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 Title: Reaching Out Ch.  02


Summary: Dana hid herself away.
Keywords: inc,fic



   "James, I'm scared to.  I want to, but I'm scared.  I know it will hurt,
but that doesn't scare me.  I'm scared because there will be no way to go
back." She whispered.  Her mouth was resting close enough to his neck that
her lips brushed his skin as they moved.  Her words were hardly louder than
a soft breath, but with her mouth just under the lobe of his ear they
didn't have to be anything more.

   "I know.  I'm a little nervous about it myself.  I want to.  I want to a
lot.  But it's, I don't know, it still feels forbidden, I guess." He said,
feeling like he was wording it poorly but unable to do better.

   Dana ran her hand down the other side of his neck.  Her fingertips were
as barely-brushing as her lips had been.  It made his skin tingle, that
ultra-light friction that was mainly picked up by the tiny hairs, and only
partly by the skin itself.  It was almost a tickle, almost a tease.

   James let his hands rub across Dana's back.  He knew she liked her back
rubbed.  Every time he did it he felt the muscles there loosen and her
breathing eased a bit, if they weren't exciting themselves.  He closed his
eyes and concentrated on her.  Her breathing, the sound from above him and
how it slightly vibrated his chest where she lay.  He focused on her touch;
most of her body, and yet narrowed to a purpose at her fingers and lips on
his neck, so small.  He could smell the remnants of shampoo and some kind
of body wash, but it was almost lost in the much fresher, wilder scents of
their sweat and her orgasm.  He could not tell which sweat was whose, but
he knew he would in time.  He wanted to learn how to observe the way Dana
did.  He wanted to see the world the way she did.  That way he could better
help her to understand that world and live within it.

   James turned his head and kissed her, wanting to taste her lips, her
tongue, her mouth.  She did not object.  His hands stopped rubbing in slow
circles and centered on the small of her back.  She smiled into his mouth,
and kissed him back harder.  She sat up a little and centered over him
again, her hips pressing down.  James sat up slowly, and gently lifted her
leg.  She looked at him, an eyebrow cocked slightly, her lips a little
tight.

   "Trust me.  You'll like this." He answered with a grin.  She trusted
him. He guided her onto her back and ran his hands gently up and down her
legs, just following the curves and surfaces as he did.  He began humming
an aimless little tune.  Nothing so much as a melody, even, just notes
without pattern, very quiet.  His hands ran along her thighs and across her
stomach.  Dana had her eyes closed and was breathing slow and deep.  He
smiled.  His fingers trailed to the waistband of her panties and pulled
down gently.  She made a small whimpering sound in the back of her throat,
the tendons in her neck tightened a bit, and her brow furrowed just a tad,
but she lifted her hips.

   James pulled them away slowly, easing them down her thighs and calves
very deliberately.  When they left her feet, Dana lay before him completely
naked for the first time.  He thought it was an image he would never
forget. She let her legs spread a little, her head turning to the side, and
she looked tense.  James knew what she was worried about.  He let his hands
slide up to her knees and pushed them together a bit.  Not completely, but
a bit.  She relaxed a little and opened her eyes.  She watched his hands
carefully.

   "I would like to use my mouth, if you would like that." James said
quietly.  Dana was quiet a moment, her eyes still on his hands.  When she
looked up to his face her eyes were a little wider.

   "Your mouth.  I don't.  Yes.  Yes I would like that." She said.  She
stuttered and her eyes bounced back and forth between his hands and face.
Her voice was terrified and excited.  Her while body was tense.

   "Are you sure?  I can't tell for sure right now.  You look more scared
than anything.  I don't want to do anything you don't want to." He said. 
He took her hand as he said it, letting his thumb rub across her knuckles.
To her it seemed like an oddly disjointed, brotherly gesture to make while
his other hand was on her bare thigh inches away from her slit and he was
asking if she wanted him to lick her.  She smiled at the thought and calmed
a little.

   "Yes.  I'm scared.  I'm nervous.  A lot.  But I want you to.  Please? 
Please lick me James?" She said.  She was smiling, and was keeping eye
contact.  Her voice at the end was light and open.  He was happy to see it,
and happy to hear her speaking playfully, more than just conveying
information as she usually did.  He nodded and let his hands wander to her
inner thighs, easing her legs back open.  She was more relaxed as her knees
parted this time.  She watched as his hands ran along her thighs, getting
closer to her slit with each pass up.  He let his right hand stop at the
top of her thigh, not quite touching her lip.  His left went up to her
stomach and eased back down.  He ran his palm slowly over her slit,
touching her as lightly as he could, as she had done to his neck earlier.
He smiled as she shuddered.  He started humming again, almost silent.  Dana
could only hear it on the higher notes when they came.  All the while his
face was inching lower and lower, closer and closer.  His hands kept up
their light, tingling dance.  Dana's breathing was just starting to speed
up when she felt a puff of warm air across her clit.  She closed her eyes
and waited, concentrating on the sensations.

   Another puff of air and suddenly she could feel the tune he was humming.
She twitched, her hips jumping a little to the side and her breath catching
sharply as his lips pressed against the top of her slit.  They were
vibrating evenly as he hummed.  She could feel the different notes as
different patterns of vibrations.  It was amazing.  She shuddered again as
he began to move up and down, his lips kissing here and there.  Her
breathing went a little jagged, uneven, when his tongue ran out and parted
her lips.

   "James." She whispered.  He could hear the waver in her throat, probably
from how her body was trembling.  It was a slight tremor, but there. 
"James.  Please." Her breathing had grown far more jagged.  He felt her
pulse in her thigh under his hand, too fast.  Her voice was weak, and he
realized what had happened.  Her pleasure had turned to fear.  Even here,
even in this.  He immediately stopped and moved up to sit next to her,
pulling her up to wrap his arms around her.  She clung tightly to him and
they sat that way for a while, both of them paying careful attention to her
body.

   James listened, felt, and saw many minute signals, indications.  He
observed piece by piece as her body and mind calmed.

   "I'm sorry, James.  It was too much.  It was wonderful, I was enjoying
it, and then, I don't know.  I just started to feel afraid.  Like I was
doing something that was off.  Like walking outside without a shirt.  It
felt like that.  Like I had to stop and fix it before someone found out. 
I'm so sorry." She was close to tears; her face was buried in the side of
his neck.  He could feel the heat coming from her cheeks and forehead.

   "You don't have to apologize, Dana.  I don't want to do anything you
don't want to do.  If that means we stop doing something, then we stop
doing it.  No judgment.  I don't want to do anything that scares you.  If
you would rather we slow down, then we slow down.  Okay?" James was almost
whispering, his hands making slow circles on her back, and he was rocking
back and forth just a bit.  It was all rather soothing.

   "Okay.  I know I'm making too much out of nothing.  People do this every
day.  I hate myself when I'm afraid." She said.  He could barely hear her,
but he held tighter when she said it.

