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CAUTION:

   Reading this story may result in any or all of the following: rapid
breathing, localized swelling, impure and/or unclean thoughts, itching,
chafing, increased heart rate and/or blood pressure, tenderness in one or
more localized regions of the body, condemnation to the Bad Place To Go
After You Die (as defined by local religious authorities), or any one of a
number of Bad Things (depending on local conditions).  Author sincerely
hopes Intelligence agency computers get a hard-on reading this story.  Any
resemblance to any persons past, present, future, living, dead, or
reanimated (regardless of means or method) is too fucking bad.  Greetings
to the National Security Agency.  Use of this story does not mean you will
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sexual preference(s), or appearance from those portrayed in this story. 
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   "Maybe it DOES suck - but at least I *tried*." -- me

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   Taxi - Chapter 15

   I've been driving a cab for a lot of years.  Along the way, I've gotten
the usual offers from hookers, pimps, dealers, and other lowlifes.  I've
also had no small number of out-of-towners hinting that they'd like to get
hooked up with one or more of the previously mentioned underworld denizens.

   On the plus side, I've also had the chance to meet a pretty fair number
of honest, decent people.  Some of them have had problems of one kind or
another, and as a college philosophy major that dropped out so that I could
try to put what I'd learned into practice, I've been able to offer some
help to those that seemed to need it -- or even those that have come right
out and asked for it.

   Part of my outlook on life is that there are certain obligations and
responsibilities that go along with the rights and privileges that a free
society enjoys.  One of the things that I do to help fulfill those
obligations is that I offer free rides to women and kids that need to get
out of an abusive household and to a shelter.  Sadly, I usually get several
such calls during a year; most of the time, the women and kids completely
forget who gave them the ride -- which is fine with me.  A few of them,
they not only remember, but actually take the time to find me afterwards
and thank me.  An even smaller number have gone on to become friends.  Only
once did it go even farther than that...

   Several years ago, I got word from a women's shelter that they'd gotten
a call from a woman that was ready to get away from her abusive husband.  I
got over to where the woman lived just a couple of minutes ahead of her
husband getting home.  I'd gotten her and her 8-year-old daughter into my
cab when he pulled up.  When he saw that she was leaving, he got all kinds
of upset and irate... even to the point of threatening ME.  He got up in my
face and said he was going to kick my ass, only to be surprised when I told
him that if he so much as touched me, he'd draw back a bloody stump; then
that I'd call the cops and not only have him arrested, but actually press
charges -- and file a civil suit against him when all of THAT was over. 
He'd backed off, and I'd been able to get the woman and girl away from him.
He'd tried to follow me, but the one thing a cabbie knows how to do is
drive; I used a few tricks I'd learned to get rid of him before I took my
two passengers to the actual shelter location, which was someplace
completely different than their offices (for obvious reasons).  Before the
staff got her and her daughter inside, the woman -- Doris Thompkins, I'd
learned -- hugged me, and thanked me for being willing to stand up to her
husband.  I just told her that I was glad to do it, and wished her well.

   To my surprise, I got a call from her a few weeks later; she'd written
down my name from the hack license in my rig, and wanted to know if it
would be okay for her lawyer to depose me as part of the divorce
proceedings.  I said that I'd be delighted, and did just that.  As it
turned out, my statement of what had gone on influenced the judge; not only
was Doris granted her divorce in something close to record time, but the
judge had gone on to slap an extremely restrictive restraining order
against her ex.

   While she was getting herself and her daughter, Gail, ready to start
living on their own, she continued to stay in touch with me: not only was I
someone that had helped her, but I "knew" what her ex-husband had been
like, and could understand the things she told me as she got herself purged
of the fear and feelings of helplessness and everything else she was
carrying around inside.  I was also there to listen to Gail when she wanted
to talk about what her life had been like, too, and help her understand
that none of what had gone on had been her fault.  As the weeks passed, I
became a good friend to Doris and something like a favorite uncle to Gail.

   When the two of them were finally able to leave the shelter, I was able
to help them find the resources they needed to get started on a new life --
a decent inexpensive apartment, some used but serviceable furniture, and a
few of the other things they had to have.  Doris let me know how much she
appreciated all I'd done by inviting me over to join them for a damn fine
meal they'd teamed up to make.  Even after that, Doris and I stayed in
touch regularly; she had a wonderful character, a fine wit, and was
certainly attractive enough to make it a pleasure looking at her.  Gail
proved to be an intelligent youngster, and without the oppressive influence
of her father, soon developed a pleasant and outgoing personality.  There
wasn't anything more to it than my being a good friend to the two of them,
which was fine with me.

   With me being that friendly with them, I was there to watch as Gail grew
over the years -- eventually becoming a lovely young woman after she
started puberty.  That was also when I started getting more and more
requests for assistance from Doris... most of them involving how to deal
with Gail, or to provide an outlet for Doris' infrequent need to vent the
frustrations of raising a teenage daughter.

   Doris asked if I'd like to spend the evening with her one Friday night
while Gail was at a sleepover one of her friends was hosting.  I said I'd
be delighted, and she fixed a nice meal for the two of us.  After I'd
helped with clearing the table and doing the dishes (over Doris' protests),
the two of us went into the living room to listen to some music.  I was
sitting at the end of their couch with Doris tucked into my side when I
heard her ask "Jim?  Why haven't you ever made a pass at me, or tried to
get something going between us?"

   More than a little surprised by the question, I had to think about it
for a few seconds before I could answer "Several things, really.  The first
one is how we met.  Considering how your last relationship with a guy
turned out, I didn't figure that you'd be in too much of a hurry to get
into another one any time soon.  Another part of it is that we've got an
actual friendship going on -- I like you, and Gail, and the two of you seem
to like me; I have to wonder what would happen if you and I got...
involved. Then there's always the question of where things go afterwards.
Would it be two people enjoying some physical intimacy, or just the
beginning of something more serious or permanent?  What if one of us thinks
of it as being one way, and the other one sees it as the other?  Then
there's the question of Gail -- does she know about it, and if so, how
much? Remember, it wasn't so long ago that you had the talk with her; how
much difference would there be between what you said to her, and what you'd
be doing?"

   She pulled away from me long enough to give me a Look, then settled
herself into my side again before saying "You've told me about going to
college, and why you're driving a cab, and everything -- and you always
seem to have pretty good answers for the questions I've had.  But I never
really appreciated how much time you must spend just thinking about stuff
until just now.  I mean, I asked you what I thought was a pretty simple
question, and I figured I'd get a pretty simple answer.  But what you
actually said... it made me realize that my question wasn't as simple as I
thought, and that I shouldn't have expected a simple answer, either.  The
stuff you brought up, I don't know that I would have thought about any of
it until a LOT later -- maybe TOO late, even."

   I gave her a soft hug before saying "Sorry."

   "No, don't be.  The things you mentioned, you were right about them.  I
was pretty gun-shy about guys, and for a long time.  I think the only
reason I did get over it was because of you -- you're about as different
from that jackass as anybody COULD be, and you've shown me what I should
expect from a guy.  I thought we were friends, too, and that our friendship
is special.  I didn't think about how special it is until you said
something about it maybe changing."

   Taking a deep breath, she went on "The idea of us having any kind of
relationship -- that never even occurred to me, but I have to admit that
the questions you asked are good ones.  And the same thing goes for what
you had to say about Gail, too."

   She hesitated a moment, then said "I... I have to admit that I was
starting to think of you and me maybe getting... involved, like you said.
But now you've given me reason to stop and think about what I wanted -- and
I will, I promise."

   It didn't escape my notice that she hadn't said she didn't want us to
become more intimate; only that she'd think it through before anything
actually happened.  Quite honestly, I wasn't sure how I felt about EITHER
possibility.

   The two of us continued to sit there and listen to the music for a while
before going on to other things.  When it started to get a little late, I
excused myself and got ready to head home.  At the door, she moved close to
kiss me goodbye as she usually did -- except the kiss that I got made it
more than clear that the idea of intimacy between us appealed to her; to my
relief, she broke the kiss off before I had to decide how to respond.

   For the next several weeks, it was as if Doris and I had never had that
brief conversation.  When Gail "graduated" from middle school, we
celebrated by my taking the two of them out for a nice dinner.  Despite the
fact that I had been the one to suggest it was a good reason for them to
get "gussied up", I wasn't anywhere near prepared for the sight they
presented when I got into their apartment.

   I'm not quite sure how Doris managed it on what I knew was a fairly
limited budget, but she'd somehow gotten herself and Gail coiffed,
manicured, pedicured, made up, dressed up, and generally loaded for bear.
Doris was wearing a strapless sheath number that contrasted nicely with her
ash-blond hair and complimented her light complexion.  It revealed enough
of her ample bust to make it enticing, but without making her look
top-heavy or trashy.  It followed the curves of her waist and hips to good
effect, and was short enough to leave a goodly expanse of well-shaped leg
exposed.

   Next to her, Gail wasn't dressed as overtly womanly, but that wasn't at
the expense of making it clear that she was a nubile young female.  Gail
had on a sleeveless number that did a fine job of hugging her developing
bust, trim waist, and slender hips.  The color nicely offset her hair (only
slightly darker than her mothers), and it, too, was abbreviated enough to
leave plenty of her long, smooth legs nicely displayed.

   When the two of them did a little pirouette, I saw that Doris' dress was
backless to just above her hips; her hair was fastened in a loose ponytail
that hung to the middle of her back.  Below her hair (which was put up in a
French braid) Gail's outfit had a single not-very-wide strap across the
back, leaving a nice expanse of her lovely skin exposed.  Their outfits
also showed that each of them had a small, nicely-shaped ass.  Looking at
them, I was glad that I'd made the reservations for the restaurant I had.
Although they'd have easily fit in (and complimented!) Chez Snooty or any
other high-end restaurant in town, they still wouldn't be overdressed for
where we were going -- I really hadn't expected the two of them to take
getting dressed up as far as they had.

   In response to the little show they'd given me, I applauded loudly and
gave them a few whistles to let them know they'd succeeded in getting my
attention.  Both laughed, and even blushed a little bit, before Doris
suggested that we might want to get going.

   As we were being shown to our table, I saw quite a few male heads
turning to watch my companions -- and a fair number of shins being kicked
under the table, as a consequence.  Dinner was a casual and and pleasant
experience with both of them displaying a measure of class and elegance
that I seldom saw.  We took the time to enjoy our meal, including the
dessert and coffee (me and Doris) and hot chocolate (Gail) that we finished
things off with.  After we left the restaurant, I delayed the necessity of
taking them home through the simple expedient of an unplanned side trip to
a small club I knew that featured live Jazz music.  That got me another
couple of hours of their delightful company before Doris suggested that it
really was time that the two of them got home.  Bowing to necessity, I took
them back to their apartment -- getting there somewhat later than was
Gail's usual bedtime.  To my amusement, both of them shed their shoes as
soon as they were inside the front door.

   A jubilant Gail graced me with a fierce hug, a kiss on the cheek, and
profuse thanks before practically floating back to her bedroom.  Once she
was out of sight, an amused Doris turned to me and said "I guess you know
that you made her entire year tonight.  I just want you to know that you
made me a lot happier than I've felt in a long time, too.  Just going to
dinner like that was wonderful; but when you took us to that club, too...
and then danced with us -- well, it was like a dream come true."

   Smiling, I told her "I was glad to do it, Doris."

   She smiled back, then moved close enough to hug me tightly.  Of course I
hugged her back, and used the opportunity to lightly caress the expanse of
her exposed back.  After a happy sigh, she told me "I can't begin to tell
you how happy and good you made us feel tonight.  We haven't been able to
go out for anything like that since before the divorce.  Hell, just going
for a sit-down dinner at a chain restaurant is something of a treat for us;
so getting to dress up and actually go out like tonight was incredibly
special -- for BOTH of us.  Thank you."

   "I was glad to do it", I replied.  "The two of you were delightful
company, and I had as good of a time as you did -- maybe better, even,
because I had BOTH of you lovely ladies to enjoy it with."

   "You really noticed how Gail got dressed up?" she asked.

   "Of course I did.  She didn't look as good as YOU do, but I still
thought she looked pretty damn good -- particularly for being almost
fifteen", the latter a reference to Gail repeatedly mentioning her rapidly
approaching birthday.

   Doris laughed, and answered "She'll be glad when I tell her you said
that 'pretty damn good' part.  The whole time we were getting ready, she
kept asking if I thought you'd think she was pretty.  After the way her
father treated her, the compliments you give her and all the other good
stuff you say and do means SO much to her... she almost worships you,
even."

   "Well, you can tell her that I said I was proud to have her company
tonight, and that I thought she looked absolutely lovely."

   A couple of seconds went by before Doris asked "And what about me?"

   I gave her a brief hug before responding "That goes double... no,
triple... for you.  I hadn't planned on going to that club after supper;
but it was so nice being with you at dinner, and you looking as good as you
do... well, I just wanted to spend some more time with you."

   "I'm glad to hear that, because I've decided that I want to spend some
more time with YOU -- for the two of us to get... closer."

   I pulled back a little bit to look down at her for a moment, then took
her into my arms again before she told me "After what you had to say that
night -- you know, when I asked why you never made a pass at me -- I've
been thinking about what you said.  And once I started doing that, I
couldn't help but start thinking about other stuff, too... things that you
hadn't said, but that I knew you would have.  Doing all of that, I've had
to figure out where I am in my life, and what I want to do, and a whole lot
of other stuff that I maybe should have been taking care of before now. 
It's cost me a few sleepless nights, and a headache or two, but I've gotten
my act together, finally."

   I waited to hear what else she had to say, and after a couple of
seconds, she went on "I know that I don't want to get into any kind of
relationship just yet.  This friendship thing you and I have going on is
plenty for me.  But I've also realized that I miss being physical with
someone else; before my ex became such a jackass, I really enjoyed the
intimate part of our marriage.  It wasn't anything like I read about in the
women's magazines, but it was still good, and I REALLY want to get some of
that back -- preferably with you, because I know you'll treat me right, and
make me happy."

   "What about Gail?", I asked.

   Doris sighed before answering "There's no way in hell I could hide it
from her, even if I tried or wanted to.  What I'm going to have to do is
try to get her to understand that if I have a relationship with someone
that way, it isn't just physical or just emotional, but BOTH -- that as
much as I'd like the physical part of it, I'd only be with someone like
that if they and I really cared about each other... like the way you and I
do."

   "And what about your time together?"

   "I'd dearly love it if I and... whoever could spend the night together;
it would be so nice to have someone next to me, sometimes, and wake up
in... someone's arms.  But I'm not going to demand anything like that if it
would make the other person uncomfortable, or it would bother Gail too
much. I THINK she's old enough to understand, but if she isn't then I
wouldn't want to rub her nose in it."

   Listening to her, I knew that Doris really had done what she'd said;
that she'd actually taken the time and made the effort to figure out where
she was in her life, and where she wanted to go -- and how to get what she
knew she wanted, but without hurting the people most important to her.  So
when she'd finished what she had to say, it took me only a moment to softly
tell her "Doris, if you really think that you want US to become lovers,
then I'd consider myself privileged to share your bed."

   I heard her gasp before she pulled back a little bit and looked up into
my face to ask "You... you will?"

   "If you're sure that's what you want."

   "I am!", she declared, before asking "Would tonight be okay?  For us
to... start, I mean?"

   After placing a soft kiss on her forehead, I answered "Of course it
would."

   Visibly pleased -- as well as a bit nervous, truth be told -- Doris
eased herself out of my arms.  After taking my hand in hers, she led the
way back to where I knew her bedroom was.  Once we were inside, she closed
the door behind us; after a moment's consideration, she then locked it
before turning around and telling me "I don't think she would, anyway, but
I think it's better if I make sure Gail doesn't come in while we're... busy
or anything", blushing faintly.

