides, hers and ours. We were mutually people
that we met with occasionally and mostly knew as
someone who was around George quite a bit. She
and Sally had seen each other, spoken enough to be
aware of the other's identity, but not interacted
much at all.
She arrived for dinner at the Anderson's around 5.
The girls and I knew she was coming, so had
dressed a bit nicer than normal wear around the
house and had come down to the living room to do
class work instead of working in Sarah's room or
our office (My bedroom -- on paper at least). She
looked at us a bit more intensely than usual,
really looking at us instead of glancing, saying
'Hi' then moving off to other things.
The girls and I were sitting in the love seat, me
in the middle and an arm around a girl on either
side, laptops and books having been set aside at
one end. I acknowledged her discomfort with a wry
smile, "Good evening Peggy. Glad you could come."
"Hi, Sam - Sarah, -- Sally." (a bit uncertainly at
the last)
"Hello Peggy.", Sally replied, a bit timidly.
"George kind of said that you were Sarah's, and
now Sally's, boyfriend.", Peggy said after a long
moment, continuing to look at us.
"It would be most improper to openly acknowledge
such a relationship, given the disparity in our
ages and their youth.", I responded, still with an
arm around each girl, them snuggled tightly
against my ribs.
"I --- see.", she answered after a long moment,
seeming to relax a bit and a bit of a twinkle in
her eyes. "You are quite correct, it would never
do for a pair of ten year olds to be in an open
sexual relationship with a dirty old man like
you."
George walked up to stand beside her and slipped
an arm around her waist. She returned the favor
and gave him a hug with the one arm. Peggy looked
at George with a question in her eyes, correctly
reading it he replied, "As far as I'm concerned",
nodding at us, "it's a win - win deal. I got rid
of a bratty little sister, and got a math tutor in
trade."
He got two stuck out tongues for his efforts from
the girls.
"I think I got much the better of the deal. I got
a wonderful lady, and only have to put up with
attempting to pound math into George
occasionally.", I told her. My hands were held
down where the girls where hugging my arms more
tightly around their waists.
Peggy used the arm she had around George to thump
him in the kidney. "So, when I turn them in for
molesting Sam, I should turn you in at the same
time for selling your sister?"
George pondered for a moment, "You could -- but
then you'd have to visit me in jail to get help
with your geography homework."
Pause -- "True.", she said regretfully. "I suppose
it's not worth it then." Long pause. "In that
case, I guess I'll have to ignore their depraved
behavior."
"Sally could write an original sonnet, praising
your beauty and charm as further bribe. She's
pretty good at it.", I offered.
Peggy blinked. "A sonnet -- cool. You write
sonnets?", she asked Sally.
A shy nod.
"Sounds like an appropriate bribe. Done!", she
stuck out her hand to Sally.
Sally looked at it for a moment, then reached out
her hand to Peggy. Peggy grasped her hand with
both of hers and shook, three brisk shakes.
Flash!
Four tongues stuck out at George, then demands to
see the picture.
Dinner was pleasant. Peggy turned out to be a
nice young lady with a wide range of
interests. She treated my girls as potential
in-laws and peers, rather than like little kids,
especially after she started to learn about their
school.
She was fascinated by the notion that I was a
working school teacher, and the girls were members
of my class along with being, de facto if not de
jure, my wives.
When dinner was finished, the five of us cleaned
up and started the dishwasher. Taking a page from
Alicia's book I suggested that we play Uno for a
while after dinner. Peggy had played before, took
after us with a vengeance and won the first two
games. The four of us ganged up on her for the
last game and she lost -- by a little bit. When
the game was over, she and George went up to his
room. Our sub-family went to our room and back to
class work for me. I was working on a history
paper and didn't pay much attention to what the
girls were doing. Half an hour later, Sally came
over and started rubbing my back. In a few
minutes I came up from what I was doing, spent
another long moment basking in the attention, then
reached around and pulled Sally into my lap,
cuddling her against my chest and rubbing her
back. She snuggled against me for a moment, then
pulled back a little, picked up a paper from my
desk and handed it to me.
One sonnet, in iambic pentameter, about her
possible future sister-in-law. A bit rough,
perhaps, but since as a poet, I'm a very good
network admin, I had little room to
criticize.
Sarah was watching us from behind her computer, I
held out an arm to her and she crawled over to
see. I pulled her into a hug as she read, she
snickered at one point, then gave her co-wife a
thumbs up.
"What should I do now?", Sally asked.
"Well, George and Peggy might not appreciate being
interrupted right now.", I told her. "Why don't
we slip it under George's door, knock gently, then
stand back for a minute and see if they open the
door."