   "What we are doing is not something that people do every day.  It's a
fair bit different for us, you know.  And I know your fear frustrates you,
but please don't hate yourself.  Please."

   Dana moved a hand up to the back of James' head, and let her finger tips
draw a small ovoid shape that started at the top of his spine and spread up
to the center of the whirl of his hair on the back of his head.

   "This is where the fear starts.  It spreads everywhere from there. 
That's where it comes from.  I don't know why." Dana whispered.  James was
a little surprised by this statement, but nodded slightly, acknowledging
it.

   "How can you tell where fear comes from?" He asked after a while.

   "I feel it all the time.  I can't help but learn about it.  Someday I
will learn why it starts there.  I looked in a lot of books and websites
about the brain.  They don't know where fear starts.  But I do." She
explained.  Her last words were said with a sad pride.

   "I want to help you learn to set fear aside.  You have learned how to
live with fear.  How to move around it.  I want to help you learn how to
live without it.  To move through it." James said quietly.

   "I would like that." She answered.  Her fingertips were still tracing
the light outline on the back of his head.  He felt her finger trail
higher, to the top of his head, right in the middle.

   "This is where nervous tension starts." She whispered.  Before James
could answer she released him and began to get dressed.  After a moment,
James followed suit.  He wondered how they were going to spend the rest of
the day.

   --

   James stepped out of the shower and grabbed his towel.  Dana had already
showered.  He put on clean clothes and opened the door.  When he turned to
the living room, he saw Dana standing up from the couch.  She had changed
her clothes again.  After her shower she had stepped out of the bathroom in
a simple sundress.  Now she was wearing a button down blouse and slate grey
slacks.  Her hair was pulled back into a tight, smooth ponytail, except for
a thick lock of hair on either side of her face that framed her nicely
until she turned her head.  When she turned, the hair hid her face quite
well.  She looked at his hands, a slight smile playing on her lips.

   "Mom called while you were in there.  I need to go into the shop.  The
guy she has been talking to about knife sheath things is going to be there
soon.  He wanted to talk to Mom and me about working out a deal." She said.
She sounded jittery, and he could understand why.  She would probably have
to talk to this guy, and she would be terrified.  But she wouldn't be able
to run or anything without risking blowing the deal for mom.

   "Well, that's good for the business, but are you going to be able to do
this?" He asked quietly.

   "I don't know.  I was hoping, I thought maybe.  Do you think?" She was
stammering, and her cheeks were brick red.

   "Yes Dana, I'll go with you." He said gently.  She smiled wide and
hugged him tight.

   "Thank you." She whispered in his ear.

   Ten minutes later they were in James' car and on their way.  James had
put on a nice polo.  Dana had asked James to drive, as her nerves were far
too jumpy for her to drive her little car.  James was fine with that.  He
was just over six feet tall and did not fit well in Dana's little Hyundai.
Dana tried to explain what the guy was wanting from them as they went.

   "He designs, makes, and sells knives and swords and stuff like that.  We
design handmade leather goods.  So he wanted to know if we could work out a
deal where he would make a knife or whatever, send us a scale outline of
the design, and we make a sheath thingy custom fit for it, with each one
covered in original artwork.  He said sometimes he may ask for certain
designs or initials if the piece was a commission, but that should be fine.
But Mom wants me to be there because I will be doing the artwork.  So I'll
have to talk about it.  And I feel like I'm going to throw up." She said.
He punched the little button on his door console to roll her window down
real quick.

   "Just concentrate on breathing right now, okay?  Slow, even breaths. 
Gentle in, gentle out.  Let your mind empty, just think about the sensation
of the air filling your lungs and emptying." He said, his voice as even and
smooth as he could make it.  He spoke in a slightly deeper voice than he
usually did, knowing it would help to calm her.  His words were slow and
relaxed.  He could hear her breathing regulating as he spoke in his quiet,
low voice.  When she was calmer, she opened her eyes again and reached over
to take his hand.

   "Thank you." She said, squeezing his hand.

   They pulled up to the shop and got out.  Dana fussed over her blouse and
slacks, picking and straightening, until James put his hands over hers and
told her she looked fine.  They went in.

   Mom was just coming up to the front.  There were no customers in the
shop, and it was peacefully quiet.

   "Hello James, I didn't know you were coming as well." Mom said.

   "Just here for moral support." He said with a smile.

   "I asked him to come.  I hope that's alright." Dana said quietly.

   "Yes, it's alright.  I don't see why not.  Now, he should be here any
minute.  I wanted to have a few things laid out..."

   They went over the set-up mom wanted and got everything ready.  It did
not take very long to arrange the samples she had in mind.  She wanted Dana
behind the workbench where she tooled the leather, figuring it would be the
most comfortable for her.  James brought over a small stool and set it next
to Dana's so he could sit with her.  Mom would be at the long bench next to
the workbench.

   While mom told Dana everything she needed to know, Dana stood next to
her, staring at the bench and nodding.  James looked around Dana's work
space.  It was rather cozy.  The bench itself dominated the area; easily
ten feet long, and sitting almost chest high.  The top was a gigantic slab
of stone with a thick layer of oak bolted to the top.  It had a couple
clamps and vises around the edges, and a ruler carved along the worker's
edge.  He saw several depressions carved on either end, and each held a few
tools, mostly assorted knives.  Hung low over the bench was a long
soft-light lamp that gave a mellow, even glow across the bench.  To the
left, on the wall, was a triple rack of wooden cups.  Ten to a row.  Each
was almost six inches deep, held in place by small metal bars.  Each cup
held a dozen or so tools.  Each tool was a slim metal rod that had a small
shape at the end; a crescent, a line, a circle, hash lines, many, many
different little shapes.  Each cup had its own type of tools.  Hard angles
in this cup, soft angles in this one, sets of lines in that one, and so on.
All the many shapes Dana used to create the large, intricate designs on the
leather.  On the back wall, behind her stool, was a small peg board.  She
had four different hammers hanging, and what looked like a small assortment
of chisels hanging from holes in their handles on hooks.  He ran his
fingers over one of the hammers.  It looked different than the others.  The
handle was wood, like the others, but the head was different.  Not metal,
not wood.  When he touched it and looked closer he saw it was a tightly
coiled and bound bundle of rawhide, cured hard.  He smiled faintly at the
thought of using leather to shape leather.

   "That's my favorite mallet.  It never hurts my hand.  I trust it." Dana
whispered in his ear.  James started and turned to her with a little smile.
He had not noticed that Dana and mom had finished.

   "It's neat.  I would never have thought to use leather to make a
hammer." He said, his finger running along the face of it again before
dropping.

   "Mallet.  That metal one is a hammer.  A hammer drives, a mallet pushes.
I don't like the hammer.  A mallet is nicer." She said.  James was watching
her closely.  She was letting her eyes roam across her tools as she
explained, and he could see and hear the emotions each tool brought flit
across her features and voice as she spoke.  When she finished, she looked
down a little.

