I've been a cabbie for a number of years after dropping out of college while trying to get a degree in Philosophy.
Driving a hack, I've gotten my share of offers from various passengers – in addition to those from the usual assortment of pimps, hookers, dealers, and other underworld denizens. Then, too, I've gotten some that seemed to come out of nowhere, and were so unusual that there was simply no forgetting them.
It was shortly after school let out one year, and I had occasion to pick up three generations of women from the train station. No biggie, and I got headed for their hotel pretty much like I do for everyone. Along the way, they asked me about some of the local sights and tourist attractions, and I answered them. I also offered a couple of suggestions about some other places they might want to see, and they seemed to appreciate it. When we got to where they were staying, I helped with their luggage like I usually do, and got my usual decent tip. I was one of the best cabbies in town, simply because I did do stuff like that – along with being a good driver, consistently helpful and friendly, and maintaining a professional appearance.
The days that followed, though, these three – a girl about sixteen, I figured, her mother, and grandmother – kept asking for me explicitly when they needed a ride from point 'A' to point 'B'. Apparently, they liked me, and were perfectly willing to chat with me about different things as I took them to where they wanted to go. The grandmother (Beth) and mother (Ellen) were the most sociable and talkative; the daughter (Carol) not so much – there seemed to be something going on with her that the other two were trying to work on, but without saying anything.
I got along with them well enough, even, that they offered to treat me to lunch one day. I tried to beg off, but they were insistent enough about it that I finally gave in and took them to a place that I knew that served good food at reasonable prices. It was while we were eating that I learned that Ellen's husband had died in an accident caused by a drunk driver when Carol was just 10, and that she and Carol were able to have a comfortable (but certainly not lavish) life because of the insurance he'd had and the money they'd gotten from the claim against the other driver. I also learned that Carol had never been in any kind of trouble, was a straight 'A' student, and wanted to go on to college and become a teacher – preferably in one of the sciences. Beth's husband had died of a stroke just a couple of years before.
As I sat there at the table with them, I could easily see that they were all related, and it didn't take me long to decide that all three of them were more than passingly attractive. Beth, the oldest, was just starting to show her age – but doing so with class and a simple attractiveness. It wasn't difficult to imagine what she'd looked like when she was younger, and I didn't doubt that she'd pretty much had her pick of guys to go out with.
Beth shared her mothers basic good looks, but in a slightly different way; while not 'pretty', she had a kind of handsomeness that would stay with her well into old age. She was also doing a fine job of being middle-aged: there didn't look to be ten extra pounds on her anywhere, her skin was still smooth, and she had a shape that I noticed more than a few men (including some younger ones) appreciating.
Despite the faint 'attitude' she was packing around, Carol was a looker in her own right: the smooth, soft skin of her age and a trim (but not thin) figure, coupled with being a trifle more buxom than her mother, made her real easy and fun to look at. All three of them had lovely brown hair, simply styled, and soft brown eyes. I could only hope that the woman that I settled down with would look as good…
Of course, the three of them (Beth and Ellen more than Carol) wanted to know something about me, too, so I had to explain to them how and why I'd dropped out of college to start driving cabs. Beth didn't seem to quite know how to deal with it, while Ellen gave every indication of understanding my motives while not necessarily agreeing with them. Carol was the only one that indicated that she really understood. After we'd finished eating, I drove them to their next destination before finding a spot where I was likely to pick up my next fare.
We pretty much went through the same routine the next day, and then the day after that. Though I felt kind of spoiled by their interest and attention, I didn't take it (or them) for granted even a little bit. So when I didn't hear anything from or about them the next day, I was still ready to take care of getting my own lunch – and was about to do so when I got a call to pick someone up at their hotel. When I got there, I was surprised when Ellen was the only one waiting for me; I'd pretty much gotten the idea that wherever one of them went, all of them went. But my job is driving a cab, so after I'd gotten her into the back seat and myself behind the wheel, I asked here "Where am I taking you, Ellen?"
"We're going to whatever place you know that's fairly quiet at lunch. There's something I need to talk to you about, and I'd feel better if it was someplace where nobody could or would hear what I have to say."
Trying to lighten the mood at least a little bit, I responded "Sounds serious…"
She didn't even crack a smile; she simply said "Believe me, it is."
I considered it for a few moments before putting my rig into gear and getting us moving – I knew the waitresses at a place that even though it was generally fairly busy during lunch, they could get us a spot that was as quiet and private as Ellen had said she wanted. That proved to be the case, and Ellen and I had both ordered and gotten our drinks (tea for both of us) when Ellen told me "I expect that you've noticed that Carol hasn't exactly been thrilled while we've all been here."
I answered "Yeah, I have. It seemed like you and Beth had something going on with her, but I didn't figure it was any of my business."
She released a half-laugh before she told me "Well, that was true – right up until last night."
Seeing the confusion on my face, she went on to tell me "I need to give you a little background, so you can understand the problem I have, and why I've come to you with it."
I told her to go ahead, and she did:
"All three of us – Mother, me, and Carol – have always been close. When I was growing up, I was always able to go to Mother about anything: a question, a problem, just someone to talk to while I got something straight in my mind, or whatever; and I was always there for Carol the same way. After her father died, I think I was the only person she felt she could count on and we became even closer. That continued even after she hit puberty and started developing physically; when she started going out with boys, she wasn't afraid to come and talk to me about what happened on her dates. Whether it was to try and find out what he was thinking when some boy did something stupid, or how she felt about it when she started being intimate with them, I always knew what was going on with her. At least, I knew up until a couple of months ago, when she suddenly stopped coming to me. I wasn't foolish enough to think that nothing was going on with her; I just figured that she needed a little time to get used to whatever it was before she could talk to me about it. I let her know several times that I was there if she wanted to talk, but I was careful not to get even a little bit pushy or inquiring. It was nearly a month before she finally told me what was happening: some of the people she knew at school had found out that she was still a virgin, and started making a MAJOR deal out of it. Not just harassing Carol, but telling other people about it, too. I'm sure you remember how much pressure there was in middle and high school to 'fit in', and not stand out from the crowd too much. Well, let me tell you, it's apparently even worse now than it was then – and to be singled out for something like that, AND having everyone talking about her because of it, almost destroyed her. From what she told me, she even briefly considered running away as a way to get away from all of it before she settled on doing something else."