I picked up my phone, brought up the camera and we
went down the hall to George's door. Sally
slipped the sheet of paper under his door, poking
it as far as she could with the ends of her
fingers. She stood, looked at me for a moment. I
gave her a nod, she gave two light raps on he door
then came back the ten feet or so to stand with
Sarah and me.
Silence for a moment, then a thump of feet on the
floor. More silence for most of a full minute,
then the door opened, Peggy still reading the
poem, her hair and blouse a bit disarrayed.
George was standing behind her, his shirt off.
Flash
A rude gesture directed at us from Peggy, her eyes
never lifting from the paper she held in the other
hand.
She raised her eyes to look at us, then at Sally.
"You wrote this from scratch, this evening?"
An anxious nod. "It's not very good yet, one line
doesn't scan quite right, and I'm not sure that
'tawny' is the right word for your hair.", she
fretted.
George moved up to read over Peggy's shoulder.
After a long moment he said, "Considering how long
it might have taken me to write that, *I* think
it's a pretty good approximation of *fantastic*."
"But the third line --", started Sally.
George stepped past Peggy, knelt in front of Sally
and pulled her into a hug. He then held her by
the shoulders at arms length. "You listen to me,
future-sister-in-law.", he scolded her. "You see
flaws, don't think it's perfect, therefore it's no
good. You are probably the only one of the five
of us that can see those flaws and understand why
they are flaws.
How long did you spend writing it."
I had seen at least one of the flaws from the
classic form, but carefully held my tongue.
George was quite correct in principal, and I had
been reading her work and discussing it with Sally
for the last two months.
"Fifteen or twenty minutes I suppose, but I
thought about it quite a lot while we were playing
Uno.", Sally said after a moment.
"Sally --", he said, "You played a credible game
of Uno while composing a sonnet. I couldn't
possibly have composed a similar essay and played
cards decently. In an hour of uninterrupted time
I might have been able to put my thoughts together
enough to write what you said as prose, probably
taking two or three times as many words to do it.
In another half hour I could, perhaps, have
compressed it to fit into that space. With luck,
and a lot of hard work, I might have been able to
force it into sonnet form in a day.
You just hush up, accept our accolades and bask in
them. You are that good."
Sally stood there blushing, she seemed to be torn
between grinning and bursting into tears. Peggy
came to stand beside George, with one hand on his
shoulder. I moved up to stand behind Sally,
putting both hands on her shoulders and giving her
a squeeze.
Sally stood there a moment longer then grabbed
George around the neck and gave him a kiss on the
cheek. "Thank you future-brother-in-law."
"Any chance you could teach me to do that?", Peggy
asked Sally.
Sally hesitated.
"You just grab him around the neck, and press your
lips to his cheek.", I told Peggy. Then at her
look of disgust, "Oh, you meant writing a
sonnet. It's really pretty simple. All you have
to do is write three sonnets per week for a couple
of years. Piece of cake.
Odds are, if you're willing to commit to doing the
work, Sally will agree to tutor you."
At Peggy's raised brow, I continued. "Sally does.
She has a folder on her laptop with a *lot* of
poetry in it. Several she wrote in the last few
weeks, I probably don't want to show you."
Sally blushed crimson.
"But there are at least two or three hundred poems
that she's written in the last year on her
computer. When I found out about them, I made
backups -- it would be a real shame if they got
lost because of a computer crash or something."
"My, my, my.", she mused, then brightly, "Will you
marry me too, Sam so I can claim to be related to
a poet?"
"Nope.", I told her, hugging the girls to me. "My
cup already runneth over, any more would just make
a mess on the floor. Besides I only have two
arms. If you want to marry into the family,
you'll have to make do with George. That'll still
get you most of the bragging rights."
"I suppose.", she said in mock disappointment,
then straightening up and becoming serious for a
moment, she faced Sally and told her. "Thank you
very much Sally. It's a marvelous poem, all mine,
and the first one I ever had written for me." She
made a deep bow to Sally.
After a moment she grinned and said, "Guess I
better get started on him then.", grabbed George,
towed him back into the room and hooked the door
shut with a foot.
My girls stood there with me for a moment then
looked up at me. I shrugged, gathered them and we
returned to our room, thence to bed.
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Next week Peggy showed up with George one evening
for dinner. She got together with Sally after
dinner and read poetry for an hour or so. She
suggested showing some of it to her Lit professor.
Sally refused. She was just a little kid and her
stuff wasn't that good anyway.
I was paying attention, having some notion of how
Sally might react and made an opportunity to talk
with Peggy for a moment.
A few days later Peggy, Alicia and I colluded to
get everyone together for dinner again. Again,
Peggy talked Sally into letting her read some
more.
She read for a while then laughed out loud. She
read another moment then started laughing again.