   "The tools are simple.  The tools cannot judge.  The tools cannot be
anything but safe." She said.  Her voice was low and slightly strained. 
James looked up when he saw a slight movement.  Mom was standing on the
other side of the workbench.

   "The tools are neural, then?" James asked quietly, keeping his eyes
locked on his mother's, trying to keep her silent through force of will,
hoping she would and just let Dana speak.

   "Yes.  The tools can't think, they can't criticize, all they can do is
what my hands make them do.  When I set them aside, they can only wait to
be used again.  They are safe.  They don't think about how I use them or
how I don't use them.  Not like people." She said.  James watched her
carefully, waiting for more.  Dana twitched her head to the side a bit, and
James knew she had noticed their mom.  Probably heard her breathing in the
quiet.

   "Okay.  Thank you for explaining the hammer and mallet thing.  I thought
they were all hammers." James said, his voice light and pleasant, trying to
lighten the mood.  Mom looked like she about to speak when the front door
opened.

   --

   James sat on his stool, quiet, out of the way, while mom talked.  James
and Dana both just watched while she haggled and negotiated with the man
like an old pro.  They weren't even talking real numbers yet and she was
already feeling out what kind of rates she could expect for specialty
commissions.  Soon, though, he began asking about the design work.  He knew
that the structural design was mom's area, but the tooling and decorative
design was Dana's.

   James had placed his stool close enough to the workbench that when Dana
stood next to it he could slip his hand into hers without mom or the client
seeing.  Aside from its design, the bench was on a small riser to begin
with.  Dana and James were looking down on mom and the client.

   As soon as he turned to Dana, James took her hand, and she smiled a
little.  She spoke softly, and was still clearly shy, but she did not
stutter, and she did not panic.  She was able to explain all the types of
artwork she could put to leather, and how long most of them took for the
most part.  Thankfully, the client was a kind, quiet man and was content
with her short and simple explanations.  She was nowhere near as verbose as
she was when she spoke to James.  With this man, it was back to just the
pertinent information.  But she was doing better about conveying it.  James
knew that part of that was his presence, but he thought that if he wasn't
here, she would have done better than she would have before he started
talking to her.

   It was only about a half hour later that the man said that he would be
happy to work with "two ladies that clearly know what they're doing." He
said he had trouble before with getting sheaths made and thought that this
would work well.  Mom and the client went to mom's office to go over the
actual numbers, so James and Dana said their goodbyes and headed home.  As
soon as they were in the car, Dana took James' hand again.

   "I couldn't have done that without you." She said.

   "I think you could have." He replied.  She watched him a moment and
decided he really thought so.  She was quiet a moment before speaking
again. "Did mom hear me talking about the tools?  She did." Dana answered
her own question as soon as she saw his face after asking it.  "Now she
probably thinks I'm crazy.  Talking about tools like they are people." She
said, staring down at her lap.

   "I don't think she thinks you're crazy.  She didn't seem to think that
when you said it.  She didn't look at you any differently after you said
it. I think she just got to hear a little bit of how you feel.  It might
help her to understand why you are afraid sometimes." He said, squeezing
her hand and running the ball of his thumb across her knuckles.  She didn't
answer, but her pulse slowed in her palm and her breathing was back to
normal.  He thought she was calmer.  He didn't even realize anymore that he
did not have to look at her to know how she was feeling.  He wasn't
thinking about how much his perception of a person's demeanor had opened in
the last few days.  His attention was almost entirely swallowed by his
concerns for Dana.  He didn't know how he was going to leave when the day
to go back to his place came.

   He wondered how he had never thought about Dana's shyness as anything
but that, and even when he did think of it as sociophobia, that was as deep
as the thought went.  Just 'well, it appears to me she's afraid of any kind
of social setting or interaction' and didn't worry about how it might
affect her future.  He thought he must have been pretty oblivious.  That or
heartless.  He had always loved his sister, of course, and did not want to
see her in pain or anything, but to think that something that big was going
on and to shrug it off and go on with his life, well, he did not understand
how he had done it.  It felt cruel now.  Now that he knew that she needed
someone to talk to so badly.

   They arrived and went into the house.  James went to the kitchen to get
some water, Dana went to the stairs.  James stood at the sink, thinking. 
He knew mom and dad would talk to Dana if they could, but they were
parents. It was their job, their responsibility to judge and monitor.  Dana
could not talk to them with any kind of comfort.  He was her big brother,
on the other hand.  It was his job to protect her, and to teach her without
condescension.  He felt like he had fucked that up pretty good over the
last five or six years by not talking to her more when she might have been
more receptive to the idea of change.

   With a sigh and a feeling of lingering guilt he went to the living room.
Dana called his name softly form the railing of the hallway above him.  He
looked up, and saw she had changed into sweatpants and a t-shirt.

   "James?  I would like to talk, if it's okay."

   "Of course." He answered, and started up the stairs.

   They sat on her bed as usual.  Dana rested her head on his shoulder.  He
wrapped his arm around her and let his hand rest on her hip where she liked
it.  He could hear and feel that she was calm.  She did not seem worried or
anxious, which was good.  Dana could tell that James was nervous about
something, but outwardly calm for the most part.  His body was all calm and
mellow except his heart.  His pulse was a little fast.  They just sat for a
bit in the near silence, listening to and feeling the body rhythms of each
other.

   "I'll never understand your world." Dana said softly.  She did not sound
sad, or unhappy about it, just a little bemused.

   "You may in time.  I think you might.  It won't be easy, but you are
smart.  You can learn." He answered.  Dana straddled his lap and held him
tight, her face hidden in the crook of his neck, where she liked it. 
James' hands made their slow circles across her back.

   "The only thing I want from your world is you.  Everything else is just
stuff.  Just stuff I don't really need." She said, kissing his neck between
sentences.

   "I'll help you." It was all James could think to say.

   --

   After dinner Dana went to draw, hoping to get some ideas on paper for
the new work they would soon be getting in the shop.  James hopped on his
computer while mom and dad went for a walk in the cool evening air.

   James checked on the websites with Dana's work.  Nothing but praise.  He
smiled and went to a few other sites that he had in mind.  He read various
articles for almost an hour.  He didn't realize how long he was reading
until mom and dad came back in.

   "You haven't moved since we left." Dad said, a little surprised.  James
wasn't typically the kind of guy to sit around on a computer all day.

   "Yeah, just trying to do a little research." James said with a shrug.

   "Research into what?" Mom asked.

   "Sociophobia." James said.  He looked calm on the outside, to his
parents.  He was watching them carefully, though.  His mother had gone
round and round with the doctors over sociophobia and Avoidant Personality
Disorder.  He knew that she was still a little sensitive about it.

   "Now, I thought we had settled that already.  The doctor said that it
wasn't that, or any of the others." Mom said.  Her body was tensing up; her
voice was a bit tight, her eyes narrowed, leaning forward just a hair,
ready to aggressively make her point.  James could read all these
indicators now that he was starting to see the world the way Dana did.