"What was that?" I asked.
"She told me that she'd decided to stop being a virgin. At first I couldn't imagine what she was talking about, and she finally told me what she'd settled on: simply figure out which of the boys at school she thought would be acceptable, and start letting him have sex with her – knowing that he'd tell his friends what was happening, and that all the ones that had been harassing her would hear about it. She thought that once they knew she'd lost her virginity, and to who, they wouldn't have any reason to bother her. Needless to say, I was considerably less than enthusiastic about the idea, and somehow managed to get her to put it off for a little while; I expected that the whole thing would simply blow over before much longer. That didn't prove to be the case, and it was just a couple of weeks ago when she told me that she figured she needed to do it anyway. I made up this trip with the three of us to use as a reason for her to wait again, and she eventually agreed to it. Then I had to talk to Mother and explain what all had been happening, and what I'd said and done. She wasn't real happy about the situation either, but agreed that I'd done the best I could and started trying to help get through to Carol that her idea of a cure was as bad, or worse, than the disease – which is another reason we've given her for not following through with her plan: she's had the health classes in school, and we've reminded her of just how bad some of the things she could end up catching could be. But the idea of maybe getting infected with an STD doesn't stand up very well against all the other nonsense she's already experienced. She hasn't argued with us about it, or acted up, or anything else; it's just that nothing we've said or done has changed her mind any."
"Until last night", I prompted.
"That's right. I was getting ready to go to bed last night when she came to me and said that she didn't think that she wanted to lose her virginity to one of the boys at school. When I asked her to tell me what she meant, she said that she'd been thinking everything over the last couple of days, and decided that some of what Mother and I have said to her was right. I was considerably relieved until she told me that she still wanted to lose her virginity, just not with one of the boys at school – that she wanted it to be with someone that really knew what they were doing. We started talking about it, and when Mother heard us, she joined in. All three of us were up past midnight, going back and forth and explaining and questioning and everything else until all of us knew where the others stood on all of it. After that, I was up until nearly four this morning, thinking about everything: what I wanted for her, what I wanted from her, what I was and wasn't willing to do, and all the rest."
"And you wanted to talk to me about this because…?" I asked, figuring she (or they) just wanted an outside opinion, or something.
Instead, the answer I got back left me stunned: "Because Carol has decided that she wants to give herself to you for her first time."
I took me a while to get my thoughts together enough to ask "Why me? And isn't there something else you can do, like send her to a different school or something?"
From the tone of voice I used, Ellen must have understood that I was hardly agreeable to the idea, and told me "You because of what you told us about yourself that first time you had lunch with us. Carol figures that somebody that had enough sense to figure out that what they were learning in college was gibberish and had the courage and integrity to drop out so they could try and use what they had learned was the kind of person that would treat her right. last night, when she explained it to me – saying a whole lot more than I just did – I understood what she was saying, and had to admit to myself that she had a point… at least, in the abstract. Sitting in front of you now, it's not so easy to deal with – but I still understand what she said. As for the other… we live in an area that isn't quite rural. There isn't another school for her to go to that isn't at least a two hour commute each way. And from what I've heard from some of my friends, some of the kids at even those schools have at least heard about what's happening, even if they don't actually know Carol's name yet. We've also considered home-schooling Carol, and a number of other things – including getting lawyers involved. But it seems that everything we've thought of has something about it that makes it unworkable. Believe me on this: I've looked into every idea I've had that has been good, bad, or indifferent to try and find a way out of this for the last two months. After last night, this is the only thing that I think even might work. Do you think I'd be sitting here telling you that my sixteen-year-old daughter – seventeen in a couple of months, if that helps you any – wants to go to bed with you if I had any kind of alternative?"
When she put it that way, I had to figure that if me boffing her daughter was the solution, then she had a real problem.
About that time, our food showed up. By unspoken agreement, we set that subject aside as we ate. It was after the table had been cleared that we picked up where we'd left off. Ellen got things going by telling me "As much of a shock as it was for you to hear what I said before, I've got to tell you the rest of it, too."
Seeing that she had my full attention again, Ellen went on to say "Carol understands that she literally doesn't know what she doesn't know – that is, despite the talks we've had, the things she's read and seen, and all the rest, she doesn't have any direct and personal knowledge of sex itself." Visibly embarrassed, Ellen continued "I even got a porno movie that one of my friends husbands had for her to watch, so she would have at least some idea of what was involved. It apparently also made her realize that she was going to have to be careful about who she was with so that she wasn't hurt; at least, no more than necessary. So after she said that she wanted to give herself to YOU, and I said that she wouldn't know any more about being with you than one of the boys from school, and that she'd likely be even more nervous and everything, she said that she'd thought of that – and wanted my help with it. Of course, I had to ask what she meant."
Ellen got even more embarrassed then, and fell silent. When she didn't say anything for a little while, I finally had to ask "And what DID she mean?"
Blushing furiously, Ellen made a couple of false starts before taking a deep breath and telling me "She wanted me to be there, too. And specifically, for me to go first so she could see if you would be as considerate as she needed, and then stay in case you were different with her or she needed any kind of help or encouragement. She knows that there haven't been any men in my life since her father died, so she figures that I'd need the same things to be with A man as she would for ANY man: someone that could be patient and considerate and supportive with a female that was nervous and more than a little embarrassed to be with someone she didn't know particularly well. Believe me, I was even more shocked to hear that from her than you are to hear it from me. My first response was simply to refuse – if she wants to stop being a virgin, that's ultimately HER choice; I'm not about to start jumping into bed with men I hardly know just because of her problems. As you might imagine, there was no small amount of… discussion on the matter before it became simple and clear-cut: if she's to be with you, then I'm there, too, and go first. If it isn't you, or I'm not present, then she's perfectly willing to follow through with her original plan when we get home. She's decided that if she can't have it happen 'right', then she'll just do what she thinks she has to – it's everything or nothing, as far as she's concerned."