   I simply agreed that seemed like a good idea before holding my hand out
to her.  When she'd moved close enough to take it, I gently pulled her
closer before telling her "It's okay, Doris.  I'm a little nervous about
this too -- being naked with each other the first time, feeling a little
worried about making the other person happy, wondering if we'll be happy...
but it'll be okay.  You know how I know that?"

   She gave her head a little shake, and I said "I know it'll be okay
because we already care about each other -- a lot.  We even love each other
-- as friends; and we know that we don't have to be afraid to talk to each
other, and HELP each other feel good.  You said that you wanted to be with
me because you know that I'll treat you right, and make you happy -- and
I'll tell you right here and now that that's exactly what I'm going to do.
I can see that you're a little nervous about being with me because of how
long it's been since you were with a guy.  You don't have to be.  I know
it's been a while, and I'm fine with letting you have however much time you
need or want to be comfortable about this.  I already told you this, but
I'll say it again so you know that I mean it: I think you look lovely.  Not
just dressed up the way you are now, but the rest of the time, too --
you've got all the right parts in the right places, and in VERY nice
proportions.  I really do mean it when I say that I consider it a privilege
to be with you like this."

   My words had the desired effect of calming her down... and doing so a
lot more than I'd hoped they would.  All I could see were the normal
jitters any person has the first time they're intimate with someone they
care about.  She even managed to give me a smile before saying "Thank you,
Jim.  Now I know it'll be okay, too."

   I moved a little closer to her, and when I tilted my head with the
obvious intention of kissing her, her expression told me she welcomed my
advance.

   I made the first touch of our lips as gentle and loving as I could, and
Doris responded in kind.  After a couple more osculations, she put her arms
around me; in return, I put my hands on her hips and started slowly
caressing her sides.  Each of our next few kisses increased our mutual
affection -- and desire.  After that, our kissed began to last longer and
longer, and increased our passion for each other apace.  I'd moved my hands
from her sides so that I could enjoy the surprisingly tight globes of her
ass when she briefly touched her tongue to my lips; I didn't hesitate to
send MY tongue out in welcome to hers.  It didn't take but a few seconds
for them to begin a game of tag that ranged from her mouth to mine, and
back again.

   She also began pressing herself against me, and I delighted in the feel
of her breasts pillowed against my chest -- even through the clothes that
we had on.  I decided to remove any impediments to feeling her body against
mine through the simple expedient of taking the tab of the zipper that held
her dress closed, and running it down as far as it would go.

   The added ventilation at her hindquarters must have drawn her attention
to our shared problem; after taking her tongue away from mine, she released
her hold on me and took a step back.  Looking into my eyes, she didn't
hesitate to reach up to the shoulders of her dress and slide them down --
and revealing the orbs of her breasts to me.  Each was about the size of
half of a grapefruit, though slightly pear-shaped, and capped by a slightly
puffy areola about the diameter of a half-dollar and just a couple of
shades darker than her skin.  Her nipples were perhaps three-quarters of a
centimeter across, neatly centered, and stuck out roughly a quarter of an
inch -- that latter figure increasing even as I watched.

   When she paused what she was doing, I took the opportunity to lean
forward and place a soft kiss at the apex of each mammary before giving it
a brief lick.  When I raised up again, I could see that that simple gesture
both reassured and pleased her.  Accompanied by a little wriggling that I
found quite entrancing, Doris got her dress down over her hips.  With
nothing to hold it in place, it simply fell to the floor around her ankles
when she let it go; that was when I discovered that in addition to being
braless, Doris had been sans panties, too: there wasn't anything else to
impede my view of the narrow strip of her muff.  Barely wider than the
mound underneath, it was as pale as the hair on her head and extended only
a little way up her abdomen.  Even standing up as I was, I could see that
it was soft and lush -- and looked forward to feeling it against my lips
and nose later.

   I hadn't been entirely sure that she'd had stockings on; it was only
when she reached down and began to roll one of them down her legs that I
noticed the tops of them.  She looked at me in surprise when she heard me
tell her "Go ahead and leave them on, if you want -- I like the way they
look on you."

   Smiling, she smoothed out the one she'd started to remove; once she was
done, she gave me a come-hither look before slowly turning herself in a
full circle and giving me the chance to see the delightful ass that I'd had
in my hands.

   Facing me again, she put her hands on her hips and raised an eyebrow;
recognizing it as the "Well?  It's your turn!" it was, I proceeded to
extract myself from my best suit -- something that took appreciably longer
than she'd needed.  When I was done, though, she seemed to be every bit as
pleased by what she saw of me as I'd been of her.  When she stepped close
and took me into her arms again, I delighted in the feel of her pubic
thatch teasing my semi-erect cock, and her longer and harder nipples boring
into my chest.

   Our kisses quickly picked up from where they'd left off, and then
proceeded to become even more passionate as our hands wandered each other's
naked bodies.

   There was a distinct aroma of aroused female in the air, and I was
appreciably more than semi-erect when Doris pulled her head back to tell me
"Kissing is good, but I'm ready for more now!"

   That was all the prompting I needed to turn loose of her so the two of
us could go over to her bed.  I helped pull the covers down, and the two of
us met again in the middle.

   She readily let me guide her to lay on her back after I got propped up
on my side so we could go back to kissing again -- but with the added
benefit of being able to reach the really fun parts on each other.  I was
more than a little pleased to discover that Doris' breasts were
surprisingly firm for a woman that had borne a child, and just how
luxurious her pubic hair was.  Judging from the way her cool hand stayed
busy with my erect penis, and scrotum, she found me to be more than
acceptable, too.

   We'd reached the point that it was a tough proposition kissing each
other because of how much we were panting with our increasing desire.  At
great personal sacrifice, I gave up her lips in favor of moving my oral
attentions to other places on her body.  Starting with her neck and ears
and shoulders, I gradually shifted my efforts lower and lower until I was
finally able to take the peak of one of her breasts between my lips...
something that was accompanied by a moan of pleasure from her.  It didn't
take me long at all to get her rubbery nipple as long as the first digit on
my little finger, and the pink flesh around it tight and swollen.

   While I was happily trying to see what kinds of things I could do to her
breasts with my mouth and lips, my hand was busy further down.  I suspect
that I could have spent hours running my fingers through her pelvic thatch,
it was that soft and enticing; but there were other parts of her that I
wanted to investigate, too.  The first time I softly ran the tips of my
fingers up the insides of her thighs, Doris moaned deep in her throat as
she opened herself up to me.  Even with an invitation like that, I didn't
immediately begin checking out her womanhood.  Slowly and patiently,
enjoying what I was doing, I took the time to manually learn as much about
her as I could before finally letting my fingers come to rest along her
cleft.

   Underneath the pad of my middle finger, there was the warmth and wetness
at the entrance of Doris' vagina; from there to the base of my finger, I
felt what could only be the edges of her labia softly touching me.  Simply
curling my finger, I was able to dip it between her vaginal lips and draw
it lightly across her wet opening before easing it further along between
her furrow.  Doris moaned again as I did, and even lifted her hips to try
and increase the contact I was making.  I repeated my efforts several more
times, each ending with my fingertip a little closer to her clitoris.

   When I finally made the softest and briefest of contacts with that
organ, Doris released a deep groan as she tried to open her legs even
farther.  Carefully and gently, I went about mapping every crevice and
every fold of her pelvis between bouts of teasing her opening and toying
with the sensitive pearl of flesh that she was granting me access to.

   By the time I was ready to concede that I couldn't think of anything new
or innovative to do to Doris' breasts, she was moaning almost constantly.
When I finally raised my head, I saw that not only had she developed an
aroused blush, it had extended partway down her chest.  I'll confess to
feeling rather pleased with myself as I lowered my head again so I could go
back to giving her soft skin little lip-bites and kisses as I blazed a
circuitous trail from her mammaries to points south...

   She didn't seem to notice where I'd gotten to when my lips finally began
to feel the tender touch of her pubic covering.  After I'd gotten a little
farther along, I found that the feel of it against my lips and lower face
were even more pleasant than I'd expected; more than anything, it was as
though my skin was in contact with the softness of a cat's belly.

   But that also put my nose that much closer to the source of the enticing
aroma emanating from between her smooth thighs -- a siren call that I could
resist for only so long.  Moving my body over hers, then settling between
her spread legs, I was left with a truly incredible view of her.

   Directly in front of me was the mound of her sex, of course.  The thick,
soft carpet over her mons was faintly split at the top, where her
quarter-inch-high clitoris was fully exposed.  As the part in her hair
progressed south, it also became more pronounced and revealed more and more
of her medium-thick and slightly long vaginal lips.  The last of it was
plainly split by the parentheses at the entrance to her vagina -- which was
plainly visible, and glistening darkly with her arousal.  That close to
her, the heady scent of her was thick in my nostrils and got my mouth
watering in anticipation of sampling oils I could see beginning to pool.

   After taking a deep breath through my nose (to try and memorize her
aroma), I lowered my head and let the tip of my tongue touch the ring of
her opening before slowly curling it upwards to collect what I could of her
essence.  The taste of her was a treasure: vaguely sweet, yet with a most
appealing earthiness.  I wasn't the slightest bit reluctant to collect
sample after sample of her nectar, then do whatever I could to please and
tease her into producing more.

   Without intending to, I managed to bring her to a small orgasm from the
enthusiasm and dedication I demonstrated.  I had gotten distracted by
wondering how she'd react when I meant to have her climax when she got my
attention again by telling me "That felt real good, but what I want is to
have you inside me -- humping me, to be perfectly frank and crude about
it."

   Deciding that I wanted that, too, I made one more pass across her
opening with my tongue before getting to my hand and knees and moving
myself back up her body.  When I was in position above her, I carefully
lowered myself so that our bodies were touching -- and more importantly, so
that my erect penis was nestled against her mound.  With my upper body not
being quite as far down, I had the sensation of her breasts pillowed
against my chest with her hard nipples as their center points.  Doris
reached up and pulled my head down so she could give me a kiss that barely
started before her tongue was trying to power-clean my tonsils.  When she
was done, there was a smokey look in her eyes as she asked "You gonna just
leave that thing laying there, or are you gonna stick it in me?"

   I couldn't help grinning as I answered "I guess I'll stick in in you,
since that seems to be what you want." That got her to grin back at me
before I started moving my hips until the head of my erection began to
slide down her mons.  Once I felt the warmth and wetness of her vaginal
entrance against the end of my penis, I reached between us to take hold of
it and slide it up and down to wet the head with her oils before settling
it against her opening again.

   I began to press my hips forward -- only to feel her start to tense up
in response.  I immediately backed off, and waited several seconds before
trying again... and getting the same results.  Only after I'd ceased my
efforts again did I realize what might be going on.

   Patiently and gently, I told her "Doris, I don't want to just fuck you
-- and that's what I'd be doing if I had to force myself into you.  I said
I was fine with you taking however much time you needed to be comfortable
about this, and I meant it; I'm not going to be inside you until you LET me
in, okay?"

   Doris looked at me blankly for a second, then surprised me by blushing
faintly before telling me "I'm sorry, Jim.  Toward the end, before I left
him, the rat bastard would just... fuck me whenever he had the passing
desire to get his rocks off -- without bothering himself about whether or
not I was ready.  I got so used to it that when I felt you start pushing
against me, I guess I just flashed back to what HE did."

   I quickly reassured her "It's okay, Doris.  I expect that if it had been
me, I'd have had the same reaction."

   She answered "I'm still sorry, though.  But now that I know I was doing
it, I can stop.  Please... try it again -- I want you in me!"

   Looking into her eyes, I began to ease myself against her again -- and
knew that she DID want my cock in her when I felt the tight ring of her
opening begin to relax, granting me entry.  I discovered that she was more
than a little snug inside, but her lubrication made it possible for me to
get nearly a quarter of my erection through her portal before I decided to
stop.  She pulled my head down to give me another kiss, and when she let me
lift my head again, the expression on her face told me that she was pleased
to have even that much of me.

   After I made sure I was wetted with her oils, I began to slide myself
farther into her to her visible happiness.  There was only about a third of
my penis still outside her when I paused again.  Another brief session of
sliding myself back and forth to keep us lubricated, and my last
slow-motion thrust into her ended with my penis thoroughly encased in her
warm, wet channel -- something that plainly delighted her.

   After giving her a little time to let me know if she needed anything, I
slowly eased myself back again until only the head of my erection was
inside her.  I paused for a moment, then pressed forward again and slowly
buried myself in her in a single long stroke... to the accompaniment of an
equally long pleased groan of pleasure from her.  After that, my movements
in her gradually became faster with her arousal and passion rising
proportionally.  It wasn't but a very few minutes before I was sliding in
and out of her in a steady rhythm that pleased BOTH of us.

   As warm and tight and wet as she was inside, I was getting a lot more
pleasure from what we were doing than I necessarily wanted.  But from the
way Doris arched herself up in welcome to each of my thrusts, and the
nearly constant moans and groans of satisfied desires she was making, I
didn't figure that I needed to worry about making sure she enjoyed our
activities.  In fact, I could tell that she had moved a good ways toward
her release when I began to feel the sensations that told me it was going
to happen for me, too.  As both of us got nearer and nearer the finish, I
started thinking that she was going to be the one to find her release
first... and found myself looking forward to the feelings that I figured
she'd create around me when it happened.

   As I'd thought might happen, Doris slid into a climax ahead of me. 
Whether it was wish fulfillment or not, I'll probably never know; what I'm
sure of is that the clenching and spasming of her vagina was enough to push
ME over the edge with her -- and had me spraying her insides with my semen
MUCH harder than I'd experienced for quite some time.

   Both of us were panting heavily, and sported a fine sheen of
perspiration as I held myself over Doris after our respective climaxes had
ended.  Since I'd been the more active of the two of us, I wasn't surprised
when Doris was the first one to speak, softly exclaiming "Holy crap, that
was good!"

   I somehow managed to find the breath and energy to tell her "I'm glad
you enjoyed it."

   "That was a hell of a lot more than just 'enjoyed', and you damn well
know it!" she told me, a trifle testily.

   I couldn't help chuckling for a moment, then heard a more contrite tone
in her voice as she said "Okay, fine, you were teasing me.  Ha, ha, very
funny.  But that was still a hell of a lot better than anything else I ever
had with that rat bastard.  Now you've got me looking forward to what
happens now that we've gotten past the first time together.  I don't know
if I'll be able to wait to find out what you do to me next time!"

   I couldn't resist tweaking her a little more by telling her "I think
you'll be able to wait, okay -- I mean, an hour or so isn't all that long,
is it?"

   A couple of seconds went by, then she gave me a couple of nudges that
let me know she wanted me to raise up a little bit.  I did, and saw that
she was looking at me strangely before she demanded "Are you just jerking
my chain some more, or can you really get it up again tonight?"

   I just gave her a lecherous grin before answering "I guess you'll know
in an hour, won't you?", causing her eyes to widen at the idea that I might
not be jerking her chain.  She started to move under me then, and suddenly
realized that my semi-erect penis was still inside her.  Her expression
quickly changed to one of tenderness as she told me "You are such a dear --
not only holding yourself up so you don't squash me, but staying with me
like this to let me know you care."

   "Doris, I do care.  But if you don't like it or anything, I can get up
and off of you if you want."

   Realizing that I was teasing her again, she just gave me a withering
look before saying "When you slip out of me, I'd appreciate it if you would
get up and get off of me so I can go clean your stuff out of me before it
leaks all over everything.  It felt like you'd NEVER stop squirting in
me!", the last in feigned indignation.

   Going along with her, I did my best unfairly accused innocence act as I
answered "Well, that wasn't my fault... I mean, you made ME feel pretty
good, too..."