   "Yes, I know.  I'm not saying she has it, I'm obviously not a doctor. 
But her anxiety is a lot like it, so I figured learning about it couldn't
hurt if I am going to help her overcome it.  Does that sound reasonable?"
He said, calm, his voice rhythm smooth and even, his body relaxed, leaning
back a bit on the couch.  He was trying to put his mom at ease, whether she
picked up on the signals or not.

   "I guess so, but don't call it that.  She's just shy.  She's not crazy.
She doesn't have a disorder or a syndrome or anything like that." She said.
She was still defensive and her hackles were still up a bit, but she was
calming a little.

   James went to talk to Dana before bed.  He knocked on the door lightly
and she called him in.  She was sitting on her bed, the sketchpad on her
lap, the pencil sticking out of her fingers.  She looked up to him and
smiled, meeting his eyes.  She turned a little red in the cheeks, but she
held his gaze as he walked over to her.  He felt that this was quite an
accomplishment.  He sat down and hugged her tight, his lips finding hers
and kissing lightly.

   "Hello." James whispered.

   "Hello." Dana answered.  She kissed him again and started to swing her
leg up when she froze.  She sat down quickly and whispered 'mom.' James
heard the footsteps as they came up to the door.  There was a light knock
and James called her in.

   "Sorry to interrupt." She started.  She looked a little stiff,
diffident. "I just want to apologize for getting a little angry earlier,
James.  You were, right, of course.  I was just having a kind of knee-jerk
reaction.  Well, your father and I are going to call it a night.  We'll see
you two in the morning." Mom said.

   James and Dana said goodnight and James explained what mom had meant. 
Dana thought it was a good idea as well.  She knew that what she felt, and
if it wasn't a phobia, it was damned close.  They talked for a little while
about it, mostly about the articles that James had read and the general
consensus that they all reached.  She did not have the profuse sweating and
only trembled rarely, but nausea, speaking difficulties, and blushing were
all painfully obvious.  She thought that what James was doing to help her,
the talking, holding her hand for support in light social situations, and
the judgment free intimacy was functioning as a powerful behavioral
modification therapy.

   Dana swung her leg over him, holding tight.  Smiling now that she had a
chance to sit in the fashion she so enjoyed.  She pecked and nibbled idly
at his neck.

   "Will you stay here in my room tonight?" She asked, her breath tickling
the short hairs on his neck, her lips brushing ever so lightly over his
skin.  He could feel her pulse had quickened slightly, and she was a little
tense, but he did not think it was fear, because she was putting a bit of
extra pressure into his back from her fingertips.

   "Only if you want me to." He answered.

   "I want you to.  Please stay with me tonight." She said, and kissed his
neck again.

   James had to get changed for bed and go shut down his computer; he
realized that he had left it running when he came up.  He had planned on a
quick conversation then back down to read some more.  So much for that
plan. Once he was in the living room he shut down the lap top and closed
it. He heard a foot step behind him in the dark.  The street light had not
come on yet, but the sun was down, and the room was very dark.  He stared
into the inky room for a while, trying to pick apart what shadows were
what. After what seemed like a very long time he heard his mother's voice.

   "Do you usually get dressed for bed in the dark?" she sounded a little
amused.

   "Yeah, I didn't think it would be this dark when I shut the computer
down.  I should be alright though.  I don't think I will bump into
anything. Do you need a light?" He asked.

   "No, honey.  I can see well enough." She said, almost chuckling.  He
remembered the first thing that Dana had told him under the no judgment
umbrella.  Dana and mom both liked the dark.  James heard his mom's
footsteps, even and sure, going to the stairs and up without hesitation. 
He knew he was going to have to feel around a bit to find the stairs before
he could climb them.  He didn't know why the ladies in his family had such
night sight, but he sure did envy them for it.  He changed, feeling through
his suitcase for his sweats and a t-shirt.  He wondered if he should wait
before going up.  His mom had just gone up a couple minutes ago, and she
didn't sound very sleepy.  If he clunked or tripped he would make his
presence very apparent.  He could just say they were talking before bed,
but he would rather avoid the situation all together and get into Dana's
room quietly and unnoticed.  He decided to wait a minute or two.  He went
to kitchen for some water, and then the bathroom.  When he came out he
figured that should be enough time.

   He made his slow way across the living room, trying to keep from banging
into anything too hard.  He moved everything slowly to reduce the sound of
any impact.  He found the stairs and started up, stepping carefully to
remain silent.  He felt a hand cover his on the railing, and he froze.

   "James, stay quiet." Dana said from the dark.  James had not even heard
her door creak or anything.  Her light was off, so there had been no
illumination, and Dana had already shown many times that she could move
about the house silently.

   With his heart trying to slow again and climb back down from his throat,
James began moving.  He gained the top of the stairs and started down the
hall, Dana holding his hand.  He thought that they had reached her door,
but she kept walking straight.  A few steps further and he knew that they
had passed her door.  He was wondering where she was taking him when he
heard it.

   A low moan.  The hushed squeak of bedsprings.  Whispered conversation.
Dana walked down to the door to the master bedroom.  James stood next to
her, listening intently.  His mom was clearly enjoying whatever it was his
dad was doing to her beyond the door.

   Dana pulled James' hand around her waist, and he stepped behind her. 
They stood in front of the door, both listening, with his quickly swelling
dick pressing against her ass.  James tried to pick out the conversation,
but could only hear his mother.

   "No, like you did before.  Yes, yes like that." She said, her words
faint.  "Yes, harder." She was panting.  James could hardly believe his
ears.  He felt Dana's heart beating very quickly, like his own.  He also
felt a slight movement in her arms.  He flowed one down to her hand and
found her rubbing her clit slowly.  He slid his fingers in next to hers,
and she pulled his hand down a little, her hand resting on his as he took
over rubbing her.

   "Please.  Please." Their mother was saying, her words coming a little
louder now, and easy to hear.  James was a bit stunned to be hearing his
mother like this, so obviously lustful, and wondered what the two of them
were doing in there.

   "Harder, harder damn it." She grunted.  After that she started to moan
louder and faster.  James sped up his pace on Dana's clit to match.  The
hand that was not riding on his came up and caught his neck, pulling him
closer.  She was breathing a little heavier.  Their mother was almost
crying out, her moans loud enough that James thought he would have heard it
from Dana's room easily.  Probably from the living room or kitchen as well.
They heard two loud groans then silence.  Dana took James' hand and led him
back down the hall.  Just after she closed her door without a sound James
heard the faint click of his parents' door opening and closing.  Dana
clicked the lamp on after the footsteps walked past, reaching the stairs.

   "Holy shit." James said in a low voice.  His face was flushed and he was
still breathing a little quickly.  Dana was blushing madly, but she had
caught her breath at least.

   "Do you always listen when they get, uh, intimate?" James asked.

   Dana looked down at hands and nodded slightly, her blush deepening.