"What do you think about it?"
She took a few moments to compose herself before telling me "She's my daughter, and I love her – no matter HOW crazy she's making me. I can even understand what she's saying, after a fashion. There's a reason there hasn't been a man in my life since her father died: I loved him very, very much, and he loved me. Both of us – he and I, I mean – enjoyed our intimate times together; if it wasn't for a problem I had when I was pregnant with Carol, we'd likely have had several more children. After he was gone, I simply didn't think that I'd ever meet anyone that really loved me the way he did, and I wasn't enthralled with the idea of casual sex."
"But…?"
"But while I was thinking last night, after we'd all talked ourselves out, I started thinking about what I know about you – what you've told us about yourself, and what I've seen and heard while we've been around you. And I figured that you didn't seem to be someone that would be with a woman simply for the purpose of getting intimate with her; that you're too ethical and conscientious for anything like that. I had to conclude that if you were with a woman, it would because there was at least some kind of affection and bond between you and her. And I realized that even though that wasn't as much as I might want, either for Carol or myself, it was almost certainly enough. As embarrassing as it is to admit, I have missed being with a man and having to tend to my own needs. Essentially, I think that you could not only take proper care with Carol, but ME, as well."
"And Beth?"
"She doesn't like it – any of it. She definitely doesn't approve of what Carol has said, or the idea of my involvement. But she hasn't been able to offer up any alternatives, either; as bad as this is, it seems to be the only thingwe can do. Thankfully, she's been content to tell us she doesn't approve, and leave it at that."
"So if I were to agree to what Carol wants, you would be there, and a participant, too?"
Blushing, Ellen answered "Yes, that's right."
"Why would you agree to something like that?" I had to know.
"Please understand me, Jim: I love my daughter. If it meant saving her, I'd give her my own heart. I'm absolutely disgusted that things have gotten to this point, and why – but they have, and none of the three of us has come up with any other way of addressing the situation. The last thing in the world that I need or want is for my daughter to watch me having sex, or be there when she is. But I'm facing the choice of having my daughter essentially becoming a semen repository after having what I suspect would be the worst experience of her life, or setting aside my own foibles in the interest of seeing to it that the solution she's come up with for a problem she has doesn't hurt her and mess up the rest of her life. You're the one that has studied philosophy… tell me, what's the answer? If there's another solution, what is it?"
When I didn't have anything to say, Ellen told me "I can only imagine what you must think about all this. As bad as it is for me, I'm still her mother, and have been there as we were getting to this point. You've just listened to me dump all this in your lap over lunch, with absolutely no clue it was coming. I don't doubt that you're going to want some time to think about all of this before you give me – us! – any kind of answer, and Carol knows it, too. I've got a hundred dollars cash in my purse that I'm willing to give you right now, to keep regardless of what you decide: I know that if you have to say 'no', it would be… awkward for all of us to see each other again, and I don't want you to be out any income because of something like this."
"You're right about it being awkward, but the money isn't necessary. Yes, I do have to think about it – but I'll make my decision for my own reasons that won't be financial." Somehow, that last bit seemed to reassure her for some reason before I continued "When do you need an answer?"
"We were thinking of heading home Saturday" – it was then Thursday – "but we wouldn't have any problem with making it a few days later, instead."
After considering it, I told her "Okay. I'll have an answer for you, one way or the other, by early tomorrow afternoon – say, before two o'clock."
She nodded her understanding, and I told her "If you're ready, then, I can get you back to the hotel – or anyplace else you want to go."
"No, the hotel is fine", she assured me before digging into her purse and pulling out enough money to cover our meal and a tip for our server. Once we were back out in my rig, I didn't bother dropping the flag for the ride back to their hotel; once we got there, it wasn't until she offered me a twenty for the ride out that I realized what I'd done. I thanked her, and asked what room number I should ask for when I called. She told me, and after telling me "Thank you, Jim. It's been a pleasure meeting and getting to know you, and even if you have to say 'no', I want you to know that you've still been a big help", she turned and went into the lobby.
Needless to say, I was considerably distracted the rest of my shift. Once I got home, I fixed myself a quick meal so that I'd have more time to really think about what I'd heard, and they wanted. Once I'd gotten myself parked in my 'reading' chair, I spent the entire evening there with my cat Demosthenes in my lap as I considered what had been said to (and asked of) me. It was later than usual when I finally went to bed… and even then, it took a while for me to get to sleep.
Having pretty much decided what to do the previous evening, I still spent the next morning going over it again to try and see if there was anything I was leaving out, including when it wasn't necessary, or mis-judging. Lunch was by myself, and on my own dime.
I caught a fare right afterward, so it was coming up on the deadline I'd given her when I finally got the chance to make the call. I have to admit that I felt a certain amount of relief when it was Ellen that answered the phone.
After identifying myself, I told her "As I promised, I'm calling to let you know what I decided. I expect you can appreciate that it wasn't easy – but I finally decided that I'm generally agreeable." I heard her soft gasp, and went on to say "We have some details to work out, of course, but they shouldn't be difficult. There are also a couple of things that I'd like to see happen, but they aren't strictly necessary."
"We'll be happy to do what we can, of course. When and where would you like to get together?"
"I've thought about that, and would like to invite you – and Carol – to have dinner at my place, if that's acceptable."
I could tell that she was a bit taken aback, but it took only a moment for her to answer "That would be fine, Jim. What time?"
"How about if I pick you up at the hotel about six? If that's too early, later would be fine with me, too. And to put your mind at ease, I'm just thinking it would help if both of you got to know me a little better."
I could hear a trace of relief in her voice when she replied "I think six would be fine. We'll be waiting."