"The 'Saga of The '09 West March Tourney and Fair'?",
I asked. (An epic poem of a major SCA event, with
weather, using the limerick as the verse form.
273 stanzas if I recalled correctly.
Peggy nodded, continued to read with bursts of
laughter.
"Sally --", she said, "You have to let me show this
to some of my friends. It's hilarious."
Sally again refused, her grandmother spoke up.
"Please do dear, some of your work is quite good?",
she asked gently. "That tale is one of your
better ones, even if it is more fun to read than
it was to live through."
"That was real?", asked Peggy.
"Well -- subject to a bit of artistic license,
it's a fairly accurate description of the week we
spent at the event.
I'm quite sure it was more fun for a ten year old
that was allowed to sit by the fire or in the car
when she got tired and cold than it was for a 60
year old that had duties and couldn't sleep on the
back seat nearly that comfortably. By the time we
came home, I might have traded her for a set of
dry clothes, especially shoes.
That much cheerful was entirely uncalled for."
"Pleeease?", Peggy said to Sally, making big eyes.
"I'd really like to show some of your work to
Dr. Estep. She looks for and collects unpublished
stuff."
"But a college teacher --", protested Sally. "She
wouldn't want to read stuff a little kid wrote."
"Sally --", I said to her, getting a bit
forceful. "Like George said to you, you can see
the flaws where they aren't as good as you would
like them to be -- think that because they aren't
perfect, they are worthless and no one would want
to read them. When you read Shakespeare and others
you are comparing yourself to the very best of the
very best from centuries of writers. What you see
has been filtered and 99.99% discarded -- probably
what you see has been polished by others over the
decades -- not re written, but tweaked to fix the
few flaws that remained after the filtering.
You are very good. No, your work isn't perfect,
you can see flaws. I doubt there is a single
artist that has ever lived that hasn't felt the
same way.
To paraphrase software marketing to fit the
circumstances, it's time to snatch it out of your
clutches and publish.
(The software version -- Time to shoot the
engineers and ship the product.)
Besides, just because you let someone else read a
poem or story, doesn't mean that you can't tweak
it later when you see a better way to say
something.
Please -- I would really like to live with a
published author."
"Come on Sal, he's right you know.", put in Sarah.
"You really think they're good enough?", Sally
asked timidly.
"Not all of them, of course. But far more of them
than we should publish in the first batch.", I
told her.
Sally was still waffling.
"How about we don't tell her that a little kid
wrote it then. If you just sign it 'By Sally
Kowalski', she won't know that you aren't quite
twelve -- and won't care in any case.", I
suggested.
Sally was sitting on my lap at the time. I turned
her to face me. "Please love, let Peggy take some of
them to show. I think they are really that
good.
We might make two portfolios, one with three or
four of the more serious ones, and one with your
epic saga and a couple of other funny or fun
ones."
Sally looked at her grandmother. "What he just
said dear, only louder and stronger. You deserve
to be a published poet. It's time and past."
She looked at her co-wife. "I want to be married
to a poet too.", was Sarah's grinning response.
Sally looked at me for a long moment. "You really
want me to let Peggy take them?", she finally
asked me softly.
I pulled her into a hug. "I really do love. You
need to take the next step and start publishing
your work. You are more than good enough."
"Will you and Peggy help me choose which ones?",
she asked.
"Certainly I will love.", I told her, then looking
over at Peggy, sitting on the edge of her chair
and nearly bouncing her chair. "Let's recruit
George as well. Not sure we should ask Peggy, she
might explode from the excitement."
That got me a rude gesture from Peggy, a laugh
from George and a hug from Sally and Sarah.
After that, Peggy showed up for dinner most weeks,
many weeks more than once. She and George spent
increasingly large amounts of time together.
The seven of us put together a three part portfolio
of Sally's work and Peggy took it to Dr. Estep.
She also took several more copies of the Saga.
The first response was requests for more copies of
the Saga. Then a request for more of her work
from Dr Estep.
A few weeks later, Peggy made an opportunity to
talk to me. Dr. Estep had requested an
opportunity to meet the author. We talked it over
for a bit. I consulted with Alicia, and we
decided it would be most likely to keep Sarah from
freaking if we met in Dr. Estep's office.
Alicia and I talked with Sally and managed to
persuade her. I talked again with Peggy and we
jointly went to Dr. Estep, introduced me as her
math, science and computer teacher, and let her
know that her budding poet was about two months
short of twelve.
As I expected, she blinked, said "Really?" and
told us that she would be expecting us at 6PM day
after tomorrow, the time allowing Alicia to get to
campus after work.
When we arrived, Dr. Estep donned her grandmother
hat and in fifteen minutes, had Sally relaxed
enough to put her professor hat back on and
discuss poetry.