   I must have done a pretty good job with it, because she looked like she
wasn't sure whether I was sincere or just messing with her again.  She was
spared from having to decide which one by the feeling of my flaccid penis
pulling free of her intimate embrace.  It crossed my mind to pretend
ignorance of what happened and what I was supposed to do, but I didn't want
to push things too hard; so I quickly lifted myself up, and got out of her
way.  With a blush, she pressed her hand against her crotch to stem any
leakage before quickly getting out of bed and disappearing into her
bathroom -- and securely closing the door behind her.  After laughing to
myself for a bit, I just laid back and waited to see what she wanted to do
next: clean up a little (my preference was together), or snuggle for a
while.
I got my answer a couple of minutes later when the bathroom door opened,
and I heard her say "I guess you might as well wash up with me... just in

case you're not just bullshitting me about later."

   I happily went in to join her for a quick (but thorough) and intimate
shower.  Dried off and back in bed, the two of us spooned with her in front
of me while we talked about how we wanted to deal with letting Gail know
about us.  That didn't take as long as it could have, leaving us with some
time before the "deadline" I'd given her.

   We were laying there in a companionable silence as I toyed with one of
her nipples.  The feeling of her firm ass against my penis started feeling
pretty good, and the way that it would occasionally flex started to have an
effect on me.  I think she may have been half-asleep, because it took
longer than I thought it would for her to notice what was happening.  When
she did, though, she turned her head to look at me in surprise.

   I just grinned, and asked "So... still think I might have been just
jerking your chain?", causing her to blush.

   She scooted herself away a little bit so that she could roll onto her
back again.  As she looked at my semi-erect penis, I heard her softly
mutter "I'll be damned!" before she looked at me again and asked "We can?
Really?"

   "Yeah, really", I told her.  "Of course, it would happen faster if I had
a little assistance and inspiration; and I'd be MORE than happy to help get
you going again, too..."

   What started as a look of anticipation on her face dissolved into
something else before she told me "What you did to me before... with your
mouth... that was the first time anyone ever did anything like that to me.
The first time I heard about it, I thought it sounded like it would feel
real good; so when I realized you were going to do it, I didn't mind.  And
you made it feel as good as I thought it would."

   I nodded, and she went on "Now, tonight, I... I want to do the same
thing for you -- except I don't really know how.  I saw it done when he
made me watch porno movies with him, but I'd never do it myself 'cause I
knew it'd just get him going too much and there'd be even less time for me
to start feeling good.  So I want to do it, with you, but I'm not sure how
and I don't want to make you disappointed."

   I leaned over far enough to give her a soft kiss, then told her "It's
okay, Doris.  Whether you want to do that or not, either is fine with me.
You've told me you've never done it before, and that's okay.  If you want
to learn how with me, I can promise you that you won't disappoint me --
that's just not what happens."

   Somewhat reassured, she gave me a brief nod of her head before saying "I
know you'd never lie to me, Jim, so if you say it'll be okay, then... then
I'd like to try."

   I gave her another soft kiss and told her "You'll do fine.  You'll see."

   With that nonsense out of the way, it didn't take long for us to get
situated in the classic "69" position with her on top of me.  Of course, I
certainly didn't notice her initial hesitation, or how tentative she was at
first.  With the non-verbal encouragement I gave her, it didn't take her
long to get into the spirit of things.  Not everything she did felt good,
but nothing she tried felt bad, either; and as she started getting the
results she wanted, her confidence increased accordingly.

   Meanwhile, I was having a dandy time taking care of things at my end. 
She'd said that what I'd done to her before felt good, and remembering how
she'd had a small orgasm just from me trying to get her "warmed up", I
figured it was my duty to show her just how good it could make her feel. 
It was an obligation I fell to with a will.

   I'd been told once before that I could make a living eating pussy, and I
deliberately went about doing everything I could to give Doris as much
pleasure as I could manage.  It didn't take me long to get her almost
dripping her oils for my happy taste buds to collect.  I had a fine time
seeing just how long I could tease her medium-thick and velvety-soft
vaginal lips into becoming.  My efforts to lick her ovaries failed, but not
from lack of trying.  Her sensitive clitoris was subjected to all manner of
torture and gentle abuse by my lips and tongue and mouth.  When the supply
of her nectar waned slightly, I did my best to softly vacuum them out of
her.  My lips massaged and tenderized her dark and engorged labia. 
Anything I'd ever learned about arousing and pleasing a woman orally was
put to use.

   Doris had gotten me back to semi-erect about the time I brought her to
an orgasm.  By the time she got me fully erect, she was on the verge of
having a second one that was even stronger.  I was simply enjoying her
dramatically improved oral skills when I teased her into a third that ended
only when she all but collapsed on top of me.

   I was content to caress her sides and back (and her glorious ass!) while
alternating soft kisses to the insides of her thighs when I head her
hoarsely tell me "Damn you, Jim!"

   Feigning ignorance of what the problem might be, I asked "What?"

   To my amusement, she had to clear her throat before she could say "I
already told you that it felt good when you do that to me.  You didn't have
to go and try to kill me with it!"

   "Who?  Me?"

   Yes, you, damn you!  That first one was just fine, thank you very much;
but you just HAD to keep doing all that other stuff, too, and make me have
another orgasm even stronger.  And then you try to kill me with this last
one!  Christ, I didn't think it was ever going to end!  And now all I can
do is just lay here, and not even THINK about doing anything else."

   "You didn't like them?"

   "Dammit, that's the problem!  I did like them -- too damn much!"

   With a bit of effort (she wasn't a small woman, after all) and little
more than token assistance from Doris, I got her off of me and settled on
her back on the bed.  After quickly reversing my orientation, I got myself
settled in next to her.  Cupping her breast in my hand, I looked at her and
saw that she wasn't so much upset with me about what I'd done as she was
stunned and surprised by the results.  When I lowered my head to kiss her,
she put her hand behind my neck and held me in place so she could fence
tongues with me for a bit.  By the time she let me go again, I knew that
she was starting to recover.  After I raised my head, I saw that she
granted me provisional forgiveness -- and quietly resolved not to do
anything like that to her again until we'd gotten her stamina built up.

   So that she'd have some time to get some of her energy back, I figured
to just let her lay there until she let me know she was ready for us to go
on.  Rather than just lay there, however, I continued to exchange kisses
with her; some of them were loving and affectionate, while she turned
others into more passionate and lusty events.  I also kept my hand in
almost constant motion on her: caressing or squeezing her breasts, teasing
and toying with her nipples, softly stroking her abdomen, running my
fingertips through her pubic pelt, and generally acting like a pubescent
boy with his first naked female.

   Doris had started responding to my touches, so it wasn't any surprise
when I felt her reach down to take my penis in her hand.  I simply had to
smile at the expression on her face when she discovered that I was still
fully erect -- the mixture of surprise, awe, and delight were almost
comical.  Still she didn't let anything stop her from giving me a gentle
squeeze before she started stroking me in an apparent effort to make sure I
was ready for what she wanted us to do.

   It didn't take her long to satisfy herself that I was "up" to the task;
with a gentle nudge, a few soft touches, and a look, she let me know that
she wanted me inside her again.

   She'd spread her legs and pulled her knees up to open herself to me as
much as she could before I moved between her thighs and got myself
positioned against her opening.  Our eyes locked, and with only the most
minute nod of her head, she let me know she was ready.  When I started to
press myself into her, I quickly learned just how ready she was -- much
wetter than she'd been the first time, she provided ample lubrication for
my penis as it slowly filled her chamber.  She was still damn near as tight
inside as she'd been before, and easily as warm... almost hot, even.  By
taking it slow and easy, I was able to fill her with my manhood in a single
continuous push.

   With the ring of her entrance clenched around the base of my cock, I
paused -- but only for a moment, because she pressed herself up against
me... making it clear that she wanted me to continue.

   Since she was so obviously ready and willing, I knew that I didn't have
to concern myself so much about not rushing her or making sure she stayed
comfortable.  It took only a couple of minutes for me to get into the cycle
of penetration and withdrawal that had pleased both of us before.  Doris
responded to my efforts even more quickly than she had the first time, and
went even further to become an active partner in our copulation.

   It didn't take long for the room to be filled with the enticing aroma of
aroused female, and the liquid sounds of our coupling.  Those were leavened
with the assortment of moans, gasps, groans, and other noises of pleasure
and arousal both of us were making.

   Doris didn't have any trouble reaching a fairly strong orgasm, and
sooner than she had when I'd been in her the first time.  When it was over,
she was feeling frisky enough to want to try being on top of me --
something that she'd never done before.  Feeling a little tired, I was
agreeable enough, and we got ourselves changed around.  Doris got a look of
absolute bliss as she settled herself down onto my erection the first
time... and looked even more pleased when she somehow managed to get the
last fraction of an inch of it.  I'll confess to enjoying the several
minutes that followed as she experimented with how it felt when she moved
in different ways, and even gained some rudimentary control over her
vaginal muscles.  That accomplished, she went on to enjoy the hell out of
her first experience at self-impalement.  My ability to reach up and do a
variety of things to her wobbling breasts, and even suck on her nipples at
times, may have contributed somewhat.  Supporting her body with her arms,
she was able to bounce herself on my erection to a second (if slightly less
intense) release.  With all the really fun bits available, I had a nice
time molesting her as she got her breath and energy back.

   When she was alert enough to realize that I hadn't climaxed, and was
still hard and inside her, she was more than ready for us to continue.  My
suggestion that I do her from behind met with her approval; the slight
noise that resulted when she raised up and my penis pulled out of her
caused her to blush furiously -- but didn't lessen her enthusiasm.  A
minute later, she was on her hands and knees with me tucked in behind her.
I easily buried myself in her again, and we were off on another adventure.
She found the different angle I was entering her at to be a little more
stimulating, and it wasn't but a couple of minutes before she orgasmed
again.  The feeling of her hot and wet vagina around my cock as it happened
did wonders at stimulating ME, and got me started toward finding my own
release.

   The increase in my "enthusiasm" as I increased my pleasure only served
to stimulate Doris even more.  I'd reached the point where my finish was
inevitable when I realized that I was probably going to cum before she
could climax again.  I didn't expect that she'd be upset if that happened,
but I was reluctant to leave her feeling unfinished, too.  Leaning forward
enough to get my arm around her, I slid my hand between her thighs and used
the overflow of her juices so that I could start adding to her pleasure by
teasing her clitoris.

   It worked a lot better than I'd thought, and it wasn't long until I
could feel her body begin to tense up with an approaching climax.  Figuring
that it was better to cum in her after than before, I just kept doing what
I was; I doubt that it took even a full minute for her to find her release
for the fourth time since our second session of lovemaking had started.

   As it turned out, I was a lot closer to my own finish than I'd thought;
the repeated clenching and spasming of Doris' womanhood proved to be all
the trigger I needed to find my own release.  I managed to stuff myself as
far inside her as I could just ahead of trying to coat her tonsils with my
cum.

   By the time I finished emptying myself in her, I felt nearly as weak as
a kitten; judging from the way Doris was gasping and weaving around
underneath me as I supported myself with my arms, she wasn't doing any
better, and probably worse.  Letting my head hang down so that my mouth was
next to her ear, I told her "I think if we help each other, we can lay down
without getting hurt... or having to unhook."

   It took a second for her to raise her head and turn it to look at me
after she realized my penis was still mostly inside her.  Still panting,
the best she could do in response to my suggestion was to nod her
agreement.

   After giving the situation a few seconds thought, I provided the
guidance that let her cooperate with me so we could move from where we were
to where we wanted to be.  We managed to get it done without any mishaps,
so when we were finished, I was laying behind her with my arm across her
body -- and one of her breasts in my hand, with her holding it there.  The
way we were positioned, my penis continued to serve as a plug, even after
it had gone completely soft.  Both of us were careful not to move too much
because neither of us was in any condition to do anything about it if it
slipped free.

   I was content to wait and see what Doris' reaction would be to what we'd
just done, and I found out what that was when she quietly announced "If I'd
known that sex could be anything like that, I damn sure wouldn't have
gotten married the way I did.  Or were you doing something special that
other guys don't?"

   "I don't think I was doing anything really different than any other
guy", I answered.  "Except maybe that I've learned to hold off cumming so
that I and whoever I'm with can enjoy it more.  If I'm doing anything
'special', it's just caring about you, and trying to make YOU feel good,
too."

   She seemed to consider that for a few seconds before telling me "After
the way you've made me feel tonight, I can tell you that that 'just' is
by-god special enough for me!  I have never had it feel that good before,
never mind having anywhere near that many orgasms in one night." A moment
later, I heard her laugh briefly before she told me "And to think that I
was worried that I wouldn't be able to enjoy sex with you!", causing me to
chuckle.

   Another couple of minutes went by, and I heard her say "I'm grateful
that you're holding so still so that your penis stays where it is, but I'm
still going to have to clean up sooner or later.  Thing is, I'm not sure
how soon I'll have the energy, after what YOU did with me!"

   I knew what kind of condition Doris was in, and I readily told her
"Don't worry about it.  Just hold still, try not to leak all over the
place, and I'll take care of it" -- earning myself something of a dirty
look before she asked "What do you mean you'll 'take care of it'?"

   "Just what I said.  When it happens, I'll be the one to get up; I'll go
into the bathroom and get a couple things.  Then we can stay here until
you're ready to get up."

   She looked at me uncertainly, and I decided that rather than keep trying
to convince her, I'd just go ahead and DO it.  Without bothering to give
her any warning, I simply pulled my hips back before quickly scrambling out
of bed.  A quick trip into the bathroom netted me a towel which I hurried
to get out to Doris.  Somewhat bashfully, she took it from me; to spare her
any further embarrassment, I went back into the bathroom.  I took a little
more time to get a washcloth, and dampen it with some warm water.  Back in
the bedroom, she didn't object when I had her roll over onto her back --
but DID protest when I leaned over and started to wipe up the surplus of
our combined fluids that glistened on her legs and pelvis.  Ignoring her
voiced complaints, and not letting her have the washcloth when she demanded
it, it didn't take me long to take care of things.  Then it was into the
bathroom again to rinse the cloth out and set it to dry before going into
the bedroom to lay next to her again -- ignoring to Look she was giving me.

   Laying on my side, I let my arm rest on her belly so I could use my
fingertips to enjoy the softness of her skin.

   Doris didn't wait long to tell me "Thank you for bringing me the towel;
but you didn't have to do that other part."

   "No, I didn't... but I was glad to.  You've told me how good I've made
you feel, and I wanted you to know that I've enjoyed it as much as you
have. Besides, it was from both of us; I care about you and you're tired,
so I just took care of it FOR you.  So quit fussing at me."

   I could see that she still wasn't happy about what I'd done, but my
words had gone a good way toward settling her mind about it.

   We continued to lay there quietly, content to simply be next to each
other, for several more minutes.  It was Doris that broke the silence by
telling me "If we stay like this any longer, I'm going to fall asleep here.
I think we'd better clean up a little before we go to bed."

   I asked if she wanted the bathroom to herself, and she told me "No, not
now.  If you want to, we can take a quick shower together; I'm just too
damn tired for anything more."

   I agreed that that sounded like a winner, and the two of us got each
other rinsed off and ready for bed in fairly short order.  After the lights
were out, Doris was spooning against my front with my arm around her when
she told me "What we did... it was really nice, Jim, and you made me feel
SO good.  But it's laying here like this, with you holding me, and knowing
that you'll be here in the morning, too, that really makes me happy."

   I gave her a gentle hug and kissed the back of her neck before answering
"I makes me happy, too, Doris."

   With a contented sigh, she wriggled herself a little closer to me; I
don't think it was much longer until both of us were fast asleep.