"I'll see you then", I said, before ending the connection. I planned to knock off a little early, so picking them up at six would give me time to get home, clean up, and change clothes without making supper too late.
The rest of my day went pretty much as usual, and I didn't have any trouble making it to their hotel to pick them up in my personal vehicle. I saw that both of them were a little surprised at the change, but pleasantly so. It was also clear that both of them were a bit nervous and uncertain – understandable, of course. Both of them were dressed nicely, though casual: Ellen was in a blouse and skirt that flattered her figure and showed a good measure of a pair of very nice legs; Carol had opted for a simple one-piece dress that accomplished the same things. After I'd opened the passenger-side doors for them, Carol didn't hesitate to take a seat in the back, which left Ellen up front with me. The ride to my place was mostly quiet, with only a few innocuous comments between all of us.
Once they were inside my apartment, I could tell that it wasn't anything like what they'd expected when they saw that it was neat and clean, somewhat sparsely appointed with good quality furniture, and nicely decorated. Both were visibly surprised to see the bookshelves in my living room – all of the longest wall was floor-to-ceiling, and full. Demosthenes turned up to greet them, and as Carol was holding him and rubbing his ear, I got Ellen a bit off to the side to tell her "I can appreciate that you might have some… concerns about being here with me. So I'll tell you again that I'm only seeing this as more of a get-acquainted session than we've had before." After handing her an unopened telephone bill I'd received in the mail that day, I told her "I'm not going to be offended in the slightest if it would make you feel better to call your mother at the hotel and tell her exactly where you are. If you'll excuse me for a few moments, I'll finish getting supper going. We can talk a little while before it'll be ready."
With that, I left her with Carol so that she could make her call if she wanted, and do so with some privacy. When I got back a minute or two later with iced tea for all of us, both of them were looking over my books; I saw that Ellen had set the envelope on my desk, next to the phone. When I got close to them, it was Carol that asked me "You really bought all these books?"
I assured her that I had, and Ellen said "Some of these I've only heard about, and a few of them I didn't have reason to read until I went to college. And you've actually read all of these? And thought enough of them to want to keep them?"
Both listened as I explained "Yes, I've read all of them – and these are just the ones that I wanted to keep the most. I think now you understand just what I meant and how serious I was when I told you that I really am interested in philosophy, and how to put it into practice."
"I guess!" Carol exclaimed before her mother asked "But how do these novels fit into that?"
I smiled as I asked "Do you really think that in the many thousands of years of human existence, people haven't had to go through different variations of the same basic problems, or had different versions of the same fundamental experiences? And done so over and over and over again? How many books and movies have been created that were just different approaches to the story of Romeo and Juliet, for example? Shakespeare did a particularly fine job of telling it, but it was still an old tale, even for him. And even a novel has some basis in philosophy."
Both of them looked at me in confusion before I explained "Whoever writes a novel has to come up with the basic story. By telling their story, they're implicitly stating premises: that the characters have certain traits and will behave in certain ways, that the interactions between the various characters will be based on certain assumptions, and so on. Using Romeo and Juliet as an example again, think about what the basic story is, and what would have happened if various things had been different. When someone else tells it in a different way, they have to make changes if they want it to have a different ending – which, to a philosopher, is simply changing one or more premises to reach a different conclusion."
Ellen asked me "Do you read fiction like that to get the philosophy behind it?"
I laughed, and answered "No. I enjoy a well-told story as much as anyone else, and for the same reasons – but I can't help examining it that way afterward: I like to learn and understand too much."
It was Ellen that got us focused on the main reason for their visit when she said "As impressive as your library is, and as much as I like hearing what you have to say, there are still some things that we need to discuss."
"Of course", I answered. After showing them to my couch, I sat in a chair facing them before saying "I wanted us to work out the details of what you want someplace away from your hotel for the simple reason that because they know me as a cab driver, the hotel wouldn't be particularly happy about me visiting with any of the guests in their rooms; they wouldn't consider it 'appropriate'. I invited you here for a couple of reasons: first, I thought it would help if we could get to know each other a little better as people in a more casual and private environment. Second, I think that we'd all be a little more comfortable about all this if it happened here. Your hotel would be out for the same reasons that me just visiting to talk would be. Another hotel would feel even stranger and more uncomfortable for all of us, and would add an expense that I don't think any of us would particularly welcome even if we shared it. If you don't think you'd be comfortable with being here, or have another suggestion, then I'm certainly willing to listen and consider it. The other part of this is that while I pretty much set my own hours and days to work, I do so with the idea of supporting myself as best I can. Ellen, you said that it wouldn't be a problem for all of you to stay another few days; with that in mind, I'd like to ask if you and Carol would be agreeable to waiting until Sunday."
Ellen and Carol looked at each other without saying anything for several seconds before turning back to me and Ellen answering "No, that wouldn't be a problem, at all. And I think that offering your own home to us is most kind and generous of you. I know that it would certainly help ME deal with all of this, for the very reasons you said."
Next, I addressed myself directly to Carol, saying "I think you know that you didn't have to be here tonight – I explicitly asked for you for the simple reason that this whole thing is about you, and it seemed right that you should be here."
It took a few seconds before Carol was able to tell me "Unless you had specifically told me not to come, I wanted to be here, anyway. What Mom said about you letting us be here… that's what I think about it, too – and I want you to know that I do appreciate it."
After taking a deep (and shaky) breath, she went on to say "I know that I'm asking for a lot from you, and even Mom. As weird as all this feels to me, I have to believe that it's even worse for Mom, and particularly you since you didn't even know me until just a few days ago. I feel nervous and scared and relieved and all kinds of things; even… even a little bit, uh, excited", she admitted, with a brief glance at Ellen. I thought I could see a bit of surprise on Ellen's face, but kept my attention on Carol as she continued "I wish those idiots at school could have just left me alone, but they didn't – they made going to school every day a living hell for me. I've even found, um, artificial penises in my locker; not just the one for my books, but in gym class, too. So what you're doing – trying to help me feel better so I'm not so scared and nervous and everything… it really means a lot to me. When you told us about why you left school and why you chose to be a cab driver, I figured that you were honest and sincere. And I knew that if you were as careful and principled about that as you were, then I could trust you to be the same way about me. Obviously I can't know how much trouble I'm going to have, or whether or not it'll hurt, or anything else. But I do know that I can trust you to make it as easy and everything as you can for me. If the circumstances were different, you're still the kind of person that I would want to be with for my first time with a guy. That you care enough about me to be willing to do this, even though you hardly know me… it makes you somebody even more special to me, and even makes me love you for how kind and patient you're being with me."