As a limited edition publication of sonnets,
Sally's work did quite well. We distributed
nearly 500 copies, enough of them were sold to
nearly cover the publishing costs.
The limerick saga was much more popular. We set
up a web site, sold epub, pdf and other formats
for $1.99, paper copies for $24 and sold plenty
enough to pay all the bills and contribute a bit
to Sally's college fund. Not even sort of enough
to make a living, but a definitely positive cash
flow, even allowing for website costs. From what
I could tell, it was rather more than remarkable
for a beginning poet to show even a small positive
cash flow.
Far more important to me, Sally saw that her work
was valued and published more of it, mostly on the
web site. Dr. Estep's persuaded her to take a few
of her classes. It was a quite interesting
process to convince university registration that a
twelve year old should be allowed to sign up for a
class for credit, but with my status as an
instructor at Borgman, and Dr. Estep backing us
she got in.
Peggy went home over the summer, but next fall,
she and George got an apartment and he moved out
of his parent's home. They still ate dinner with
us at least once per week, averaging probably two
times.
Peggy remained a prime mover in keeping Sally as a
published author. She kept the web site up to
date and assisted with the necessary bookkeeping
required to run a small business.
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Chapter x
You may have gotten the impression from the tale
so far that our live was content, peaceful and
loving, that everything went perfectly.
"Ha, Ha, Ha."
It was, almost entirely, loving. None of us ever
quite got to the point where we hated the others.
And we managed to keep the fights short, never
more than a few hours of anger at worst. The
three parents helped a lot with keeping things
from getting totally out of hand -- without their
active support and guidance, we probably wouldn't
have managed to cope.
But love and anger are not opposites, closer to
being orthogonal. To get a good mad going, you
have to *care* about what the other person is
doing and saying to you -- and we did, very much.
On occasion, our relationship was quite stormy and
not fun at all. The girls, for all that they were
effectively married to me and genius level
intellect, were kids, on the threshold of puberty
ands taking class loads that were far beyond what
their peers in public school were handling. The
genius part along with the mentoring they were
getting in school reduced the load to a
significant degree, but it was still stressful.
They were expected to perform at levels far beyond
what they had been doing a year ago, by parents,
teachers and most of all themselves. The stress
was significant.
I was older and also a genius, but still
a testosterone loaded youthful male. And handling
a class load that was, adjusted for age and
background, greater than what they were doing
along with my part of trying to be a good husband
in a three way marriage.
It helped a great deal that we were all three
'Hornier than a three balled tomcat.' It's harder
to keep a real good mad on when you have a hard on
, or a wet on competing with it. The girls started
our their sex lives well before puberty. This was
probably as well for me because it allowed me to
be in shape when they hit puberty for serious and
their hormones kicked in to reinforce their
instincts.
If we had tried the traditional joke about adding
a penny to a jar every time we made love the first
year, it would have required a *BIG* jar. It
would have taken well over a year to empty it
after, but a small fraction of our lifetime. I
once calculated that it would probably have run
dry somewhere mid fourth year of our family -- one
year to fill it, somewhere around 2-1/2 to empty
it again.
The girls started college classes for serious
during their fourteenth years, on the other hand I
allowed myself to be persuaded to teach three
classes at Borgman and wound up taking much of the
fifth year to complete my bachelor's. I moved
straight into a masters.
Sarah became an accomplished programmer. By her
fifteenth year, she became involved in programming
for mesh networks, short range peer to peer
wireless networks between computers and phones --
a replacement for cell towers and providers. By
the time she was 30, she was one of the wizards in
the area, she and her ilk had pretty well put the
big cell companies out of business as telephone
carriers. They remained as high capacity back haul
providers and a version of DNS had replaced the
phone number system.
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Afterword: 'The Story of Mel', has no intrinsic
importance to this tale, I used it as a way to try
to tell you (and Sam's mother) about what kind of
people Sam and Sarah are. That Sam thought enough
of the work and his lover to share it with her,
and Sarah both understood and appreciated it.
Admittedly, Sarah may well have liked it because
her guy liked it and was willing to read it to her
as an indulgence for a sick, cranky kid -- but the
Sarah I'm attempting to make real for you would
have come back to it over the years, getting more
out of it each time she read it.
In part, I enjoy the story and appreciate it from
both the side of Mel, and the guy that had to
follow him. For those of you that read it and
enjoyed it, I suggest that you read more of the
Jargon file and some of ESR's essays on that site.
You might find a calling. Or at least be
entertained.
There will be more to the story, it just seems as
if it is time to post what I have here. It seems
to be going well -- I will probably have a few
thousand more words by this time next week.
MrJenkins