   The next morning, it took a couple of tries before I was able to get
Doris to wake up.  Once she opened her eyes and saw me, though, her whole
face lit up in happiness.  I regretted the necessity of telling her "As
much as I'd like to stay here with you, I really do need to get to work. 
If you're feeling brave and feisty, you can take a shower with me; but if
you're tired, go ahead and go back to sleep."

   Almost immediately, she threw the covers back and told me that a shower
was just what she needed.  After we'd given each other time to take care of
our personal needs, we had a wonderful time cleaning, teasing, and
molesting each other in the shower.  We'd dried off, and I was getting
dressed when Doris suggested that I could keep a change of clothes there so
I wouldn't have to go home before going to work in the future.  When I said
that I would, she looked delighted.

   We were in the kitchen while I finished up the breakfast she'd made me
when Gail came in -- considerably surprised to see me there that early.  As
we'd discussed the night before, Doris was the one to tell her daughter
that I'd spent the night with her.  From there, Doris went on to explain
things (with some assistance from me), and answer the questions that Gail
naturally had.  By the time it was all over, Gail seemed to be quite
accepting of the situation... much to my, and Doris', relief.

   The rest of that summer, Doris and I spent quite a few evenings and
nights together.  I wasn't over at her place every night, of course, but we
did manage to spend enough time together that she was able to develop her
stamina for lovemaking and orgasms considerably.  In return, I was the
beneficiary of her desire to learn how to give better oral sex. 
Throughout, the two of us made it clear to each other that we cared. 
Neither of us made any demands on the other, and both of us were clear that
there weren't any expectations, either.  Basically, we were just a couple
of people that really liked and enjoyed each other, and let that expand
into a physical relationship.

   Along the way, Gail stopped being surprised when she found me having
breakfast with her mother.  With me spending more evenings there, Gail also
gradually lost her inhibitions about how she was dressed.  The first time
she got ready for bed before coming in to watch TV with us, I was more than
a little surprised when she showed up dressed only in panties and a
slightly too-small shirt of some kind that clearly revealed the size and
shape of her breasts, and the precise location of her nipples.  But I
carefully didn't take any notice of it; nor did Doris, after a glance to
see if I was bothered by it.

   Gail never made a habit out of dressing that way when I was there; but
it wasn't uncommon, either.  What she wore to bed fluctuated considerably,
as well -- it could be anything from an over-sized T-shirt that revealed
nothing (other than she was naked under it, when the material got pulled
too tight) to even more abbreviated outfits than the one she'd turned up in
the first time.  However she was dressed, I simply acted as though such
things were commonplace in my life, and continued to treat her the way I
always had.

   It was a few weeks after school started again that Doris told me she
thought something was going on with Gail.  I asked her what she meant, and
she said that Gail's grades were poorer than when she'd been in middle
school.  She went on to tell me that she'd also heard from a couple of
Gail's teachers that she was being somewhat disruptive in their classes. 
The last thing she had to say was that Gail was starting to make new
friends that Doris didn't care for.

   After a little bit of question-and-answer, I had to admit to Doris that
I really didn't have any idea of what was going on.  We talked about it a
little bit, and finally decided that the only thing to be done was wait to
see if it was just a temporary adjustment problem for Gail, or something
more serious.  Doris wasn't real happy about it, but conceded that the
situation wasn't severe enough for her to be able to take any kind of
definitive action.  She was somewhat reassured when I said that I'd see if
Gail wanted to talk to me.

   When I'd first started talking to Gail about leaving her father, and her
parents getting divorced, I'd done so while it was just the two of us --
taking her out for ice cream, or to play miniature golf, or some other fun
event.  Over the years, I'd continued to do such things with her, if only
to make sure everything was still okay with her; the next time it was just
me and her doing something fun together, I casually asked how things were
going now that she was in high school.  She admitted to having some
unspecified problems, but then told me that high school wasn't anything
like middle school had been.  I agreed with her on that, and after
reminding her that she could come to me if she was having any problems, let
it go.  I didn't want to get in the way of her finding her own solutions to
her problems, and she'd already shown me that she was willing to let me
know if something was bothering her.

   After a few more weeks went by, it was pretty clear even to me that
something was going on with Gail.  Aside from the problems she was having
about her grades, and at school, she was in almost constant conflict with
her mother -- and was sometimes even getting an attitude with ME.  I tried
to stay out of it as much as possible (other than doing what I could to
help Doris), but there finally came a point when I figured I couldn't let
it go any longer.

   Doris had invited me over to watch a movie at their place, and I'd
agreed -- it was a recent release, and something I'd been waiting for. 
When I showed up, Gail was the one to let me in.  Gail made some passing
comment about the popcorn I'd brought for all of us; just as casually, I
said that I'd only be watching the movie with them.  Gail responded with
"You're not spending the night?  Mom's going to be disappointed..."

   Not only was it the first time she'd ever made any comment about my
spending the night there, but what she'd said (and how) left me stunned.  I
could only stand there in silence as I watched her go back to her room.

   A few seconds later, Doris came out -- and after seeing the expression I
must have had on my face, wanted to know what was wrong.  Hesitantly, and
careful about how I said things, I told her.  Doris' first reaction was
horror that Gail had actually said anything like that.  Immediately
following that, she was embarrassed that Gail would be commenting on HER
sex life.  When those two reactions had passed, she wanted to force Gail to
apologize to me before being severely punished.  It was when she was
psyching herself up to go get Gail that I told her "Doris, don't."

   "Don't what?  Make her apologize?  Try to get her to understand that she
shouldn't be saying things like that -- to anybody, never mind you?  Let
her know that she shouldn't be taking any interest in her mother's sex
life? Don't WHAT, Jim?"

   Having calmed myself down, I had to try to do the same for Doris. 
Patiently (and slowly, so she'd have more time to get herself under control
again), I told her that I wasn't offended by what Gail had said, though I
was certainly surprised by it.  Then I went on to point out that for Gail
to say something like that to me was so out-of-character that it might even
give us some idea of what was bothering her.  Doris didn't seem entirely
certain, but her willingness to hear the rest of what I had to say may well
have prevented an outright fight between the two of them.

   As Doris sat there listening to me, I was able to get her to understand
that Gail's comment gave us the perfect opportunity and reason to set the
youngster down and find out what the hell was going on with her.  Doris
agreed that Gail would know that what she'd said had been inappropriate --
even if it was after the fact.  I also pointed out that we could use
whatever guilt Gail felt about it as leverage to learn what the real, base
problem was so we could try to deal with it.  While it wasn't as direct and
immediate and viscerally satisfying as storming into Gail's room and
getting into some kind of screaming match, it was likely to prove more
productive... a point that Doris finally had to cede.

   Next to be dealt with was which one of us was going to go get her. 
After no small amount of back-and-forth, Doris ultimately agreed that Gail
was more likely to be cooperative with me.  I was relieved when it took
only a little discussion for us to agree to have our "sit-down" with Gail
around the kitchen table.  Both of us got up, and when I went to get Gail,
Doris went into the kitchen.

   As I'd thought, Gail was pretty much expecting a visit from me; from the
way she acted, I knew that SHE knew she'd way overstepped her bounds.  When
I asked her to, she reluctantly followed me into the kitchen, where I found
that Doris had gotten drinks for all of us.  Gail was visibly less than
happy to see Doris there, too, but sat down easily enough when I asked her
to.

   As Doris and I had agreed, I was the one to get things going by asking
Gail to tell me what had made her talk to me the way she had.  I wasn't
above using every advantage I had available, and used the tone of my voice
to convince her that she'd hurt my feelings... terribly.  Instead of
answering, Gail started to cry, and I used her silence to lay a guilt trip
on her that would have made a Jewish mother proud.  By the time I was done,
it was all Gail could do to blubber out that she was sorry.  Playing on her
emotional state, I told Gail that I accepted her apology, but that I really
liked her and cared for her and that I was worried about her -- and asked
why she would say something like that to me.

   Another bout of crying and sniffling ensued, and my patient, gentle
questioning finally drew the answer that there was something bothering her.
When I looked over to Doris, she silently let me know to keep going, since
I was doing so well.

   With Gail's admission that there was something bothering her, I had all
the reason I needed to continue.  Keeping my voice soft, I kept prodding at
her, and asking her open-ended questions to encourage her to give me more
than short, simple answers.  I took my time about it, too; I'd ask her a
question, then let it hang in the silence until she responded.  It didn't
happen quickly, but I was able to peel away the layers of excuses and
justifications and imagined wrongs to get closer and closer to whatever the
core issue was.  Along the way, Gail focused more and more on me; either
forgetting or ignoring that her mother was there -- greatly helped by the
fact that Doris remained quiet, and still.  The few times that Gail raised
her gaze from her lap, it was to look at me... without so much as a glance
at Doris.  No small number of tears were shed (by Gail and Doris, both),
we'd all exhausted the beverages we'd started with, and a couple of hours
had gone by before I figured it was the right time to ask my final
question.

   "Gail, honey, we've talked about all kinds of things, and you've told me
about all the problems you're having with the kids at school, and a lot of
other stuff.  But there's still one thing that I don't understand, and I've
been hoping that you cared for me and trusted me enough to tell me: what is
it that's really bothering you, deep down inside?"

   Gail started crying (again), and nearly a minute went by before I heard
the anguish in her voice as she softly told me "I... I... I wish you
weren't staying in Mom's bed."

   "Why not?  Because I'm not your Dad?  You don't like it that we're
having sex?"

   She shook her head, and managed to tell me "I don't care that you're not
Daddy -- I'm glad, even, 'cause I see how happy Mom is.  And it isn't
because you're having sex with her, either.  It's..." before falling silent
again.

   After waiting a few seconds to see if she was going to continue, I
finally asked "Then what is it, honey?"

   She raised her head then, and I could see the disappointment and hurt on
her face as she told me "I want to be with you, too, like Mom is!  But even
when I try to show you that I'm old enough, you don't pay any attention to
me that way!" before lowering her head again.

   To say that I was stunned at hearing that wouldn't even begin to cover
it; when I looked over at Doris, it was plain that she was as shocked as I
was at hearing what Gail had said.

   When I'd gotten my wits back, I told Gail "Sweetheart, I'm flattered
that you would want to be with me -- really, I am.  But remember that it
wasn't so long ago that you turned fifteen.  Fifteen, honey.  That's less
than half as old as I am, and it's too young for me to be with you that
way; it's even against the law for anything like that to happen.  Maybe you
don't think I've noticed how much you've grown up, but I have.  Didn't your
mom tell you what I said about how you looked that night we went out?"

   Talking in the general direction of her lap, Gail answered "I know I'm
only fifteen, Jim!  But I found out that a LOT of girls have sex by the
time they're my age... even most of them.  And I know that I'm a lot
younger than you are, but I don't care!  I don't want you to be, like, my
boyfriend or anything; I just want to BE with you.  I... I want you to be
the one I give my cherry to, 'cause I know you'd be nice about it; not like
the older girls I hear talking at school, that say it hurt and went too
fast when they were with a guy the first time.  I know there's laws against
you being with me, too, but I'd never, ever say anything to ANYBODY about
it, because you've always been so nice and everything, and I know how much
you care about me.  Yeah, Mom told me what you said, about me being lovely
and how you were proud to have me with you.  But if you really think I'm
pretty, why won't you even look at me when I try to show you how nice I
look?"

   "Gail, just because I don't stare or say anything about it, that doesn't
mean that I don't notice that you're growing into a very pretty and sexy
young woman.  Yes, a woman -- but still a young one.  Besides, I don't
think your mom would appreciate it if I started looking at you too much, or
saying anything about how you look or what you have on."

   "But it's not like you're doing anything to trick me, or anything; I'm
showing you how my boobs look because I want to.  And don't think I don't
still want us to be together, either!  I was thinking about maybe finding
out what sex was like even before you stayed with Mom that first time; and
I was wanting you to really LOOK at me even before that.  It wasn't until
you'd stayed here a couple of times that I realized I wanted to be with YOU
my first time.  Sometimes I can hear it when you and Mom are doing stuff,
and I can tell how good you make her feel -- and I want it to be like that
for me, too.  I touch myself sometimes, and it feels good, and I've even
had orgasms; but they've never been anything like what it sounds like
happens to Mom when she's with you.  I told you, I don't want us to be a
couple or anything like that.  I know how lonely Mom gets sometimes, 'cause
I feel like that, too, and if you staying with her and everything makes her
feel better, then I think that's a GOOD thing.  I just want you to be with
me, too, so I can feel better like that.  But you won't even look at me!",
she finished, the intensity of her crying picking up.

   Even under the best of circumstances, I'm not that good about crying
females.  When it's one I actually like, it's even worse.  Then to have her
be so young... well, I wasn't in much of a condition to try and deal with
her at that point.

   Turning to Doris, I gave her a silent plea to take over.

   I was looking at Gail again when Doris spoke up -- something that made
Gail jump a little, then blush when she realized her mother had heard
everything she'd said.  I was frankly surprised at how calm and patient
Doris sounded when she told her daughter "Gail, honey, I know how you feel
right now -- honest.  When I was your age, I had the same kinds of feelings
and thoughts and everything that you're having now; and I know how hard it
was for me to deal with them.  Really, I haven't forgotten any of that. 
But I'm older now, too, and I've learned a lot of things since then; and I
know how much the way I think has changed, too.  I know you feel like
you're all grown up, and ready to find out about sex, and all of that... I
felt the same way.  Now that I'm older, I'm actually glad that I didn't do
any of the things that I wanted to so much back then.  I know it's hard to
hear, but that doesn't make it any less true: you're only fifteen years
old, and there's still a whole lot that you don't know... and don't know
that you don't know.  I love you, honey, more than anything or anyone else
in the world.  The biggest reason that I wanted to get us out of there and
get a divorce was because I didn't want you to grow up with him acting the
way he did.  I could have put up with it, but I didn't want YOU to have to.
Sweetheart, I'd do anything to keep you safe and happy -- and I just don't
think that you being with a guy is the right thing for you yet.  I'm not
sure you really understand what it is you want, or what it means; and I'm
afraid you'd get hurt -- maybe physically, because you're not a full-grown
woman yet, but more because I don't think you understand in your heart and
in your mind what you want... from Jim or any other guy."

   After sitting quietly for a while, Gail lifted her head and looked at
her mother as she replied "I know you're worried about that stuff, Mom, and
that you love me so much.  But this isn't, like, the fifties or something,
any more!  I had sex education in middle school; I was hearing about things
like people using their mouths on each other even before you had that
'growing up' talk with me that time.  There's birth control now, and all
kinds of sex talk, and sexy ads on TV and radio and all OVER the place. 
There's all kinds of magazines that have articles about sex, and how two
people can try to make each other feel good, and how a girl can masturbate
to make herself feel the best, and all that -- and that's just in the
women's magazines, like you buy!  When we were still living with Daddy,
sometimes I saw those MOVIES he used to watch, and what the people were
doing.  Think about it, Mom... when you were growing up, didn't you learn a
lot of stuff about boys and girls that wasn't on TV or in movies or
anything?  Do you really think that it's any different NOW?  That with all
the other regular sex talk, kids aren't learning even more than they did
when you were my age?  How many times have you told somebody that kids are
more grown up, or mature, than when you were a kid?  Even if you don't like
it, can't you understand that I'M like that, too?"