Seeing that I was surprised by what she'd just said, Carol told me "I'm not saying that I want to stay here with you, or that I want us to keep being together; just that because of how you're treating me, you're making this special for me in a way that it wouldn't be otherwise, and that you'll always be in my heart because of it, is all."
With essentially no prompting on my part, Carol had just addressed the things that I'd needed to know: not just what she felt about the situation, but what her thoughts were about afterward. Satisfied with what I'd just heard, I simply smiled at her and nodded in acknowledgment of what she'd said before turning back to Ellen and saying "I don't think that any of us wants the added pressure of a deadline, or any kind of time constraints or schedule, so I'm fine with both of you being here for however long you want to stay. All I need to know is what time you'd like me to come and get you."
Both of them looked a little relieved to hear that, and I listened as she and Carol discussed the matter. They finally settled on sometime in the afternoon, and Ellen suggested "Three o'clock?"
"That's fine", I assured her. A glance at my watch told me that supper was about ready, which I relayed to them – along with the menu: roast beef, potatoes, green beans, and dinner rolls, with lemon sherbet for dessert. After Carol had displace Demosthenes off her lap, the three of us got up and went in to eat. Both complimented me on my cooking skills, and neither fell for any of Demosthenes' starving-kitty ploys. After we'd finished, both insisted on helping clean up. Before we left the kitchen, both looked on in amusement as I put a little bit of the beef in Demosthenes' dish. Back in the living room, all of us sat down again, and spent the next couple of hours in casual conversation. It was Ellen that brought the evening to a close when she said "You still have to work tomorrow, Jim, so I think that it would probably be best if we went back to the hotel now."
Once I'd gotten them there, all three of us got out of my car; I told them that I'd been glad to have their company for supper and the evening, and it was Carol that told me "You made it easy for us to to enjoy ourselves tonight. It was the nicest time I've had in weeks. Thank you for having us."
To that, Ellen added "You were a gracious and friendly host, Jim, and supper was delicious. I actually had a marvelous time, thank you. We'll see you Sunday at three, then?"
"Sunday at three", I confirmed. After a smile from both of them, they turned and headed for the lobby; after I made sure they were safe inside, I got back in my car and headed home.
I got to their hotel a little bit early on Sunday, and was surprised to discover that Ellen was apparently waiting for me in the lobby. I went inside, and the two of us moved off to a quiet spot where she told me "When we got back from your apartment, Mother simply had to know how things had gone. She wasn't worried about us, even though I didn't call as you said I could. When we told her what all had happened, you should have seen the look on her face – it was priceless. While she hadn't been worried that you'd do anything terrible, she was still surprised when we told her how neat and clean you keep everything, and your books. When we told her how you'd given your cat some of the beef from the roast… well, that just seemed to put her mind at ease. She told me that she figures anybody that's willing to spoil a cat isn't likely to be anything less than considerate and understanding with people. Carol and I talked about it yesterday, when Mother wasn't around, and we both agreed that you were a perfect gentleman – and that you put both of us very much at ease, and helped us be as comfortable about all this as we can be. Both of us are still more than a little nervous and embarrassed, but nowhere near as much as we would have been otherwise. Nor is either of us is afraid or apprehensive, I'm glad to say. Carol will be down in a bit; I came down earlier just to be sure that I had the opportunity to thank you for the other night, and all that you've done and said to make all of this as easy as it can be."
"You're certainly welcome", I told her. "It wasn't difficult to imagine what your, and Carol's, concerns might be, and I simply tried to show you that there wasn't anything to be afraid or apprehensive about. I tried to do what I could about your nerves and embarrassment, too – and will continue to do so. Frankly, this is the damnedest situation I've ever been in; but I'm determined to make it as easy – or at least as untraumatic – as I can… for both of you. I'll help you and Carol as much as I can, and you'll let me; both of you, and Beth, strike me as honest and caring people that have found yourselves in the most fouled-up mess I've ever heard of, and I'm willing to do what I can."
Looking at me, she asked "I have to know: what was it that made you agree to all this? I don't think it was so you could get me into bed; I know I'm still attractive, but not that much. It can't be to spend time with Carol, either – the questions you asked, and the things you said, tell me that you're not one of those men with fantasies of deflowering teenage girls. It isn't for money, since you refused what I offered you before. I think you've got too much integrity to say anything about it to anyone, so it can't be for status or prestige, either. So why?"
I considered what I wanted to say for a few moments before answering "Short form: because I can. The longer explanation is that I know that I can help you and Carol with problems that you're having now. I think that the solution will go a ways toward making your lives better in the future, and I'm hoping that what I've already talked to both of you about – and may well say while we're together – will provide you with at least the basics of what you'll need after you're gone."
"What problem do I have NOW, other than my daughter and I seeing each other being intimate with the same man?"
"You know what it is, I just don't think that you recognize how much of a problem it is for you because you've gotten so used to it."
I was saved from having to explain myself further by the appearance of Carol. She surprised me by giving me a brief kiss on the cheek after she'd greeted me. With her arrival, there wasn't anything to keep us from getting ourselves into my car and headed back toward my apartment. While conversation among us started out strong enough, it tapered off as we got closer and closer; when all three of us were inside, I saw that they were having an attack of nerves once they were faced with having their request actually fulfilled. I'll admit to being a little nervous, myself – but nowhere near as much as they were; I was simply able to be more, well, philosophical about what was going on.