   "I can't help it.  It just turns me on so much.  Hearing mom and dad get
together.  It drives me nuts.  I always listen.  I have watched twice. 
Those were good." She said.  Her voice was quiet and hesitant, but James
could hear the excitement in it.  She was still turned on.  Very much so.
They heard the footsteps come back up the hall.  They stopped and looked at
the door together, waiting.  The footsteps paused for only a second before
continuing on.  When they heard the click of the door they turned to each
other.

   Dana immediately took her spot straddling James lap, and he held her
tight.  She kissed him hungrily, holding his face to hers, her hips slowly
rocking back and forth.  eJames slid his hands under the waistband of her
sweatpants and panties to get his hands directly on her ass.  She was
breathing a bit heavier, as was he.  She felt his pulse, his body heat, the
tension in his muscles, every inch of his flesh that was touching her,
everything.  She moved her head down to his neck, burying her face, and
whispered to him.

   "I want to try again sometime.  Maybe not tonight, but sometime."

   "Whenever you want, you just let me know." He answered.

   Dana climbed off of James slowly, and stood in front of him, her head
cocked to the side just a bit, looking down at him.  She pulled her shirt
off slowly, and let it fall to the floor, followed by her bra.  She tilted
her head to the other side, regarding his face carefully as she slid her
sweatpants down far enough for them to slip down to her ankles on their
own. She stepped out of them, towards James.  He was looking at her,
openly, letting his eyes take in her every curve, unashamed.  She pushed
down her panties and stood before him naked, her head still tilted.

   "Am I someone you would want?" She asked quietly.  Her voice was calm,
her body relaxed, but her eyes were intense and focused.  James smiled wide
and put his hands on her hips.

   "You are the only person I want.  If I had realized what I had right
here earlier, I would never have wasted my time on the women before you.  I
would have been with you as soon as I figured it out."

   Dana smiled a bit at that and looked down, breaking that hard gaze that
he was coming to like.  She took his hands and pulled him to his feet. 
When he was standing, she undressed him, slowly, as she had undressed
herself, but she let her hands trail across his body as she did.  He still
did not know what she saw that was so nice about his body, but she smiled
as her hands wandered, their feather-light touch following what contours
there were.

   When she pulled his boxers down, his dick popped up, hard and ready. 
She looked at it a bit, head tilted again, and touched his head.  He felt
her finger tip, barely grazing the sensitive skin.  She let her fingers
glide from the base of his shaft to his tip, smiling as she did.  She like
the bumpy feeling of the vein that squiggled across the top.  She looked up
to his face and blushed, feeling like had been caught doing something she
wasn't supposed to.

   "You can touch it any way you want, Dana.  No judgment."

   "I like how it feels.  It will hurt, though.  It will stretch me." She
said, looking back down to his dick, letting her hand wrap around it
lightly.  Her thumb and middle finger just barely touched.

   "It hurts the first time for every woman, but I will be as gentle as I
can.  I promise." He said quietly, knowing she was right.

   "I know you will.  I'm not afraid of that.  I'm afraid of the act
altogether, but not of what you will do.  I don't know if that makes
sense." She said, still toying idly with his dick, letting her fingers move
along it, grab it, stroke it, tickle it.

   "I think it does." He answered.

   Dana sat on the edge of the bed and put her hands on James' hips.  He
saw her cheeks turn deep, deep red as she stared at his cock.

   "James?  Can I taste it?  I just want to know how it tastes." She said
in a breathless whisper.  She sounded horribly afraid, but very excited, as
well.  He smiled and nodded.

   "Of course.  However you want." He said.

   Dana Leaned forward and studied his dick for a moment, her eyes
travelling up and down its length.  She ran her tongue out and lightly
licked the underside of his head, catching the small bead of pre-cum that
had built up.  She sat back a little, smiling.

   "Hmm.  Not like I expected." She said, sounding like she was talking
more to herself than to him.  She leaned forward and licked again, this
time a little more, with a little more pressure.  She sat back and giggled,
looking like an innocent girl, despite the circumstances.

   "I like that.  You taste good, James.  You taste strong and a little
salty, a little sour, but not much.  It's nice.  I like it." She said,
looking up at him and smiling a bit before turning and crawling under the
blankets.  James slid in next to her and turned off the lamp, leaving them
in darkness.  He pulled Dana close and held her tight as they drifted of,
his hand on her breast, her hand on his hip.

   --

   James woke to the just rising sun.  Dana was facing him in his arms,
watching him.  When his eyes opened she smiled.

   "Good morning." He said quietly.

   "Good morning." She answered.

   James got out of bed and dressed.  Dana watched him from the bed,
enjoying the sight of his body, but a little sad that he had to go
downstairs to keep it from appearing that he was spending his nights with
her.  When he was dressed he leaned over and kissed her, a lingering,
gentle kiss.  Her hands went to the back of his neck, holding him close. 
She did not want to let go.

   "I'll see you soon." He whispered, his lips tickling her ear.

   "Yes.  I know.  But I want to keep holding you.  It makes me feel good."
She replied.  Her voice was a melancholy mix of sadness, loss, and
happiness.  Her body was relaxed, none of her muscles tensed at all; James
had not seen her this relaxed any time other than when it was just them
together.  It felt special.  James gave her another quick kiss and went
down stairs.

   --

   After everyone had gone off to work, James picked up his laptop and
started cruising around, not really looking for anything in particular,
just typing random words into search engines to see what kind of weird
stuff popped up.  It was something he did when bored at work sometimes.  It
usually ended in funny or pornographic results.  One of the results that
popped up after a few tries made him stop.  It was the website for the
accounting firm he worked for.  He frowned and looked again at the tag
under the link.  It said there was a work from home option.

   "If I'd known that I wouldn't have moved two cities away, I'd just..."
He trailed off as the implications of that thought hit him.  He would not
have moved.  He would be here, in this town.  Near Dana, able to visit her
and have her over to visit him (even better) whenever they wanted.  He
clicked the link and started looking through the website.  He scoured every
page, especially the ones concerning the work from home information.  It
appeared that they were willing to be flexible for employees with a
reliable internet connection and computer, who had at least a year of
experience in the field, if not the firm.  James sat back, just staring at
the screen.  His mind was running in overdrive.  He knew what he was going
to do.  It had to work.  It had to.  He would make it work.

   --

   Dana walked into the house expecting to see James, but he was nowhere to
be found.  When she went to her room she found a small note.  'Dana, be
back soon.  I think I found a way.  I think it will work.  Love, J' His
handwriting was still the jagged mess that looked like a hyperactive five
year old sneezing with a pen in his hand, but she could read it.  She
wondered what he had discovered.  She was almost certain he was talking
about them being together, she hoped he was talking about that.  She
changed into clean clothes and went to the kitchen.  Mom was going to fix
roast beef for dinner, and Dana was going to get it going since she was
home in the middle of the day.  She had just set it to go when she heard
the front door.  She went to the living room and saw James.  He was smiling
and his body was almost twitching with excitement.  His face lit up when he
saw her.  He rushed over to her and swept her into his arms, spinning her
around like a damsel in an old movie.