   Taking a deep breath, Gail went on by saying "Mom, I know that I
couldn't go back to being a virgin if I had sex with someone; I don't think
YOU understand that nobody really cares any more.  I know that it could
maybe hurt me the first time I have sex; that's why I want to be with
Jim... because I know he really cares about me, and would try to make it
hurt as little as he could.  I KNOW that being with a guy isn't just about
the physical part of it; that I don't want to give a guy my body unless I'm
willing to give him my heart, too -- YOU told me that, when you explained
about Jim staying with you.  I understand it, too... and that's what I want
to do, with Jim.  I know there's laws against me and him doing things
together; but those laws were written a long time ago, back when they
thought women belonged to men, like a cow or a chicken.  They changed the
laws so that a woman isn't something a guy OWNS any more -- but they
haven't changed the laws that try to say I'm too innocent to know whether
or not I want to have sex; or that if I do, it's because some guy 'tricked'
me because I was stupid.  How can they teach kids about something like
birth control as though they think we're responsible enough to actually use
it, and then tell us we aren't smart or responsible enough to decide about
the sex that would happen AFTER the birth control?  We can choose to have
the ice cream and the chocolate syrup and the whipped cream and the nuts --
but not the cherry on top?  How does that make any sense?", then lowering
her head again a few moments later.

   I have to admit that, abstractly, I thought she was making a pretty
solid argument for herself, and had some good points.  It was the fact that
my name kept creeping in that bothered me: I really did like Doris (and
even loved her), and treasured Gail; that my lover's teenage daughter
wanted a physical relationship with me didn't sit well.

   Though she'd never gone to college or anything, I knew that Doris was
far from stupid.  When I looked over at her after Gail had her say, I could
tell that she hadn't expected to have things turned around on her: instead
of her giving counsel to Gail, her daughter had handed HER several things
to think about.

   Doris looked at ME, and as much as I hated it, all I could do was shrug
-- Gail wasn't MY daughter, after all.  Using just hand gestures, I got
Doris to understand that I'd talk with her about it without Gail present.
Looking relieved at not having to respond to Gail right away, Doris told
her "Okay, honey, you've told us what's bothering you... what you want, and
why you think it should be allowed.  I'm sure you can understand that I'd
like some time to think about it before I decide anything."

   When Gail raised her head, I knew that she understood that her mother
and I wanted to talk alone.  Mustering what dignity and composure she had
left, she wished both of us a good night before going back to her bedroom.

   I don't know how much time passed before I head Doris' resigned "Well,
fuck."

   With the silence broken, I told Doris "Before either of us says anything
else, I want to make it as clear as I can right up front that I do NOT have
any designs on your daughter, or ANY interest in helping her fulfill any
fantasies she might have."

   "I know that, Jim.  I saw the expression on your face when she said she
wanted you; nobody that wanted to get in bed with her could have looked
quite the way you did.  I'm just at a total loss about what to DO about all
this.  Coming in, I thought that all we'd have to do was find out what was
bothering her so much and then do whatever we could to fix it.  But after
what she said... and the questions she asked... I just don't know."

   "You know I'll do what I can to help, Doris -- but she isn't MY
daughter. I'm sorry, but you're the one that's going to have to make the
final decision."

   "I know.  I understood, even when all you did was shrug at me.  Thing
is, I don't even know where to start trying to figure this out."

   "THAT much I think I can help with.  If I can offer a suggestion?"

   "Please!"

   "Get a pad and pencil, and while it's still fresh in your mind, write
down everything she said and asked -- each one on it's own line. 
Reorganize them, so that the things she said or asked that are alike are
grouped together in whatever way makes sense to you.  Then go through them
one at a time, and deal with each one by itself.  When you've done that,
read everything you wrote for each group and write a brief summary for it
before going on to the next.  Finally, read all the summaries to see what
things contradict each other, and which ones are similar before making
whatever changes you have to to make the contradictions go away.  After
you've done all that, you should know what you want to do... which should
give you some idea of how to do it."

   Doris just sat there for a few seconds, blinking at me, before saying
"That's a damn good idea.  I see how it works, too.  I'll do it!"

   Hurriedly, she found a pad of paper and a pen, and quickly wrote down
everything she remembered.  After she read it aloud to me, I reminded her
of a couple of other things, which she added to the list.  She tore off the
page with the list, and marked off each item on it as she got it re-ordered
on a fresh sheet.  Once she'd gotten that far, "all" that was left for her
was the thinking part.  I stayed with her as she worked, answering her
infrequent questions and doing what I could to help without intruding on
her thought processes.

   A little over an hour later, she set the pen aside before standing up
and stretching.  Then she came over to where I was sitting, and leaned over
to give me a kiss before telling me "Thank you, Jim.  Not just for the
suggestion, but for helping me without getting in the way."

   I gave her butt a caress and squeeze as I told her "My pleasure... on
both counts."

   When she'd sat down again, she looked over what she'd written before
telling me "Here's how it looks to me... First, she's right -- society
today isn't what it was when I was growing up.  That brings up the second
thing: whether I like it or not, she ISN'T as naive and ignorant about life
as I was at her age.  Which means, thirdly, that she's going to be more
knowledgeable and aware.  So fourth, since she IS more those things, she's
going to have more opportunity to demonstrate that she's mature and
responsible.  Fifth, what she said she wants, and why, tell me that she's
really thought it through.  Finally, the things she said about what she
expects from all of it lets me know that she's at least trying to be as
grown up about it as she SHOULD be."
Taking a deep breath, Doris told me "Jim, she isn't like how I was at
her age.  I can either bitch and moan about it, or I can simply accept it
as the fact that it is.  I'm not going to pretend that I'm HAPPY about what
she wants -- but I probably wouldn't be if it happened any time while I was
alive.  But I have to admit that she gave me good reasons about why she
wants what she does.  I think she also made a case for why she should be

allowed to have it."

   After pausing for a few moments, Doris looked me in the eyes and said
"Jim, my virgin teenage daughter wants you to be the one she gives herself
to the first time... and even after that, if I understood her correctly. 
I'm telling you that not only would I not have a problem with that, I'd be
happy for her -- because I know that you'd do right by her, and help her
learn what sex should be like.  I'm telling you that you have my permission
to take her to bed and make a woman of her, and that's what I'll tell HER,
too.  If you can't or won't do that for her, then it'll be up to you to
tell her why."

   As I'd listened to Doris go through her list, I'd figured that she was
probably going to be agreeable to what Gail had said; when she told me the
rest of it, I'd known what her decision had been before she'd said it.  But
it was still something of a surprise to hear her just come right out and
tell me she was okay with me fornicating with her teenage daughter.  Still,
I did notice one thing that Doris hadn't said anything about.

   "What about you, Doris?", I asked.

   "What do you mean, 'what about me'?"

   "You just said that if you understood correctly, she might want me to be
with her even after her first time.  But everything else you said, it
sounded like you expected it would be just one time with her.  So my
question is: what about you?  How are you going to feel if she wants it to
be more than just once?  If I'm in her bed, then I'm not going to be in
yours -- how is that going to work?"

   Doris made a face before answering "I thought about that.  Yeah, there's
no denying that it's going to be... different, knowing that you'd do to
Gail what you do to me.  But I love her, Jim -- more than I could ever say.
There isn't a doubt in my mind that you'd be everything she needed if you
agreed to be the one she's with the first time; and after that, I don't
doubt that you'd be the same way with her as you are with me: patient and
loving and gentle when she needs it, or passionate and lusty and
enthusiastic if those were what she wanted.  Knowing that you were doing
right by her, whatever she needed or wanted... that's all I'd need to be
okay with it.  Are you saying you'll do it?"

   "Not yet -- if ever", I answered.  "Even with her saying she wants me
to, and you saying you don't mind -- it's still something I'm going to have
to think about before I can say anything.  One thing I will tell you is
that it would be a good idea to get her on some kind of birth control; I
don't think any of us wants her getting pregnant at fifteen, no matter WHO
does the honors..."

   "I thought of that, too -- but I'm still glad you said something."

   After a few more minutes went by, I looked at my watch and saw what time
it was.  Sighing, I told her "Well, so much for watching the movie.  Next
time we decide to try to watch it, I'll get it, okay?"

   She agreed, and after a bit, the two of us got up.  She escorted me to
the door, where we hugged and kissed before I left to go back to my
apartment.

   That Gail was pretty and sexy was beyond doubt or question -- and played
virtually no part in my decision process.  What I concerned myself about
was the possible and/or likely impact and effect there would be on all of
us, for either answer.  Could Doris really accept the idea of me boffing
her daughter, 100%, forever?  What happens if it's only 99% of the time
before, EACH time?  If I started having sex with Gail, is she going to get
jealous of the time I spend with her mother?  Are they going to start
competing with each other for my attention?  If I tell Gail "no", what is
she likely to do?  What reason could I give that would minimize any
negative reaction from her?  What would Doris likely think if I turned Gail
down?  Who decides -- and how?  -- which one I'm with, and when?  And for
how long?  What are the chances that they might start quizzing me about
what I do with the other?  If they do, how do I respond?  I haven't engaged
in anything overtly sexual or intimate with Doris while Gail has been
present; would either or both of them want that to change?  If so, how
much? Each, or both?  If they don't agree on how much, then what?

   Those, and a lot more, were the questions that kept my mind busy during
my free time... for over a week.  The only bright spot (such as it was) was
that Doris didn't do or say anything when I didn't come over while I was
trying to resolve what to do.  I don't doubt that if Gail hadn't been quite
so young, or not Doris' daughter, or Doris and I not been involved with
each other, I could have reached my decision sooner and easier.  But that
wasn't the case, so all I could do was take the time I needed to get things
settled in my mind -- and heart.

   It was almost two weeks to the day from when I'd last been to their
place that I found myself ringing their doorbell again.  I'd let Doris know
that I'd reached my decision, so my visit wasn't a surprise; it took just a
few seconds for the door to open, and Gail to invite me in.

   Once I was seated in the living room, the first thing I did was to tell
them "I know that my answer is the thing that both of you are waiting to
hear, so I'll just get that out of the way right off the bat."

   Both were watching and listening closely as I said "I expect you know
that I had a hard time with this.  A lot of what I had to think about was
how either answer was going to affect things between all of us -- me and
Gail versus Doris, me and Doris versus Gail, both of you versus ME, and all
of us versus each other.  Most of the problem was that I really care about
BOTH of you -- and love you, even if it's not a 'family' kind of love.  The
last thing I wanted to do was hurt either of you, or do anything that would
destroy the relationships we have with each other.  Against that, I had to
try to figure out how much of what kinds of good things would happen; once
I got THAT far, I still had to try and decide if the maybe-good was enough
to take the chance of the maybe-bad happening.  I've never lied to either
of you, and I won't now; it was a tough choice, and a close one -- but I
finally decided that if Gail wants us to be together, then I'll agree."

   Gail, of course, was delighted; I didn't know what to make of the
expression on Doris' face.

   Once Gail had settled down a bit, I got her attention so that I could
tell both of them "I told you that there were some negative things that I
worried about.  I don't think that I'm some hotshot, or that I should be
trying to tell you what to do -- but I don't want those negative things
that I worried about to actually happen, either.  So all I'm going to do is
tell you what they were, and leave it up to you to decide if any of them is
something you need to pay attention to, or do something about.  Okay?"

   Both of them nodded, and it didn't take me long to make them aware of
the things that had crossed my mind.  Both of them nodded at various
points, and sometimes even together.  When I was done, I simply said "Like
I said, I'm not going to try to tell you what to do -- that's obviously for
you two to decide.  What I'm going to figure is that whatever you do, it's
because BOTH of you are okay with it.  If you're not, I don't want to hear
about it; I don't want to find myself in the middle of an argument or a
fight or any yelling and screaming.  If any of that happens, then I'm going
to think that this was a bad idea and just leave until I'm sure it won't
happen again.  Do we understand each other?"

   From the expressions on their faces, I knew that both of them believed
that I'd do exactly what I'd said -- each of them had been witness to at
least one of the infrequent times that I got aggravated about exceptionally
bad service, a defective product, or some other problem.  I invariably
tried to resolve such situations politely and amicably; but when
sufficiently provoked, I wasn't afraid to rear up on my hind legs and
become a real whirling son of a bitch.

   Then next thing I had to say was appreciably more pleasant: "Gail, I
know that this is something special for you, and it's special for me, too.
I think you'd like some time to get ready for it -- taking care of things
like making sure we have however much time you want, that the place is just
right, and stuff like that." Smiling, she nodded, and I continued "That's
fine -- more than anything else, I want YOU to be happy with how things
turned out when we're done, okay?  So you figure out how much time you need
to get ready, and let me know when you want it to happen.  You know I don't
have a regular kind of job, so whenever you decide is fine.  If there's
anything you need or want me to do or wear, I'll be glad to, if you'll tell
me.  Does that sound okay to you?"

   Happy once again, Gail answered "That sounds wonderful, Jim."

   "I'm glad to hear that.  Now, you'd better go, so you can start figuring
everything out.  Besides, I think your mom wants to beat me up or
something", the last part making her laugh.  She was practically floating
as she went back to her bedroom.

   When the two of us were alone, Doris started to reach out for me, and I
pretended to flinch from her as if afraid that she really was going to beat
me up.  She just smiled at me before gesturing that she wanted me to shift
on the couch a little bit so she could sit next to me.  I did as she
wanted, and tossed in another small flinch when she began to scoot over. 
That got a laugh from her before she tucked herself into my side.

   After a while, she told me "I really wouldn't have taken bets on what
answer you would have given her.  I'm not sure why, really, but I kind of
thought that you'd turn her down.  What made you agree?"

   "Don't think that didn't cross my mind", I answered.  "It did -- plenty
of times.  I told you that it was a tough decision, and it was probably
closer than you might think."

   She tilted her head to look at me, and said "Oh, I believe you!  Damn
near a week and a half, thinking about it?  I don't doubt that it was
close! But what finally settled it for you?"

   "Something simple, but tremendously important: the fact that you agreed
to it."

   Seeing that she didn't understand, I explained "You're Gail's mother. 
As much as you were uncomfortable about it, I could see that you were
trying to put what was best for her ahead of what YOU thought about what
she wanted.  You have a couple of different perspectives on all this that I
could never really understand -- you're a female, like she is; and you're
her mother.  I had to figure that the female-empathy part of you really
knew how important it was that she get a proper introduction to that kind
of intimacy; just like I had to think that if you were okay with it as her
mother, then it was something that I'd better pay attention to.  If you'd
said that you didn't like it but wouldn't object, or even that you were
just 'okay' with it, I'd have turned her down."

   Almost staring at me, Doris asked "The fact that she's as pretty and
shapely as she is didn't figure in?"

   "Not even a little bit.  In fact, whenever I did think about that, I'd
try to imagine her as being homely and deformed -- kind of like you."

   It took a second before Doris really caught what I'd said; when she did,
she immediately got indignant and declared that she'd kick my ass if I
didn't take it back.  I think she'd have tried, too, if I hadn't started
laughing about how easy she'd been to get riled up, making her realize that
I'd deliberately baited her.  A bit peeved, she called me an asshole under
her breath before snuggling into my side again.  When I had my arm around
her, I told her "Actually, I did do something kind of like that.  Any time
I wondered if how pretty she is was influencing me, I'd turn around and ask
if my answer would be any different if she wasn't.  But for the most part,
I didn't think of her that way at all."

   A couple of minutes must have gone by when Doris asked me "Don't you
even care that she looks the way she does?"

   I chuckled for a moment before answering "Of course I care -- I'm damn
glad and grateful she's so pretty, and has the shape she does.  And when
it's just me and her, I'm going to enjoy the hell out of being able to look
at her.  But even if she didn't look the way she does, it wouldn't make any
difference to me; I'd still do the best I could to make her as happy and
satisfied as possible about how things turned out when we were done.  If
anything, I'd even try to convince her that I thought she was the most
beautiful fifteen-year-old on the planet.  But that won't be necessary;
Gail's pretty and sexy, and she already knows that without being vain about
it -- you've done a good job of raising her."

   Mollified, Doris wriggled herself a little closer to me before pulling
my hand down and holding it on her breast.  Content just to have her next
to me, I idly toyed with her nipple as the two of us sat there.