But since Ellen had made a point of thanking me for how I'd made them comfortable and helped them relax before, I figured that my best bet was to keep doing so while not aggravating their situation by commenting on it. After I asked them if they'd like anything to drink and listing their choices, both opted to join me in having a beer – Ellen didn't seem to react in the slightest when Carol made her choice known. Suggesting that they might like to sit down, I went into the kitchen to get beers for all of us. When I got back to the living room, they were seated at opposite ends of the couch: Demosthenes had jumped up between them, and both were petting him and rubbing his ears, to his infinite (and loud) pleasure; when he was happy and got going, Demosthenes' purring sounded like a particularly large lawn mower idling. After setting their beers on the coffee table
where they could reach them, I simply took a spot in the chair across from them to watch as Ellen and Carol made themselves Demosthenes' friends for life.
They kept at it until about twenty minutes later when he decided to jump down, and come over to where I was sitting. After stropping himself against my ankles several times in welcome home, he headed off toward his dish to see if there was anything special in it.
Both of them were visibly calmer by then, though I could still see that they were still a bit apprehensive to see what was next.
After taking a sip of my beer, I told them "I thought you might like to watch a movie after supper", gesturing toward where my TV and movie collection were before adding "Until then, maybe you'd like to try something that I'll bet you haven't done for a while: Monopoly." An ex-girlfriend had had a fascination with the game, and insisted that we get it – then left it behind when she'd moved out after deciding that I was too intellectual for her taste, and didn't have enough "gumption" to suit her.
It took only a few moments for Ellen and Carol to brighten up and agree that that sounded like a fine idea. Rather than shuffle furniture around, we elected to simply sit on the floor and use the coffee table. Once the game was underway, Demosthenes came back in and jumped up on the couch, where Carol and Ellen would pet him between turns as he pulled guard duty for the bank.
With only the three of us playing, the game couldn't go on too long, but there were still enough of us to make it last long enough: I deliberately played a somewhat riskier game than usual so that I would be free to take care of dealing with supper when it came time. I was nearly bankrupt when it was decided that we were all hungry; my offer to spring for pizza was welcomed by both of them, since their home was well outside the range of the nearest place. I'd gone broke and was serving as banker when the delivery person showed up; Demosthenes lost his servants when they opted to eat between turns, instead of petting him. They made it up to him by giving him a few pieces of meat from the pizza, after they'd cleared it with me. It was a little past seven when Carol was able to put an end to the game after her mother landed on her (Carol's) hoteled Park Place with only two railroads and a hundred and fifty dollars to her (Ellen's) name.
All of us were laughing and teasing each other as they helped me get the game back in the box; as I was leaving to put it away, I saw Ellen head for the bathroom while Carol made for my movie collection. When I got back to the living room, Ellen was with Carol, who had apparently found something that both of them wanted to watch. When they asked, I assured them that I was fine with whatever they wanted to see. When they handed it to me to load up as part of getting the TV and everything started, I felt a certain amount of satisfaction: from the way previous girlfriends and other females had responded to it, I was fairly confident that the nervousness about any physical contact with me that Ellen and Carol had would be gone by the time it was over.
Once I'd gotten everything set up, I loaded the movie and stood up. When I turned around, I saw that they were at opposite ends of the couch again – and had displaced Demosthenes, apparently to make room for ME. When she saw me hesitate, Ellen told me "Yes, we left room for you between us. We know you aren't going to start trying to grope us or anything, and we'd both like to have you next to us. So come on and sit down, before the movie starts."
Smiling, I did as I was told, and neither of them hesitated to scoot a little closer. Nor did either of them exhibit any concern when I put my feet up on the coffee table and my arms on the back of the couch.
Halfway through the movie, both of them were snuggled into my sides; by the time it was nearly finished, each had taken one of my hands and was holding it between both of hers. When the movie credits started rolling, a quick glance told me that Carol was wrapped up in her own thoughts; she didn't say or do anything as I gently extracted my hand from hers. When I looked at Ellen, I saw that she was looking at me. Something about her expression, and in her eyes, told me that it would be okay to give her at least a little kiss. Moving slowly, so that she'd have time to say something if she wanted to, I moved my head forward enough to place a brief, soft, and chaste kiss on her lips. When I looked at her again, I saw that she was a little surprised by it – and that she wouldn't be put out if I wanted to kiss her again.
I did, and it wasn't but a second after my lips touched hers that she began kissing me back. The second kiss went on for several seconds before I felt her start to pull away; I pulled my own head back, as well, and we sat there for a bit just looking at each other before she quietly stated "You're not going to push us about any of this."
"Not even a little bit. I don't do stuff like that anyway, but I'm being even more careful not to NOW – this is tough enough on the two of you without me pulling that kind of crap."
"Then why did you kiss me that first time?"
"Just so you'd know that I care – about you, and Carol, and what happens to both of you."
"And if or when I'm ready for it to be more than just caring?"
"Then you'll let me know. You're a grown woman, and you were married; I'm sure you can make it clear when you're ready for us to be more involved without me having to 'test' you every so often."
She considered that in silence for a few seconds before leaning toward me and making it plain that she wanted us to kiss again. My lips met hers, and it didn't take but a few seconds for our kiss to cease being just 'caring', and start meaning even more.
Several more kisses followed, and with each one I could feel things growing progressively stronger between us. Still, I was surprised when I felt her take one of her hands off of mine before using the other to guide my hand to her breast. As our kisses continued, I slowly and gently explored the mammary she'd entrusted to me: roughly the size of a grapefruit, it somewhat overfilled my hand; though I could feel that she was wearing a bra made out of some soft material, it wasn't difficult for my fingertips to find her nipple – and patiently tease it into standing up. After I had, I ran my thumb across it several times, accompanied by Ellen's soft moan. When I calmly moved my attentions to it's twin, I felt Ellen's tongue make glancing contact with my lips; I opened my lips in welcome even as I cupped her other breast in my hand. With the added stimulation of our tongues starting to fence in each others mouths, it didn't take anywhere near as long for me to get the peak of the breast in my hand to make itself known. Then it was back to the first to help it regain it's previous state before checking back with the second. It didn't take much of that before I had both nipples hard, and interrupting the otherwise smooth surface at the top of the blouse she was wearing.