   "I think I've got it worked out.  I won't know for sure for a couple
weeks, but I am pretty sure it will go through." He said, his smile wider
than ever.

   "James, please tell me what is going on.  I like seeing you happy, but I
would like to know why you are happy." She said.  She was smiling, but
blushing and looking at his chest.  His excitement seemed to make her feel
a bit more shy, a bit more introverted.  He forced himself to calm down a
little.  It wasn't easy, but he managed it.

   "I talked to my manager today, and drove over to the office to fill out
the forms.  But the point is, I filed a request to work from home.  If it
goes through, I can work from where ever I live.  Even if where I live is
here, in this town." He said, his voice mostly even.  Dana could hear a
slight waver to it that she thought was his fast and hard heartbeat.  She
couldn't blame him.  She felt nearly over whelmed with emotion at his news.

   "You could work from here." She said softly.

   "Yes.  I even looked around town on the net, and I think there are a
couple small houses I could qualify for a loan for.  It might take a couple
checks to get situated and established after the move, but that's normal.
But all that is secondary to me.  What I am worried about is you.  Would
you want this?  Would you want me to be in town?" He was fairly certain of
the answer, but he was going to ask anyways.  He felt it was just the right
thing to do.

   "Yes.  Oh yes.  I want that James." She said quietly.  He could feel her
muscles thrumming under his hands on her back, her fluttering pulse, her
fast shallow breathing, could see the tears threatening to spill from her
eyes.  He kissed her and held her tight.  He felt like he might be the
luckiest man in the world.  He still had a few more days off, and did not
know how many days he would be at the office while his paperwork went
through, but he knew he would have an answer soon, and he was pretty sure
it would go in his favor.  He took Dana's hand and they went up the stairs,
into Dana's room.  Sitting on her bed she felt better.  James found that he
was now feeling better when sitting here as well.  He thought it was
probably an association with the woman he had fallen in love with.

   They spent the rest of the afternoon next to each other on the bed,
laying down.  James held her in his arms, his face deep in her hair, the
way it had been the first he had held her like this.  She still giggled
every now and again when his breath tickled.  They heard the door below
open, and they both groaned, sitting up and separating.  James wondered how
he would concentrate on his work when they were together in their own
place. If he was alone with her in a house, he did not think work would
take a very high priority on his list compared to Dana.

   --

   Dinner was quiet and relaxed.  James felt almost none of the nervous
tension coming from Dana that he usually did, none of the jitters, the
sharp movements, the careful glances.  She looked mostly at her plate, but
when she did look up, it was calm and casual.  He felt like he was really
making a difference in her life.  That he was helping.

   "Thank you for taking care of the roast for me, Dana.  I don't like to
put it in the slow roaster on low all day unattended.  I always feel like
the house will burn down if I do." She said with a little chuckle.  Dana
looked up to her mom as she spoke, James noted, and she held her gaze as
she responded.

   "You're welcome.  If I am here, there is no reason for me not to." Dana
said.  Her voice was quiet, but it did not waver, and it did not have the
stilted, hesitant cadence that she usual had.  Mom smiled and went back to
eating and talking with dad and James about whatever.

   After dinner James gathered the dishes with Dana's help, and they washed
and dried.  It was becoming a routine for them, and James liked it.  It was
peaceful, in its own way.  They did not speak, but they did not need to.  A
few glances and light touched were all they needed to let the other know
what they were feeling.  They both had wide smiles throughout.  Afterwards,
Dana went to check on her posted artwork and draw some more.  James went to
talk to mom.

   "She seems more, I don't know, relaxed, at ease, I guess." She said when
they sat down in the living room.  "I haven't seen her this calm since she
was just a little girl.  I don't know what you are talking about, but I'm
starting to think you should have gone into psychology instead of
accounting." She said with a grin.

   "I think it's more her than me that is doing it.  I'm just a safe person
to talk to.  She is the one that does the talking.  I just try to keep her
calm when she gets scared.  She is getting more confidence, though, from
what I have seen.  I just hope that it is in general, and not just with the
family, you know?" James said, voicing his primary concern with her
improvement.

   "I hope so too.  I think she will do better in general, in time.  I just
wish you could stay longer and keep working with her.  When you leave, I
don't know how she will do.  I mean, she knows you are only here for a few
days, but she might be a bit sad about it." Mom said, frowning.  James
could see the tension in her jaw, a slight flex and relax, flex and relax,
when she wasn't speaking, and the frown line was staying between her
eyebrows.  He could hear in her voice a slight waver at the beginning of
her words.  He thought that might be from her breathing, which was a little
fast.

   "Well, I think I may have a way to avoid that problem.  I have filed the
forms asking to work from home.  If it goes through, I was going to get a
place here in town, close by.  That way I could work with Dana all the
time, like I am now." James said, watching her carefully.  She smiled and
relaxed a bit, but he could see a little curious confusion on her face as
well.

   "They would let you do that?  I mean, isn't there stuff you have to
actually be there for?  And why didn't you ask to do it earlier?  If I
could have worked from home when I was your age I would jumped on it as
quick as I could." She said, her excitement putting a little rush into each
word, a little breathiness that was rather charming.

   "Well, I just found out I could.  If I had found out earlier, I would
have done it earlier." He held his hands out, palms up, like a scale. 
"Work in cramped, craptastic cubicle, or sitting on my sofa in my boxers?
Hmmm." He said with a grin.

   "Well, you better be wearing more than boxers if you are going to be
working with Dana.  I can only imagine how embarrassed she would be if you
answered the door in your underwear.  She would probably run away and
hide." Mom said, only slightly serious, confident that James would not
answer his door in his boxers.  James imagined Dana's reaction if he did,
however, and he thought she would respond very differently from what mom
had said.  James had to keep from laughing outright, letting only a chuckle
out.

   "Don't worry, I'll be very proper." He James said, glad that his mom was
on board with the idea.

   "I know.  Have you told Dana yet?  I'm sure she will be thrilled." Mom
asked.

   "Yes.  I told her this afternoon.  She was indeed thrilled.  I'm just
glad that I will be able to keep helping her." James answered.

   "Me too.  I feel bad, sometimes.  I mean, we were told by the doctor
'just give her time and let her reach out on her own' but she never did. 
We didn't really know how much time to give, and did not want to force her
and maybe make it worse.  I feel like your father and I are at least partly
to blame for how bad the problem is." Mom was speaking softly.  The frown
line was back and deeper.  Her shoulders slumped a bit and she looked down
at her hands morosely.  She did not seem to realize that in that moment she
looked like an older version of Dana; looking to her hands sadly instead of
the person she was talking to.

   James was a little startled to see the similarities so starkly.  He had
always thought that mom and Dana had looked a bit alike, but in that
instance it was almost eerie.  Mom looked up and the moment was broken. 
James was relieved.  It felt strange, like looking forward in time.