   A little while later, Gail came back into the living room.  I saw her
glance to where my hand was on her mother's breast, but that was the only
notice she seemed to take of it.  Her attention was on me when she asked
"Jim?  Um... does it matter how long you're with me the first time?"

   I pretended to consider it for a bit, then told her "Well, I've got to
get back to work sooner or later, so I suppose 'forever' is out.  Why?"

   Blushing at the idea that I'd consider spending that much time with her,
Gail replied "Would it be okay if... if we stayed together a while?  Like
all night?"

   Quietly amused, I told her "I don't have any problem with it, if your
mother doesn't."

   Doris quickly reassured her daughter "If you want him to spend the night
with you, that's fine, dear."

   Pleased, Gail thanked both of us before disappearing again.

   "All night, huh?", I observed to Doris.  "She's her mother's daughter,
all right...", earning myself a playful pinch on the side.

   Later, when I was ready to go home, Gail came out to give me a fierce
hug and kiss on the cheek before whispering "Thank you, Jim."

   It was after I'd spent the night with Doris, and we were having
breakfast the next morning that Gail let me know what she'd decided she
wanted to happen: since I was to have Thanksgiving dinner with them (just
over a couple weeks away), she thought it would be good if I spent that
night with her so that if she had any problems, she'd have the weekend to
recover from them.  That was fine with Doris and me, which settled the
matter.  I didn't doubt that there would be other things Gail had in mind,
but figured that Doris would be able to help her with most (if not all) of
them.

   As we got closer to the Fateful Day, I learned that Gail wasn't afraid
to give me some idea of what was in store for me.  When she asked, I said
that it was okay for her to sit on my lap -- and discovered that her cute
little butt felt real nice.  A bit later she put my hand over her breast,
so that I could feel it through the material of the light shirt she had on;
it filled my cupped hand rather nicely, and when she squeezed my hand to
let me know it was okay to do more than just hold it, I learned how
delightfully firm it was.  The pebble of her nipple grew in response to my
gentle and patient investigations, and I heard her breathing quicken as her
body reacted to what I was doing.  Doris saw what was going on, and simply
gave me a smile to let me know she was okay with it.

   Along the way, I was also "forward" enough to give Gail more than the
usual brief little pat on the butt I had before... even going so far as to
squeeze and caress it, pleasing her immensely.

   Gail also contrived to let me see in her in just bra and panties a
couple of times, which didn't hurt my feelings at all.

   When I showed up at their place on Thanksgiving, I barely had time to
get my finger off the bell before the door was opened -- by Gail,
unsurprisingly.

   Once I was inside, Gail informed me that her mother was finishing up in
the kitchen, so she'd be the one to keep me entertained; "I'll just bet you
do, too", I thought to myself, amused.

   We were sitting on the couch with Gail next to me when she took my hand
in hers and told me "I... I'm really glad that you said you'd be the one to
help me learn about sex.  I know you think I'm still kinda young, and that
you had a really hard time deciding.  It means a lot to me that you love me
and care enough about me to do this, and I want you to know that I'm
really, REALLY sure this is what I want.  I'm nervous about later, but I'm
not afraid."

   Putting my hand under her chin, I gently tilted her head up so that I
could give her a soft kiss right on the lips.  Surprised, she locked eyes
with me, and I told her "You don't have to be nervous, sweetheart --
everything's going to be just fine.  And I'm glad you're not afraid,
because there's nothing for you to be afraid about; I'm going to do my very
best to make this as special for you as I can."

   When I was done, I could see from the expression on her face that I'd
said the right things... as I'd tried to.  She was a lot calmer when she
gave me a radiant smile before leaning against me and resting her head on
my shoulder.

   Doris came in a couple of minutes later, and when she saw how happy Gail
was, and how we were sitting, she changed course slightly to take another
seat.  When she looked at me, it was plain as could be that she was
comfortable with seeing us that way, and was glad to see that Gail was so
happy.

   Doris and I talked a little bit as we watched the various parades that
morning... though I doubt that Gail was actually paying much attention to
them.  When it was ready, all of us got up and went in to enjoy the
delicious meal they'd prepared.  I couldn't help noticing that Gail was as
careful not to over-eat as I was; Doris apparently noticed it, too, and
looked amused when I glanced at her.

   After dessert (I limited myself to just one small slice of Doris'
excellent pumpkin pie), it was back into the living room for us; Doris
didn't even pretend that she was going to sit anywhere but by herself,
leaving Gail to nestle herself next to me again.

   Somehow, the three of us made it all the way through one of the football
games before Gail quietly asked me "Jim?  Could... could we go now?"

   "Of course we can, honey."

   With that, the two of us stood up.  I know that Gail and I BOTH looked
at her mother, who only told her "It's okay, dear.  Go ahead, and don't be
nervous -- everything will be just FINE... you'll see."

   Blushing faintly, Gail took my hand and we made our way back to her
room. When we got inside, I saw that it was immaculate -- a truly rare and
memorable condition, since it usually looked like it had been decorated in
Early Tornado.

   Gail released my hand so she could close the door behind us, then moved
to stand in front of me.  Looking up at me, she told me "After you and Mom
talked to me... you know, that night... she took me in to see the doctor --
about getting me started using birth control.  I'm on the Pill, so you
don't have to, um, use anything or, uh, do anything special.  I already
knew a little bit, and Mom talked to me, too, and I'm glad that we don't
have to, you know, do anything extra.  I'd want us to do this anyway, but I
think now it'll be nicer, 'cause it'll just be you and me without having to
worry about the other stuff."

   Tilting my head down, I again kissed her lips before answering "I'm glad
we don't have to worry about the other stuff, too.  I'd do the other, if we
had to; but what I want is to be with YOU -- a hundred percent."

   Gail was pleased by what I said, and reached up to pull my head down
again so that she could be the one to kiss ME on the lips.  After she
released me, she said "For a long time, I... I've wanted to be naked with
you", a bit hesitantly.

   I smiled in reassurance before responding "I'd like that.  How did you
want it to happen?"

   "I want to take your clothes off, then you do mine..."

   My response was to slip my loafers off, then raise my arms in a "Well,
here I am" gesture.  With a smile, Gail reached up for the top button on
the shirt I was wearing.  I saw her hands tremble slightly, but pretended
not to.  She fumbled a little bit with the button for a few seconds, then
took a deep breath before trying again.  Her second attempt went easier and
faster, giving her whatever confidence she needed to continue -- which she
did.  She didn't rush it, but she certainly didn't dawdle, either; it
didn't take her long to have my shirt completely undone and hanging loose.

   Her next considered action was to slip her hands underneath it so that
she could put them on my chest -- accompanied by a soft intake of breath
when she made contact with my skin.  The next minute or two was occupied by
her running her hands across my chest, and even along my sides and across
my belly.  When she was satisfied, she let me help as she slid my shirt off
before she carefully draped it across the back of a chair.  After looking
at my naked torso for a few seconds, her hands went to my belt.  That was
undone in short order, followed by her getting my slacks unfastened.  She
hesitated a moment, swallowed, and got the tab of my fly between her
fingers; after a brief hesitation, she slowly drew it down.  Of course, my
slacks opened up as she did so, revealing my undershorts.  She somehow
managed to take hold of the waist of my pants before gravity took over, and
slowly knelt as she slid them down my legs.  Once they were all the way
down, I calmly stepped out of them; Gail's eyes never left the front of my
undershorts as she set my pants on the same chair that had my shirt.  Her
focus didn't change as she took care of getting my socks off, either.

   Still kneeling in front of me, Gail reached for the waistband of the
last garment keeping me from being completely nude.  Her face showed the
anticipation she felt, while her slightly trembling hands revealed how
nervous she was.

   Once she'd gotten control of my shorts, Gail began to ease them down
slowly -- whether to tease herself, or because of nerves, I'll never know.
When they were low enough that my cock popped free and my balls were
revealed, I heard her gasp in surprise.  It took a couple of seconds before
she remembered what she'd been doing, and she went back to sliding my
briefs down my legs.  Again, her attention didn't waver as she absently set
my last item of clothing on the chair.

   She remained kneeling as she got what I expect was her first real look
at adult male genitalia -- and they seemed to fascinate her.  She moved
around a little bit, looking at me from a variety of angles before finally
extending her hand again.  Her first touch was soft and tentative; when she
tilted her head to look up at me, I just smiled and nodded that it was
okay. Slowly, and carefully, she touched me again, then gradually expanded
her efforts so that she took my length in her hand and lifted it up before
leaning forward slightly so she could look at me more closely.  When she'd
satisfied herself with my cock, she gently held it aside so she could cup
my balls in her other hand, weighing them, before carefully rolling them
between her fingers to learn about the orbs inside.  When she'd satisfied
her initial curiosity, she released me and stood up again.  Still looking
at my package, she softly announced "You're beautiful there..." --
something that didn't hurt my ego in the slightest.

   After she pulled her eyes away, she looked up at me and saw that I'd
been watching her -- and promptly blushed furiously.  I reached out to
caress her cheek as I told her "It's okay, dear.  I know you've never
really seen before, and I don't mind if you want to look or touch -- now,
or any time." That seemed to help relieve her... at least a little bit.

   Perhaps a minute went by before she realized that I was standing there
naked, and she wasn't.  After giving me a bashful smile, she took a step
back and asked "Would... would you be the first man to see me naked, Jim?"

   "I'd like that honor very much", I assured her.

   The dress she had on was a sleeveless one-piece number that flattered
her shape -- and fastened down the front, thankfully.  Moving a little
closer to her, I reached out and got my fingers on the first button. 
Looking into her eyes, I waited until she gave me a small nod, letting me
know that she was sure that it was okay for me to continue.  I took my time
about getting each button undone, and as her dress slowly opened up to
reveal the body underneath, I softly touched my lips to her exposed skin.
First were the upper slopes of her breasts, above the small, light bra she
had on.  Then it was the smooth expanse of her belly, just a little way
below her bust.  I had to lower myself to one knee to continue with opening
her dress, and leaned forward to kiss the cute dimple of her navel; and the
last was applied to her abdomen, just above the brief panties she had on.

   Still on my knee in front of her, I carefully eased my hands underneath
her garment and softly set them on her hips for a bit before gently
caressing the curves of her hips and waist a few times.  Tilting my head
back, I looked up at her and simply told her "Beautiful", earning myself a
pleased smile.

   Standing up again, I helped her get her arms free so that I could put
her dress with my shirt.  Moving behind her, I felt a little relief at
seeing where here bra hooked closed.  I took a few moments to slide my
hands across her shoulders, and then down to include her upper arms.  She'd
let her hair grow a bit longer; I carefully moved it to hang down in front
of her, then gave the junction of her neck and shoulder a soft kiss before
reaching for the closure on her bra.  It was only a few moments work to get
it undone, and then I brought the soft cascade of her pale tresses back to
where I'd found them.  With her bra still covering her bust, I put my hands
on her sides and slowly caressed them for a few seconds before drawing my
hands around and up -- slipping them under the material so I could cup
Gail's breasts in my hands.

   She was faintly trembling, but continued to hold herself where she was
as I enjoyed how warm and firm her breasts were in my hands, and how smooth
they were to my fingertips.  I heard her breath catch in her throat when I
finally settled on investigating her nipples.  I could feel that each peak
was tight and crinkled, and learned that her pencil-diameter nipples were
extended a quarter-inch or more.

   Released my tenuous hold on her mammaries, I slid the shoulder straps of
her bra off, and she helped me slide that item off her arms; a second
later, it was keeping company with the rest of my clothing.

   I lowered myself to one knee behind her before softly sliding my hands
down to I could take the waist of the small panties she was wearing between
my fingers.  Leaning forward, I gave her tailbone a soft kiss before slow
drawing her panties off her hips -- then past the small, tight globes of
her ass, and finally down the deliciously curved and slender lengths of her
legs.  When they were around her ankles, I offered her a hand to steady
herself as she stepped out of them before I set them aside to join her bra.
With nothing to impede the view I had of her, I took a few seconds to enjoy
how incredibly sexy she was.

   Putting my hands on her hips again, it took only a gentle nudge to get
her to turn around and face me -- giving me the opportunity to touch my
lips to her belly, just above the small, narrow strip of her pubic hair,
then again to each of her pale pink nipples before I was standing in front
of her again.  When I opened my arms to her, she happily moved into them so
we could hold each other close.  The feeling of her firm breasts pressed
against me, and faint tickle of her pubic hair, drove home for me just how
much she'd grown since I first saw her.

   When we finally released each other, Gail led the way to her bed, which
had already been turned down.  She hesitated a moment, and I solved her
obvious quandary by picking her up with my arms behind her knees and back,
then setting her down on it.  She looked at me in a mix of embarrassment
and humor as I got myself settled next to her.

   Putting my hand on her belly, I told her "Gail, you said that you wanted
us to be together -- but that's not what I'm here for."

   In response to the look of surprise on her face, I continued "What I'm
here for is to try and make you happy.  If that means that you're not a
virgin when we're done, then I'll be happy with you.  But if it means that
you are still a virgin, because you changed your mind, I'll be just as
happy with you.  Whatever happens between us, however all of this turns
out, I can promise you that I'll be happy when it's over if YOU'RE happy.
That's all that matters to me: that when we leave here, you feel good about
how things turned out.  If you change your mind about wanting us to be
together, that's okay with me.  You don't have to tell me why, or explain
anything -- I can promise you that I won't be upset or unhappy or angry. 
Okay?"

   Gail was silent for a few moments, then told me "I understand what
you're saying, Jim -- and it makes me feel better, knowing that it would
still be okay with you if I wanted to change my mind.  But I really am sure
that this is what I want... to give my virginity to you, and learn about
sex and making love with you."

   I took her hand in mine and brought it to my lips to kiss it.  I
continued to hold it as I told her "Thank you, dear.  I want you to know
something else, too."

   Unworried, she listened closely as I went on "I'm not going to do
anything to try and hurry you, or make anything happen before you're ready.
If you want me to stop, for any reason, just say so; I will, right then...
and wait until you tell me it's okay before I go on.  If there's something
you want to do, you can do it -- you don't have to ask, and I'm not going
to be upset.  If you want ME to do something, I will, and I won't think
there's anything wrong or bad about it or you.  You've never done any of
this before, so I know there are things that you're going to want to find
out... and that's okay.  Sweetheart, I want you to learn things with me
because I know that I'll be as patient and understanding as you need me to
be."

   She nodded her understanding, and I finished by telling her "There are
some things that I think will help you feel good, and I'm going to try
them. If you really don't like them, I'll stop -- but I hope you'll give
them a chance, first.  The same way, I know that there are things that you
probably wouldn't like, and I WON'T be doing any of those.  Okay?"

   Smiling, Gail told me "That's why I wanted to learn about this with you,
Jim -- 'cause I know how much you care for me, and love me.  I really do
trust you to try and help me feel good, and like what we do; and I know
that you aren't going to hurt me, or do anything to make me unhappy.  Like
I said, I'm a little bit nervous because this is all new -- but I'm not
afraid of what's going to happen with us."

   I lowered my head to give her a soft kiss on the forehead before
touching my lips to hers, making it as gentle and caring as I could.  She
didn't hesitate to kiss me back; from the way she responded, I knew that
she trusted me and wasn't afraid.

   We exchanged several more kisses, each one lasting a bit longer and with
us getting more involved.  When I pulled my head back to look into her
face, she told me "I want you to look at me, and... touch me."

   It was a command that I was more than happy to comply with.