It was after one of our latest kiss had ended and I heard her softly say "Dear god, it's been so long!" that I asked her "Do you want to stay here? Or would you rather we continue this someplace more comfortable?"
She looked into my face and saw that I was perfectly willing to accept either answer; satisfied, she hesitated only a moment to say "I… I think I'm ready for it to be more, now…"
I took her hand in mine, and as we stood up, I could see from the corner of my eye that Carol had been witness to what we'd been doing. Ellen didn't even seem to realize that her daughter had been with us when I directed her toward my bedroom. Once we were standing next to the bed, Ellen released my hand before reaching for the buttons on the blouse she was wearing. As she started unfastening them, she told me "I wasn't sure how we were going to get past that first physical contact with each other; but when you kissed me the way you did, and answered my questions that way, I knew I didn't have to worry about it – what you were doing just seemed so… natural and right that I finally realized that I wanted you to touch me. And when I put your hand on me, you were so gentle… it didn't take long for me to realize what I've been missing since my husband died, and that you're the kind of person that can show me the kind of love and pleasure that he did. I would have been nervous and embarrassed before, but now I'm not – I want you to see me, and touch me, and be with me."
She saw me glance toward the door, and told me "Just so you know, Carol and I worked things out, yesterday. We're going to give each other some privacy with you at first, so that there isn't too much embarrassment; she'll come in later, quietly so that she doesn't disturb us, after we get more… involved. I'll do the same thing when she's ready to be with you. Beyond that, we'll just have to see how things turn out."
With nothing to concern myself about, I didn't hesitate to start taking my own clothes off – noticing that Ellen was watching ME as much as I was watching her. When she removed her bra, her breasts sagged only a little bit; she paused what she was doing for a few moments so that I could see that each of them was capped with a medium-brown nipple that was perhaps the diameter of a pencil, set in an areola that was perhaps the diameter of a quarter. Both nipples were still mostly erect, and got a trifle longer as I looked at them; her areolas were puckered out from the rest of her breast.
She was able to shed her skirt faster than I was able to get my pants off, revealing that she was wearing a brief pair of panties that matched the bra she'd had on. As I was getting my feet out of my pants legs, she slid her panties down her legs; when she raised up, I could see that she had a medium-sized wedge of dark hair that looked to be somewhat lush. Standing naked in front of me, she didn't make any bones about the fact that she was watching me undress. When I'd slid my briefs down and stood up again, I knew that she could see that I'd started to respond not only to what we'd already been doing, but the sight of her, as well. She graced me with a pleased smile, letting me know that she liked what SHE saw, too, before turning to pull down the covers on my bed. When she did, I got the chance to see that she was as fit as I'd thought: she had an ass that a girl half her age would have been proud of. Clearly firm, smooth, and nicely rounded, I wanted to get it on my lap – or even better, in my hands.
I was there with her when she moved to get into bed, and readily got myself laying on my side next to her. Propped up on my elbow, I looked into her face as I told her "You said that you knew you're attractive, but that you didn't think that much. Well, I don't think that you're giving yourself the credit you deserve. That first time all of us had lunch together, I saw guys a lot younger than I am looking at you – and liking what they saw. I consider myself very fortunate to not only have the chance to see you like this, but to have you share yourself with me. But more importantly, it's that I've gotten to know you that I'm most grateful for. You're clearly intelligent, you've got a delightful personality, a quirky sense of humor, and you're a pleasure to be around. My life would have been richer simply from having spent the time with you that I did; for us to be together like this is something that I'll always treasure. You told me that it's been a long time since you were with a man – that you weren't big on the idea of casual sex, and there wasn't anyone that touched your heart the way you wanted. I hope that you'll let ME do so, at least a little bit, so that our time together like this has some meaning to you; I can assure you that it does for me."
We looked into each others eyes for several seconds before she told me "Thank you again, Jim. What you just said about what you think of me, and what kind of person you think I am… it means a lot to me, hearing it from you. As patient and considerate as you've been, this would have meant something to me anyway. But knowing how you feel about it – well, that just makes this even more special. You ARE touching my heart, and I'm glad of it. I came into this simply because I was ready to do whatever I had to, to help Carol. But now I'm doing it because I want to, too. You've shown yourself to be the kind of person that I want to let close to me – not just physically, but emotionally, as well. While I'll be with you like this to help Carol, I'll also be doing it to make myself happy, too."
With that, I lowered my head to kiss her again. Starting even with the first touch of our lips, I could tell that she wasn't just 'there', but actively participating. I didn't need any prompting to put my hand on her belly and start softly caressing her smooth skin. Slowly and gradually, I extended the range of my touch until I was able to include her breasts; when I'd worked my way to the summit of one of them, I found its peak clearly standing above the surrounding flesh with her nipple fully extended. She'd indicated that she'd enjoyed sex with her husband, and it didn't take me long to decide that she hadn't been exaggerating; she responded quickly and fully to the different things that I was doing to her: not just kissing her lips, but her throat and shoulders, and softly nibbling on her earlobes with my lips. My hands tended not only to her breasts (which proved to be firmer than I'd expected, considering her age and that she'd had a child), but her neck and sides and the insides of her arms. When her soft panting started making it difficult for us to continue kissing, I eased my attentions lower and lower until I was able to put my mouth on the peak of one of her breasts and start gently sucking on it. It took only a moment for her to get her fingers in my hair, holding my head in place as I firmly sucked her nipple to full erectness.
In shifting myself so that I could get my mouth on her mammaries, I'd also made it possible to reach even lower on her body; after continuing to play with the breast that I didn't have my lips on for a bit, I gradually transferred my manual explorations to her belly, then abdomen and further, to include her hips and the upper reaches of her legs – and gently, her thighs and the soft skin on their insides.