   "I don't think you guys did very badly.  Most parents probably would
have kept her in doctors' offices until one of them could wave a magic wand
and make it all better.  Most would have pressured and pushed, doing damage
instead of helping.  Maybe talking to someone as a kind of safety could
have kept her from getting this bad if she had been able to in high school
or before then, you know, but I think you guys did the best you could, the
best way you knew how." James said.  He did not want his mom to feel like
Dana's anxiety was her fault.  He didn't think it was accurate or fair to
think it was.

   "Well, thank you.  I just wanted a chance to thank you for helping Dana
these last few days.  You've dne a lot for her, and she seems to be
responding quite well to you." Mom said with a small smile.  It was a
little sad, a little proud, that smile.  A mom smile.

   James just nodded, and stood up.  He went upstairs to see Dana.

   --

   "Do you really think they will let you do this?" Dana asked.  Her lips
brushed across the skin of his neck, and her fingers toyed lightly in his
hair.

   "I think so.  I hope so.  I don't see why they wouldn't.  I qualify for
it and everything." James said.  He was making his small circles on her
back, rubbing gently.  Dana leaned back and looked him in the eye, her
stare sharp.

   "If you get a place here, what then?" She asked.  He could feel she was
relaxed, but she was watching him carefully.  He smiled a little gave her a
little squeeze.

   "Well, that's up to you.  If you want to stay here and visit me
whenever, I am okay with that, if you want to move in with me, and try to
convince mom and dad that it is so that we can work together and so you can
try a step into independence, I am okay with that.  However you are
comfortable doing this." James answered.  He was watching her as carefully
as she watched him.  He saw concern run across her face, only to be quickly
chased away by happiness.  She smiled wide, her eyes softening and alight
with pleasure.  James loved it when Dana smiled.

   "You would be okay with me living with you?" She asked, the nervousness
in her voice clear.  It was in the shaky lilt at the end of her words, and
the hushed tone.

   "Are you kidding?  I would love it." He said, kissing her gently.

   Dana nodded and held him tight, letting her tears get absorbed by his
collar as she nuzzled his neck.  She was going to be free.  In a home with
no judgment, with the person she loved with no judgment, on their own.  She
was going to be free.

   --

   After the lights were out and James had waited for his parents to settle
in, James made his way up stairs.  He was silent, but he had to go slow and
concentrate on how far each step was in the dark.  Still, he thought he was
getting better.  He had reached Dana's door when it opened for him.  He saw
Dana's face peeking out at him, smiling.

   Once inside with the door closed, he asked how she had known he was
there.

   "It's quiet out there, but some steps make other boards make little
sounds sometimes.  The boards at the top of the stairs make the wall behind
my bed creak a little." She explained, grinning a bit.

   "I imagine that comes in handy for knowing when mom or dad is coming if
you need to hide something." He said, chuckling.

   "Yes.  It is my early warning system when I touch myself." She
whispered, looking a little embarrassed.  James smiled a bit at that.

   "Really?  How often do you do that?" He asked, sitting on her bed.  She
sat next to him and leaned her head on his shoulder.

   "Not too often, I suppose.  Every few nights or so." James could hear in
her voice a little fear, a little excitement.  He thought she might like
talking about it more than she thought she would.

   "Tell me more." He said quietly, gently.

   Dana was quiet a moment, long enough for James to think that maybe he
had been wrong.  Then she started to speak, her voice quiet but clearly
aroused.  He could hear her excitement, feel it in her breathing where she
leaned against his arm.

   "Sometimes, when I am in here, I feel good.  I don't really know how to
describe it.  I feel sexy, but it's more than that.  I feel silky.  I feel
warm.  I feel like rippling water." She sat up a little as she spoke, her
hands running down her thighs slowly, as if trying to feel the textures
there.  "When I get to feeling like that, I can't think straight.  It gets
so warm.  The feeling of my fingertips, it is magnified.  I can brush my
neck," and she did, breath shuddering as she did, "and I can feel it
throughout my body.  Every time I move, I can feel my clothes rubbing on
me. It feels good.  But I usually take them off." She said, pulling her
shirt over her head.  James was entranced.  He could only watch and listen.

   "When I get my bra off," and it went, "I can run little lines under my
nipples, here, and here." She said, dragging her fingers just under her
nipples in a shallow arc, then a little lower in a wider pass.

   "I like to flick them a little.  Even when I am not going to touch the
rest of myself, sometimes I will just flick my nipple for a little bit.  It
makes a little jump each time." She explained, letting her fingers swipe
lightly at her nipples, her breath catching a bit each time, breaking up
her words a little.

   "My stomach is a bit sensitive as well, and I like to rub it a little."
She said as she slipped her sweatpants off and stretched out on the bed. 
Her hands made slow, lazy trips around her stomach, reaching up to her
breasts and nipples occasionally.  Her breathing was getting deep and
rough. James was breathing a little heavy as well.  He caught his breath a
bit when she reached down and slid her panties off.  The sight of her laid
out, fully displayed for him was stunning.  His eyes followed her fingers
as they wandered around, from stomach to breast to thigh to hip to
shoulder.

   "I like to let my hands go everywhere.  See what feels good each time."
She whispered, her eyes closed and a small smile on her lips.  Her hands
worked their way down together, pausing just above her slit.

   "I am always a little scared to start.  A little nervous.  Like I will
get caught, or I am doing something wrong." She said, frowning a little. 
She didn't seem to be too concerned about it though.  Her fingers began
rubbing up and down on either side, pulling her lips open slightly.

   "Once I start, though, it feels nice, and I don't feel scared anymore."
She said softly.  James noticed she had opened her eyes and was looking at
him.  She was watching him, smiling slightly, as her fingers toyed with her
lips.  James smiled back, and ran his hand along her calf lightly.

   "James.  I don't feel scared anymore." She said, speaking with a soft
emphasis.  Her legs opened a little wider as she did.  James ran his hand
higher, all the way up her thigh, and asked if she was sure.

   "Yes.  I want to.  I want you to.  Please." She whispered.  James nodded
let his hand join hers.

   Dana closed her eyes again as he started to trace his fingers gently up
and down between hers.  She gasped a little every time his fingertip grazed
over the tip on her clit.  James was paying more attention to her this time
around, wanting to be sure that she was alright with it.  He let his hands
rub a little harder, his fingers sliding in a little, increasing the
pressure in small increments.  He watched her face; her little smile, eyes
closed, mouth open a little.  He watched her breathing; faster now, and a
little uneven, doing wonderful things to her breasts.  He could feel the
thrum of her muscles under his hands, and he loved it.  He was happy he
could make her feel so good.  He lowered his head slowly, and let his
tongue replace his finger.  Careful to go slowly, He eased his way along,
watching her closely as he began to kiss and nuzzle her clit.  She was
clearly excited, that was obvious, but he saw no tension or fear, no
negative reactions.  He relaxed a little and began to lick and kiss and
playfully nip a little more, letting his finger work with his mouth.  He
reveled in her gasping breathing, her muscles tensing and releasing
quickly, her low moans.  James felt her body reacting more and more
strongly, her hips lifting a bit off the bed in a steady rhythm, pressing
tight to his face each time.  Her breathing was soon jagged, but not like
it was last time.