   When I sat up next to her, I was roughly even with her waist -- which
made it easy for me to see as much of her as I wanted to.  Her face was
lovely, with its turquoise-blue eyes, slender nose, and slightly full lips.
A graceful neck and delicate shoulders just begged to be nibbled on.  Her
breasts were more rounded than her mother's, with dark pink areolas that
weren't much larger than her pencil-diameter nipples.  A flat belly and
abdomen led my eyes down to the pale narrow strip of her pubic covering;
even sitting up as I was, I could see that though it wasn't particularly
thick, it was soft and lush.  The thighs that bracketed it were trim and
continued into the smooth curves of her calves.  I couldn't see a mark or
blemish anywhere on her healthy light pink skin.

   I looked into Gail's face and quietly told her "Believe me on this:
you're lovely", drawing a pleased smile from her.

   Extending my arm, I softly placed a hand on the outside of her ankle.  I
began to draw my hand upwards slowly, savoring the feel of her warm, smooth
skin under my fingertips.  When I got to her knee, I moved my hand enough
that I was able to caress the inside of her thigh -- then lightly brush
against the wispy mat covering her mons before reaching the expanse of her
abdomen.  I couldn't resist tickling her navel as my touch moved higher,
and got a soft giggle in response.  After circling the base of each of her
breasts, I finished by drawing my fingertips up her throat so I could
tenderly caress her cheek.

   After laying next to her again, I cupped her breast in my hand as I told
her "Thank you for letting me do that.  Your skin is so soft and smooth,
and it was a real pleasure being able to touch it that way."

   "I liked it, too.  But what I like more is the way you're touching me
now."

   Recognizing a hint when clubbed over the head with it, I started doing
more than just hold her firm young mammary in my hand.  As I slowly mapped
every square millimeter of it with my fingertips, I placed several soft
kisses on Gail's face -- each of her cheeks, her eyes, her chin, her
forehead... and finally, her lips again.  Our kiss began to lengthen, and I
readily shifted my hand to the other half of her bust -- and found it to be
just as warm and firm and smooth as its mate.  When my fingertips reached
its summit, they found her areola puckered and her nipple erect.

   The need for oxygen finally broke us up, and I was pleased to see a
faint flush on Gail's face as I listened to her pant softly.  Unashamed,
she told me "It feels way better when you do that than when I do!"

   Smiling, I told her "Now I'm going to do something you can't do at all"
before lowering my head again... and taking the peak of her breast in my
mouth.

   For the next several minutes, I had a dandy time using my lips and
tongue and mouth on the delightful mounds of her breasts: licking, biting
with my lips, gently sucking on them at random places, and just generally
doing whatever I could to tease and please her.  It didn't take long for me
to hear her breathing become more rapid, or for her to start emitting small
noises of pleasure and arousal.  She held my head in her hands, as if there
was any chance that I was going to stop what I was doing any time soon...

   I had both of her nipples erect and glistening with my saliva, and she
was softly moaning almost continuously when I finally stopped my oral
torture of her lovely bust.  I'd softly kissed my way a little distance
down her belly when she lifted my head up to tell me "I... I think I know
what you want to do -- and... and I want to do it to you, too."

   Although a little surprised that she'd want to try anything like that so
soon, I didn't hesitate to tell her "That's fine, sweetheart.  If you'll
get on top of me, we can do it together."

   I could see that she wasn't quite sure what I had in mind, but was
perfectly willing to take my word that it could happen.  After I directed
her to sit up, I lay down, confusing her somewhat.  But when I had her get
to her knees, then move to straddle my head, she understood and readily let
me help her get situated so that we were in the classic "69" position. 
That left me with a view of her that I never thought I'd see: the smooth
firm globes of her bare ass above the exposed mound of her young womanhood.
I saw that the forest on her mound quickly tapered out as it passed the
parentheses formed by her labia; at the top of her cleft, her clitoris was
starting to show itself from underneath it's hood.  Of more immediate
interest to me was the damp entrance to her vagina that I could just barely
make out between her vaginal lips, which were thin and delicate.

   Even as I was trying to memorize the sight of her, I felt Gail take my
penis in her hand, and begin examining it again.  I'd told her she could
look and touch anytime, and didn't say a thing as she went about learning
even more about my penis, then my scrotum and testicles.  Instead, I
occupied myself with caressing her sides and back, and learning what I
could about the globes that made up her cute little ass.

   My hands were filled with her ass, and I was applying soft kisses to
random points on the insides of her silken thighs when Gail apparently
decided that she'd learned enough.  I felt her take my semi-erect penis in
her hand and begin slowly stroking it; a few moments later, there was the
sensation of what could only have been her soft lips kissing the head. 
With her apparently ready to go on, there wasn't a reason in the world for
me to delay any longer about lifting my head and running the tip of my
tongue along her cleft from clitoris to perineum.  She gasped loudly, and
tried to press herself down on my tongue in response.  Admittedly relieved
that she'd had such a positive reaction, I was glad to repeat my efforts...
and even dip my tongue a little farther between her vaginal lips when it
got to her opening -- something that got me my first taste of the delicious
nectar she was starting to produce.  I'd had the faint aroma of her in my
nose for a little while, and the oils that I sampled only confirmed what my
nose had told me: that her essence was light, fresh, and slightly sweet. 
Patiently and carefully, so as to not overwhelm her, I went about doing
what I could to arouse her into producing even more of them.

   As I was starting to learn how soft Gail's pubescent muff felt against
my chin, she was starting to get involved in learning how to orally
stimulate me.  After she'd given the head of my penis a kiss, she'd dared
to give it a brief lick.  Deciding that the taste was acceptable, she'd
gone on to take me into her mouth; while her initial efforts were somewhat
tentative, they were pleasant enough for me that I began to respond to them
-- if slowly.  Gradually, as I reacted more and more to what she was doing,
her actions began to increase in enthusiasm.  With only a very few words of
suggestion from me, it didn't take long for her confidence and willingness
to experiment to rise dramatically.  I suspect that she tried pretty much
anything and everything that popped into her head, leaving me as the
beneficiary of her apparently quite good imagination.  While she didn't
have the talent necessary to bring me to erection quickly, she certainly
had the eagerness to accomplish her goal of getting me erect... eventually.

   The limited pleasure that Gail was bringing me meant that I had enough
time and attention to dedicate myself to pleasuring her.  It didn't take me
long to get the small button of her clitoris to throw back its hood so that
I could tend to it the way I wanted to; just as it was easy enough for me
to tease her velvety soft labia into growing longer and thicker, and her
vaginal opening into releasing more and more of her nectar.  Her steadily
increasing arousal and the sounds of pleasure that she began to make gave
me permission to increase my efforts.  Even with half my cock in her mouth,
she tried to squeal her pleasure the first time I attempted to worm the end
of my tongue through the entrance to her vagina; when I fastened my lips
over her clitoris and sucked on it in time with the way her head was
bobbing on my mostly-erect penis, I thought she was going to deep-throat
me. My attempt to suck the juices out of her had her pressing herself down
onto my face as she released a deep, deep groan.  I didn't have any doubts
that I was making at least that part of her introduction to sex eminently
satisfactory for her.

   I'd succeeded in getting an almost constant trickle of her oils leaking
out of her, and knew that my efforts to slowly bring her to an orgasm were
almost complete: she was so focused on what I was doing to her that she was
frequently forgetting what she wanted to do to ME -- most of her time was
being spent holding still while she had some fraction of my erection
between her lips .  I could feel the tension building in her ass and thighs
as she got closer and closer to her release.

   I licked up the immediately available supply of her nectar, and was
slowly twirling the tip of my tongue around her clitoris when I felt her
pull her mouth off my penis; a second later, I heard her start to make a
faint keening noise as her thighs started to tremble slightly against my
ears.  Knowing that it was about to happen for her, I lightened the
pressure I was applying to her clitoris while increasing the speed that I
was circling it; a few seconds later, I heard her cry out just ahead of her
thighs trying to slam together -- despite the obstruction of having my head
in the way.  Her young body almost convulsed over me before her clitoris
hid under its cloak again.  On the plus side, I discovered that the
clenching inside her vagina was pushing small waves of her essence out,
where I could happily lick them up.  From the way her body tensed each time
I ran my tongue across her opening, I knew that I was prolonging the
pleasure she was experiencing as she lay on top of me.

   Still, her youthful body had its limits; there finally came the time
when there wasn't any more of her nectar for me to consume, and only an
occasional slight tremor ran through her.

   She responded readily enough when I used her name, so that relieved me
of any concern that I might have overdone things; she was able to cooperate
with me as I got her off of me and onto the bed.  Free to move, I got her
sitting up, then moved to where I could take her onto my lap after I was
leaning back against the headboard of her bed.  Holding her against my
chest with her head on my shoulder, I softly caressed her as she got her
breath and energy back.  I knew that she was firmly back among the living
when I heard her say "I've had orgasms and everything when I touched
myself; but I never knew they could be anything as incredible as that! 
What you were doing, you know, with your mouth and tongue... it felt really
good, even at first.  Then it just kept getting better and better, and the
next thing I knew, that happened.  Is... is it going to be like that when
we have sex, too?"

   I gave her a hug and kiss on the shoulder before answering "That
depends. If we can keep from hurting you, and you can enjoy what we're
doing, then there isn't any reason it CAN'T.  But if you're afraid or
nervous or anything like that, then probably not.  I'll do everything I can
to help it happen, but it's really up to you."

   She sat silently for several seconds before telling me "I'm still not
afraid, and I'm not even nervous now.  Even if I don't have orgasms from it
the first time, I still want to be with you because I know that you'll
still make me feel good."

   I gave her another hug, and answered "Thank you for trusting me,
sweetheart", and heard her sigh her contentment.

   It was perhaps a minute later that she started to wriggle around a
little bit on my lap; it took only a moment for me to realize that she
could feel my erect penis nestled along the cleft of her ass.  I addressed
the situation by telling her "Yes, that's me, and yes, I'm still hard."

   I felt her blush, and a few moments later she pulled back from me to
look up and ask "If you're still hard, that means that we can... you know,
make me not a virgin any more?"

   I had to smile as I told her "Yes, that's what it means -- if that's
what you want."

   "I do!", she exclaimed, followed by asking me "What do we do now?  I
mean, I know you're going to be inside me; and from those movies I saw
Daddy watch, I kinda know how, but...", embarrassed.

   "It's okay, honey", I assured her.  "There are three ways that people
usually use when it's a girl's first time.  The easiest one for her is if
the guy is on the bottom, and she's on top.  That way, she can put herself
ON him however fast or slow she wants to, or even back up a little bit. 
Another one is if she's on her hands and knees, and the boy is behind her;
that way, she isn't doing everything, but she can still move if it starts
to hurt, or doesn't feel right to her.  The last one is if the girl is on
the bottom, and the guy is on top of her.  That's probably the most common
one, because that's how most people usually have sex.  That one's good if
the girl absolutely trusts the guy not to hurt her, or if she's afraid she
won't be able to make it happen when it's time to stop being a virgin.  As
much bigger than you as I am, I think it would be easiest and best for you
if we used the first one -- with you on top of me.  But I told you that I
wouldn't hurt you, and I won't, so whichever one of those you like is what
we'll do."

   She had to consider it for only a few seconds before telling me "I think
the first one is best, too.  I know you wouldn't hurt me on purpose, but if
I'm the one on top, then you don't have to worry about it."

   I suspected that she was having something of an attack of nerves now
that it was actually going to happen, but was willing to accept the reason
she'd given at face value -- after all, the whole idea was for her to be
able to have her first sexual experience with as little pain or discomfort
as possible.

   So what I told her was "Thank you, I appreciate that.  Now, if I lay
down, it'll probably be a little easier for you to what you want to; but if
I'm sitting up or leaning back like this, then I can touch you better
afterwards, or even help you while it happens, if you want."

   Pleased, she told me "I'd like you to stay like this -- I want you to be
able to touch me!  Um... what do I do?"

   Cupping her face in my hands, I moved forward enough to give her a soft
kiss on the lips before looking her in the eyes and gently telling her
"Just do whatever you're comfortable with, and doesn't hurt you, honey. 
It'll be easier for you if both of us are slippery, though -- you on the
inside, and me on the outside.  When you're ready, you move so that you're
right over me; you hold my penis where it's supposed to go, and then just
kind of sit down on it -- but only as fast or far as YOU want, right?"

   With a lusty grin, she answered "You betcha!"

   Remembering what else I'd said, she wasn't the slightest bit embarrassed
to reach between her thighs and check that she was (still) wet inside. 
Following that, she took hold of my penis; discovering that it was dry, I
saw her eyes twinkle with humor as she quickly scooted herself back so that
she could lean forward and take me into her mouth again.  After bobbing her
head up and down for a minute or so, she let me slip from her mouth,
leaving me glistening with the saliva she'd left behind.

   She got herself positioned at my hips again, and took hold of my
erection; after she levered it up and got herself positioned against it,
she realized that the angle wasn't quite right.  After she'd moved forward
a bit, she tried it again, and found the results satisfactory.  I put my
hands on her hips, which didn't bother her in the slightest -- all I was
doing was steadying her, without applying any downward pressure.  When she
looked into my face, I told her "I really mean it, Gail -- only as much as
you're comfortable with.  Take your time, and don't hurt yourself.  I'm not
in any hurry, so don't you be.  I'll just wait right here until you're
done, I promise."

   She'd nodded at the appropriate points when I was talking, and graced me
with a small laugh when I was done.

   With nothing left but the deed itself, I was prepared to wait however
long it took for her to either start impaling her fifteen-year-old vagina
on my man-sized cock, or call it off.  Still steadying her with my hands on
her hips, I sat there in silence, watching her.

   Honestly, I was a little surprised at how soon she began to press
herself down on me; I'd thought that she'd have to gather her courage for a
little longer.  From the way she was moving, I got the idea that her first
couple of attempts were more to test herself than with any thought of
actually having anything happen.  The third time she pressed down, I knew
that she really meant to get me inside.

   I could feel myself begin to penetrate her, a little, but I could also
tell that her opening was still too small and tight.  After a few seconds,
she gave up the effort, and raised up a little bit.  A couple of soft
squeezes of her hips got her to look at me so I could tell her "Maybe it'll
help if you don't try to push yourself onto me, and try to LET me in,
instead."

   She nodded her understanding, and after taking a breath, tried it again.
That time, I could feel as she tried to relax herself -- and succeeded in
getting a bit farther onto me before backing off.  She lifted her head to
tell me "It does help... that was a lot easier than last time."

   I smiled and mimed kissing her, making her smile in return.

   Several more tries followed, and it was plain that each one was a little
easier for her -- and each got her that much farther onto my manhood.  She
was making the effort again, and I could tell that I was on the verge of
slipping through her opening when she began to raise up again... only to
reverse direction, and allow herself to almost fall onto my dick.  I not
only slipped through her opening, but into her for perhaps a half inch --
accompanied by a soft cry from her.

   I was trying to lift her off of me when she told me "No, it's okay, Jim.
It only hurt for a second; I was surprised, more than anything else."

   I looked at her reproachfully as I said "Honey, I don't think it had to
hurt at ALL.  The way it felt to me, I'm almost positive it would have
happened the next time; the one after that for certain."

   "Maybe", she conceded, "but now it HAS happened -- you're inside me...
and it feels good!"

   I muttered something about impetuous youth under my breath before
answering "Okay, fine, I'm in you, and it feels good.  Now, take it easy
for a bit, will you, before you go on?"

   The tone of voice I used must have let her know that I wasn't
particularly happy about what she'd done.  I could hear the contrition in
her voice when she answered "I will... honest.  I could tell it was close,
too, and I just wanted it to happen, was all."

   To let her know that I wasn't upset or angry, I took her into my arms
and hugged her before telling her "I can understand that.  I just wish you
hadn't been in so much of a hurry and gotten hurt, is all."

   "I'm sorry, Jim.  I'll go slower from now on, I promise", she answered.

   After giving her a kiss so she'd know she was forgiven, I released her
to sit up again.  I readily took advantage of the opportunity to get my
hands on her again, from her knees to her shoulders, and paying extra
attention to her tight little ass and lovely breasts.  The expression on
her face told me that what I was doing pleased her -- not only physically,
but in her heart.

   After a few minutes, she was ready to continue.  With my cock firmly
embedded between her labia, she was able to lean forward and support
herself on her arms.  That brought her close enough that I could lift my
head and get my mouth on her nipples.  With my mouth at her breasts and my
hands on her ass, Gail began to press herself down on me again... slowly
and carefully, as she'd promised.  She would settle herself onto me a
little ways, pause for a bit, then raise up to make sure we stayed
lubricated before lowering herself a bit farther.  She got as far as having
half my cock inside before I had to lower my head from her mammaries. 
Looking between us, I could see how tightly her labia were wrapped around
my penis; when she raised up, I saw something that surprised me.

   A few seconds later, Gail realized that I was looking at her intently;
baffled, she asked me "What?  Why are you looking at me like that?"

   Reaching between us, I ran my finger along the line where we were joined
before showing it to her.  Seeing the traces of blood I'd seen, she looked
at me in surprise as she said "I didn't know.  All I felt was that little
bit of pain at first -- it only lasted a second, and there hasn't been
anything else since then!"

   Looking at her closely, it was easy to see that she was as surprised by
what I'd shown her as I'd been to see it.  It took only a moment for me to
decide that if it hadn't bothered her that much when it had happened, there
wasn't anything for me to say about it after the fact.  All I could do was
tell her "As long as you're okay now, I guess it doesn't matter, does it?"

   Smiling at me, she answered "I'm okay, really -- better, even, 'cause it
feels better and better the more I get you in me!"

   Hearing that, I reached up to cup her breasts in my hands and run my
thumbs over her nipples; a moment later, Gail pressed herself down on me
again, a broad smile on her face.

   Several minutes later, Gail's firm ass settled onto the tops of my
thighs.  Realizing that I was fully inside her, she closed her eyes before
softly saying "Oh, god, this feels so good!"

   As Gail held herself still on me, plainly enjoying the feel of being
filled in a way she'd never been before, I was glad that she wasn't moving.
With all but a small fraction of an inch of my manhood encased by her
sheath, I was experiencing just how wonderful she felt inside -- not just
tight, but also wet, and warm (almost hot, even).  I wasn't in any danger
of climaxing just from having her on me, but she felt good enough that I
welcomed the absence of additional stimulation.  By the time Gail opened
her eyes again, I was ready for what I knew was next: one or both of us
getting my hard penis moving in her.

   Looking down at me, Gail's expression only emphasized her words as she
told me "I thought that it would feel good, having a guy in me... but I
never even dreamed it could feel like this.  It's like now I understand why
I'm a girl -- it feels so good, and so right!"

   With my hands on her hips, I asked her "You're ready to find out what
the rest of it is like, then?"

   The blank look on her face amused me, but not as much as the look she
got when I managed to arch my hips down a little bit, sliding perhaps half
an inch of my erection out of her before easing it back in again.  That
small gesture made her realize that all she'd done thus far had been simply
get herself wrapped around me; there was still the actual having sex part
for her to experience.

   There was a look of eager anticipation on her face as she slowly lifted
herself up, stopping only when the tight ring of her opening was clamped
around me, just behind the glans of my penis.  As she started to lower
herself again, her eyes widened as she experienced being filled with hard
cock in a single long motion.  Once her ass was touching my legs again, it
didn't take her but a moment to repeat her efforts; the second pass was
accompanied by a soft moan from her.  After that, she was in almost
constant motion as she repeatedly impaled herself on me.

   Some of her movements were slow and languorous; other times, she would
delight in spending some time making smaller and faster motions that
plainly aroused her.  She went on to find out what it felt like when she
moved on me at different angles, and in different ways -- leaning back as
she slid herself on and off my member, or holding her body steady as she
tried just moving her hips and pelvis in different ways.  All in all, it
was a pleasant experience for BOTH of us.

   By the time Gail was finished with her different "experiments", I could
see that she was starting to get a little tired.  Happy, but still tired.

   Taking her into my arms again, I gave her a kiss before asking "It looks
like you're getting tired.  Think you'd be okay with letting me take care
of things for a while?"

   Panting slightly, she smiled at me and nodded before answering "Yeah,
I'd like that."

   Holding her with one arm, I was able to move forward and get my legs
under me before gently setting her on the bed.  She looked up at me in
absolute trust, knowing that not only wasn't I going to do anything to hurt
her, there was a damn good chance that I was going to make her feel even
better than she had already.  I lowered my head so the two of us could
exchange several kisses before I started moving in her.

   My first thrust into her was slow and stately, intended to make sure
that she was okay with having me as the active one.  The way she arched her
pelvis up in welcome to my advance easily resolved that question.  A few
more cycles of gently pistoning in and out of her ensured that the two of
us were sufficiently lubricated, and that she wasn't having any problems.
After that, I simply kept going -- slow and easy at first, then gradually
increasing my efforts so that she'd have ample opportunity to let me know
if I was doing more than she was comfortable with.  To my surprise, I was
eventually able to cycle myself in and out of her much as I would a
full-grown woman... though I remained careful not to thrust myself into her
too hard.

   As I got into a comfortable rhythm of sliding myself through her tight
opening, Gail not only spread her legs and brought her knees up to open
herself to me as much as she could, she went on to try and wrap her legs
around my waist.  She failed in that last endeavor only because of her
smaller size, and had to satisfy herself with locking her ankles behind my
back.

   Warm and wet and tight as she was, the addition of Gail's enthusiasm as
she pressed herself up in response to each of my thrusts only added to the
pleasure and excitement I felt.  With her being so much shorter than I was,
I couldn't lower my head to kiss her, or suck on her nipples the way I
wanted to; I had to be satisfied with the sight of her squeezing her
breasts, and softly pinching and pulling on her nipples as she gave voice
to the pleasure that she was feeling.

   Even though she said that she wouldn't mind if she didn't have an orgasm
the first time, I still wanted to bring her as much pleasure as I could. 
The problem was that she was proving to be a lot more stimulating than I'd
thought she'd be; I was starting to feel the first faint twinges that
signified I was starting down the path of my own release much sooner than I
wanted -- and there didn't seem to be a damn thing I could do about it:
when I tried to slow down a little bit, Gail started making little noises
of frustration that I wasn't moving in her the way she wanted me to.  In
fact, if I tried to do anything that would put off my climax, it reduced
her enjoyment of what we were doing.  I finally had to reconcile myself to
the fact that I was going to fill her with my cum before she had her first
coital orgasm.  Once I accepted that basic truth, I simply continued to
piston myself in and out of her -- not trying to put off my release, but
not giving in to letting it happen any sooner than I had to, either.

   As I got closer and closer, I was moving in her more and more quickly...
and somehow managed to keep from entering her too hard in the process. 
Even when I knew my next thrust would be my last, I restrained myself to
simply trying to see how much of my cock I could get into her.

   Before the second wad of my cum could erupt from me, I heard Gail cry
out.  Her vagina got incredibly tight around me, then went through a kind
of fluttering as it relaxed around me before clenching the length of my
penis again.  The sensation was enough to dramatically increase the
intensity of my own release.  Only afterwards did I realize that she'd had
an orgasm, though only a small one (for her).

   After I'd emptied myself in her, it was all I could do to hold my body
over hers so that I didn't crush her with my weight.  Letting my head hang
down, I could hear her panting nearly as hard as I was.  Due to her youth
and resilience, she was the first of us to recover enough to move; the
first thing she did was try to wrap her arms around me and shower as much
of me as she could get to with kisses while thanking me and trying to tell
me how good I'd made her feel.  By the time I got my breath back, she'd
mostly settled down again; I only had to tell her that she was welcome and
that I was glad for her a half-dozen times or so before she released her
hold on me and fell silent.

   With something approximating two-way communication possible again, the
first thing I did was ask her if it would be okay if I let a little more of
my weight rest on her.  She immediately assured me that was fine, and
waited until I wasn't supporting so much of myself before telling me "Oh,
that was so wonderful!  It felt so good having you inside me and moving
like that, I didn't want you to stop EVER, and then you started moving in
me faster and faster, and when I knew that you were going to climax because
I was making YOU feel good, it made me feel so... so... special, even
though I thought I was going to miss out on having another orgasm, and that
was okay because you gave me one before and you were making me FEEL so good
and everything -- and then I could feel you start to shoot your stuff in
me, and I had a climax anyway, even if it wasn't as big as the other one I
had with you, it still felt so good, knowing that I could make you happy
like that after you made me feel so good."

   How she got all of that out in a single breath, I'll likely never know.
I was spared having to try to respond by the feeling of my penis pulling
free of her; she was tight enough inside that her vagina essentially forced
the blood out of my cock, then practically pushed me out.  I started to
move so that she could get up if she wanted, and she immediately told me
"No, you don't have to move -- I like having you on me like this!"

   "It's going to make a mess", I tried to caution her, but she wasn't
having any; she simply told me "I don't care!  I've got more sheets, and
it's no trouble to change them.  I'd rather have you stay with me -- and
maybe move down a little bit, so we can kiss and stuff."

   So all I did was ease myself down her body a little ways to get our
heads more-or-less even, so that we could kiss and stuff.  The kissing was
a big part of it, but Gail seemed to get a lot of mileage out of being able
to hug me when she felt like it (fairly often), too.

   I found myself being impressed with how long she was willing to lay
there with me.  I knew that my cum was leaking out of her, and that her
nether regions had to be getting cold and sticky -- never mind the wet spot
I figured she was laying on.  It was quite a while before she finally
suggested that we could go to "her" bathroom (separate from her room, but
the only other one in the place) for a shower... together, if that was okay
with me.  I conceded that I wouldn't mind showering with her, much to her
delight, and the two of us finally got out of bed.  When I saw the
serving-dish-sized wet place she'd been laying in, I couldn't help but
wonder how much of it was my contribution, and how much was hers...

   We didn't bother putting anything on for our trip to the bathroom since
it was just across the hall.  Inside, she was adamant that I simply sit on
the commode while she got the shower started and temperature adjusted. 
When she was satisfied that everything was ready, she took me by the hand
and led me into the spray.  The first order of business was her insistence
that she had to get me clean -- something that I enjoyed the hell out of.
Then I got to have even MORE fun by demanding the right to wash her; she
didn't object, that I noticed.

   As we were drying off, there was a light knock at the door.  A moment
later, we heard Doris tell us "I thought you might like something to eat
and drink.  There's some pie and drinks on a tray out here."

   I spoke up to thank her, and she just answered "Just let me know if
there's anything you need or want, and I'll take care of it."

   When we were ready to go back to Gail's room, I was the one to bring the
tray with us -- in addition to slices of pumpkin pie, there were carafes of
coffee and milk, and cups to drink from.

   I helped Gail change her bedding before the two of us got ourselves
propped against the headboard while we refueled.

   After we'd topped up our energy levels, I put on a pair of shorts and
left to take the tray back into the kitchen.  Doris came in right behind
me, and waited until I'd turned around before asking "Is she okay?"

   I just smiled as I answered "She's fine.  She said it only hurt for a
moment, and she was right enthusiastic.  I dunno where she gets that from."

   Doris grinned, and told me "I heard her once, and it didn't sound like
she was hurt, but thought I'd check."

   "That was probably when I helped her have an orgasm to try and help make
it easier for her later."

   "Well, like I said, I just wanted to make sure.  Go on back in there,
and take good care of my baby, okay?" Doris told me, with a smile.

   I just smiled back, and nodded before making my way back to Gail's room.
Once I was seated next to her again, she wanted to know what took me so
long; I told her about the brief conversation I'd had with her mother,
which she decided was okay.

   After a bit, she decided she wanted the two of us to lay down; she
spooned against my front, and moved my hand to her breast when I draped my
arm across her waist.  For the next little while, the two of us just talked
while I caressed the mammary in my hand and toyed with its nipple.  She got
somewhat animated about some of the things that we talked about, and the
movement of her ass where it was touching my cock eventually began to have
an effect.  A little later, she realized that I was responding to the
contact -- and calmly proceeded to start deliberately trying to arouse me
again.  That only prompted me to reciprocate; the next thing I knew, we
were again engaged in a pleasant session of "69".

   Of course, that led into other things -- well, one, anyway.  She wanted
us to start out with me on top of her; that lasted until she orgasmed. 
Then she agreed to having me behind her while she was on her hands and
knees, which got her through two more.  We finished with her happily
bouncing her way to a climax that stimulated me into filling her with my
cum again.  She was content to just lay on me and let me caress her body
(and play with her ass) until we discovered that we were getting glued
together... something that amused and embarrassed her, by turns.  Another
fun shower together, and we were ready to finally get some sleep.

   The next morning, Gail discovered that the experience hadn't been
entirely without cost for her: she was a bit sore in a particular area. 
She was adamant that whatever discomfort she was experiencing was more than
made up for by her experiences of the previous evening -- and that she was
eagerly looking forward to when I could spend the night with her again.

   All Doris needed was to see how happy and contented Gail was; she never
said a word to me about that night, or any of the ones that followed.

   For the next few months, I ended up spending about a quarter of my
nights at their place with Gail.  She was an eager and enthusiastic lover,
willing to try about anything I suggested, or offer up her own ideas.  It
didn't take long for her to learn to give truly outstanding oral sex; I had
fun learning how I could best arouse her using just my mouth.  Things even
got to the point that I was willing to "let go" a little more with her, and
make love with her with almost the same enthusiasm as I would any other
woman.

   Neither Gail nor Doris ever indicated any interest in what I might be
doing with the other one, nor did they ever exhibit any jealousy of each
other.  It became common for one or both of them to wear little or nothing
when I was at their place; nor did who I was going to spend the night with
make any difference -- Gail might be nude when I was going to share Doris'
bed, or Doris might opt to go topless even if I was spending the night with
Gail.  It certainly made MY life more enjoyable, since neither of them
objected in the slightest to whatever fondling or molesting I did,
regardless of who's "night" it was.

   It was coming up on the end of the school year when the school got back
the results of a series of aptitude tests all the students had taken. 
Doris and I were stunned to learn that Gail scored nearly off the chart in
math skills; her grades in that subject had always been good, but not
particularly noteworthy.  After a lengthy discussion of the situation with
her, we learned that Gail's grades had been a direct result of being bored
to tears in regular math classes: by the time the teachers had gone over
something the third time for the rest of the class, she'd lost interest and
gone on to do something else to keep herself occupied.

   It was suggested that Gail should be in a more "targeted" environment,
which Doris was more than willing to do.  The only problem was that the
nearest school that could handle Gail's math talents was in a town nearly
two hundred miles away -- something that had both of them in anguish until
I told them that as much as I'd miss them, the important thing was Gail's
education.  And just to make my point, I went on to tell them that if they
stayed and threw away the one-in-a-million chance to get Gail into the
proper environment, it would upset me so bad that I wouldn't want anything
to do with them anyway... so they might as well go.  I was mostly bluffing,
but they didn't know that; the threat itself was enough to make them
realize what kind of opportunity was being handed to them.  With a lot of
tears and hugs, and after a final bout of lovemaking with each of them,
they left in late summer so that Gail could start the next academic year in
the new school.

   That was several years ago.  Both of them have taken the time to keep me
informed on how things are going for them:

   Gail got her Doctorate with a thesis on something called "chaos theory",
which she explained to me well enough for me to understand that it's way
past my meager math skills.

   Doris found a new job, and learned that she really got along well with
one of her co-workers.  The two of them eventually became something of an
item, and the expectation is that they'll be getting married before long.

   I'm still driving a cab, and giving rides to the shelter to women that
need them -- and remembering a particular woman and her little girl...
   

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