   "James.  Yes, please James, yes." Dana said softly.  It was almost more
moan than words but James could make out what she was saying.  He pushed a
little more, went a little faster, and her hips began shaking.  Her legs
crossed behind his head, her heel digging into his back.  He watched her
back arch a little, hiding her face for a moment.  When she relaxed again,
he saw the wide smile on her face.

   "Was that better?" He asked quietly.

   "Oh yes.  Thank you James." Dana said softly.  She let her legs release
him and leaned down to kiss him.  She pulled back after a moment, and
looked at him with a little smile.

   "I have never tasted myself before." She said.  James could not tell if
she liked it or not.  "I was always scared to.  I thought it would be
gross, or be something wrong, like drinking pee, I don't know.  It's not
gross.  It tastes different, but not bad." She said, and kissed him again.

   Soon James undressed and they slid into bed, turning out the light.  In
the dark, with her in his arm, James felt like this was exactly where he
was supposed to be.

   "What about you?" Dana asked, pulling James back from starting to doze
off.

   "What about me what?" He asked, confused.

   "What about you?  You gave me an orgasm, shouldn't I give you one?" She
asked, turning over in his arms to face him.

   "Well, if you want to, but only if you want to." He said.  He would not
pressure her in any way, not after the scare they had the first time they
had tried his tongue.  He felt her hand slide down his stomach and wrap
around his already half hard shaft, holding lightly.

   "You made me feel very good.  Better than I can make myself feel with my
hands.  I would like to make you feel good too." She said.  Her voice was a
little tense, but steady.  Her body was mostly relaxed, and her hand was
still holding him lightly, slowly stroking up and down.

   "If you want to, you can touch me any way you want.  You know that."
James answered.  He felt her face at his neck, nibbling at the skin there
and at his earlobe, before she spoke.

   "I want to make you feel good." Her voice was just a whisper, but it had
a rather powerful effect on James, being coupled with a slight squeeze on
his dick.  She kissed him, hard and passionate, before she started to kiss
her way down his body.

   With no light, James was focused solely on the sounds and tactile
sensations.  It was wonderful.  Her hands were feather-light on his skin,
her lips soft, her hair tickling.  She giggled a bit as her hands explored
him.  James felt his dick jump a little when her lips touched it.  She
kissed along the base of the shaft, taking her time, letting her fingers
roam to explore his balls, his hips, his thighs.  She kissed her way up to
the tip and paused.

   "I don't know if I am doing this right.  I am just guessing." She said
softly.

   "Please, keep guessing, you are doing great." James answered.  Dana
giggled and he felt her breath on his head.  She began using her tongue,
with long stokes up and down.  At the head she would flick her tongue
across tip each time, looking for pre-cum.  James was breathing a little
heavier.  His hand was resting on Dana's thigh, and his fingers were gently
stroking there.  He felt very serene.

   He sighed deeply, and little shaky, when he felt her lips close over his
head.  She chuckled a little, which sent pleasant little vibrations down
his dick.  Dana let her tongue roll around his head a bit, and started to
take a little more into her mouth.  James wasn't sure how much longer he
would last this way.  If she did not know what she was doing then she was
guessing well enough that she could bluff her way to a victory on Jeopardy.
He felt her take a bit more in before her throat hitched a little.  She had
gotten most of his dick before it happened.  She went back to even strokes
up and down, her tongue kind of thrashing around as she went, her hand
around the base of his shaft.

   "Dana, I'm going to cum soon." James moaned.  Dana gave no indication
she had heard.  "Dana?  I'm going to cum." He said again, a little louder.
She gave a muffled 'uh-huh' sound and kept at it.  That was more than
enough for James.  His dick twitched hard and he felt the first spurt go.
Dana made a small noise, but she did not stop sucking.  James tried to keep
his grunts soft and low.  When he had finished, he was breathing heavy,
feeling very relaxed and absolutely wonderful.  Dana kept at his softening
dick for a moment longer, looking for any more of his cum that he might
have missed.

   She crawled back up to James and rested her head on his chest.  She had
liked doing that for him.  She had been a little nervous, that she would
mess it up, or it would end up being gross, or something like that.  She
just tried to remember what she had seen in the few porn videos she had
watched on the internet and tried to do that.  She found soon after she
started that she liked the taste and the feeling of having his dick in her
mouth.  She had been scared at the end, as well, when he said he was going
to cum, but she was determined to at least try for him.  She was glad she
did.  She liked the taste of that as well.

   "Dana, that was wonderful.  Where did you learn how to do that?  Because
that was pretty damned good for just guessing." James said, his fingers
toying through her hair.

   "Internet porn.  I watched a couple videos.  Tried to do what they did."
She said.

   "Well, you did it great." He said.  Dana scooted up and kissed him.  For
a moment James was mindful of the fact that she had just been sucking his
dick, but quickly dismissed it.  After all, she had kissed him after he had
gone down in her, and it was something that came from his own body, so it
couldn't that bad to begin with.

   Dana curled up close him, her back pressed tightly to his chest, his
arms around her.  She could feel his dick up against her ass, and she liked
the feeling of it there.  She worked her hips a little further back and
drifted off, smiling in the dark.

   --

   Sunlight was just creeping in the window.  James looked up and saw Dana.
She was sitting next him, still naked, sketching quickly.  When she saw him
stir, she set it aside.

   "Sorry.  You looked comfortable.  I wanted to get it on paper.  It
looked peaceful." She said with a little smile.

   "No problem.  Good morning." He answered.

   "Good morning." She answered, leaning over to give him a quick kiss.

   "I guess it's off to the living room for me." James said, sitting up.

   --

   James was sipping his coffee when mom walked in.  She poured a cup and
sat with him.

   "So what do you think your chances are of the work from home thing going
through?  I know you said it should, but do you think it will?" She asked.

   "I think so.  I qualify.  I have a year in the field, and not just in
the field, but in the firm as well.  I don't think I've ever made any big
mistakes, really.  Nothing on big accounts, or anything that cost anyone
anything.  On the line that asked why I was requesting it, I wrote that I
was trying to help my family, and that I could do that better from home, as
opposed to two towns over.  So I think it has a good chance of happening. I
don't see why it wouldn't." He said.

   "Well, I hope it does.  It would mean a lot to Dana, I'm sure, and it
would mean a lot to me." Mom said before standing.  She went to get ready
for work,

   James watched her go, and thought about what he was doing.  He tried to
weigh everything carefully and objectively in his mind.  He thought of
Dana. He thought of work.  He thought of his parents.  He thought of his
future.  And he thought of Dana again.

   James stood and went to talk to Dana, a small smile in his lips.



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