The first time I softly drew my fingertips from just above her knee to just short of her mons, she released a load moan of pleasure as she spread her legs in invitation for me to do it again. When I repeated my actions on the other thigh, she made it just as clear that she appreciated my attentions.
I happily spent the next few minutes nursing at her breasts while slowly working my caresses of her thighs higher and higher. The first contact with her sex happened when I felt the side of my hand brush across her labia; the resulting groan and arching of her hips let me know that more such contact would be welcome. Still, I didn't just stop what I'd been doing so I could stuff a couple of fingers inside her; I simply included the area between her thighs more and more, until I was able to cup her mons in my hand. My finger was laying along the cleft of her sex, slightly nestled between her labia, when I began to curl it – dipping the tip a little farther between her vaginal lips before slowly drawing it across her opening on the way toward brushing it across her clitoris, and causing her to gasp at the contact.
When I got my finger back to where it had started from, Ellen pulled her knees up slightly before spreading her thighs to give me better and easier access to the core of her womanhood. With that kind of invitation, I was happy to continue my efforts. It wasn't long until my hand was in almost constant motion between her thighs as I would collect some of her oils on the end of my finger and transfer them to her clitoris, which I'd softly rub between bouts of gently circling it. She was slowly tossing her head from side to side when I finally dared to tentatively press my finger against the tight ring of her opening; the sound of her enthusiastic "ohgodyes!" told me that I was doing a Good Thing. Patiently and gently, I worked my digit into her, making sure to keep it wetted with her lubrication as I did so. Along the way, I discovered that she was incredibly warm inside – as well as very wet, and as tight as should be expected after several years of celibacy. When both of us felt that I'd gotten my finger into her as far as it would go, she released a deep and heartfelt groan of pleasure. From the way she was reacting, I got the idea to try something that I thought would make it easier for her to accept me when it was time for my finger to be replaced with my hardening cock. As I slid my finger out of the confines of her vagina, I used the palm of my hand to apply a slight pressure to the area of her clitoris. When I heard a slight catch in her breathing, I knew that I was on to something. Reversing direction, I slid my finger back into her as I eased off the pressure at the top of her cleft; once my digit was buried in her again, I repeated what I'd done before – except that instead of hearing the change in her breathing, she softly moaned as she pressed her pelvis against my hand. From there, it didn't take me long to find a combination of timing and pressure that quickly and dramatically increased her excitement.
It increased her excitement enough that she surprised me when she had what could only have been a fairly small orgasm as she gasped and moaned while several small spasms coursed through her body… and around my finger.
As her climax tapered off, I released her nipple from between my lips and eased my hand from between her thighs; when I got my hand closer, it took only a moment for me to decide that I wanted to clean her essence off it: the faint aroma of her made my mouth water. Sadly, it was only a few moments work to get that accomplished before I moved to get my head even with hers again. When she saw me looking at her, she gave me a smile that lit up her face before she softly told me "What you were doing with your hand… it felt real good, but I didn't expect that to happen!"
I grinned back as I told her "Kinda surprised me, too", teasing her a bit. As she started to blush faintly, I asked "Do you need or want a little time, or would it be okay if I kept going?"
"I don't doubt that you can make me feel way better than that little old thing", she declared, "and I'm looking forward to it!"
Lowering my head, the two of us shared several kisses that were small and brief – but no less affectionate than the ones before. She was willing to accept it when I changed from kissing her lips to the corners of her mouth, the hollows of her throat, and shoulders. As my lips touched farther and farther afield from hers, I gradually moved my body over hers before starting to blaze a trail of kisses, gentle lip-bites, and softly sucking on random spots of her smooth skin that moved me lower and lower on her body. I gladly applied myself to bringing her nipples to rubbery hardness before easing myself even farther down her body. It was after I'd dipped my tongue into her navel and had my lips just short of where her pubic hair started that she seemed to realize where I might be headed, and tell me "I don't think… I don't know… Nobody ever…"
I interrupted to tell her "Ellen, it's okay. I think if you'll give it a chance, you might find that you like it – and I'm going to do it because I like to. If you really want me to stop, I will; just give it a chance first, okay?"
Uncertainly, she asked "You'll really stop if I want?"
I simply nodded, and I heard her soft "I guess it couldn't hurt to find out…"
A few seconds later, my lips were being caressed by the soft strands covering her pelvis. Her pubic thatch was short and amazingly thick – easily as lush as it had appeared to be. Even as close as I was to it, I could barely make out the skin beneath it. That close to my goal, I could also make out the distinct aroma that was hers alone: pleasantly tangy, with a trace of an underlying sweetness, just as her oils had tasted.
When I finally had my head between her thighs, I spent several extra seconds alternating kisses to the insides of her thighs simply so I could use the time between to look at the sight of her – the soft dark petals of her extended labia splitting the bottom of the vee. Slightly thick, they looked to be as soft and tender as when she'd been half MY age; their inner surfaces gleamed with the juices that had escaped through the slightly-winking opening I could faintly see between them. Satisfied that I'd never forget the sight of her, I finally extended my tongue and ran it from the bottom of her cleft to the top, circling her pea-sized clitoris a couple of times at the end.
After I'd repeated my efforts a couple more times, Ellen started bringing her knees up more and more, and spreading her thighs even farther apart. When I stiffened my tongue and tried to worm it through the entrance to her vagina, she groaned and arched her hips up in response. Unable to penetrate her that way, I lapped up what I could of her oils; after gently 'chewing' on her labia with my lips, I used my tongue to tease her clitoris for a little while. It didn't take long for her to go from simply accepting what I was doing, to welcoming it by spreading her thighs as far as they would go while giving voice to her pleasure almost constantly. As I continued my oral pillage, I worked my arms under her legs so that I could reach up and take her breasts in my hands; the parallel assaults at her pelvis and mammaries soon had her unable to do much more than simply moan almost constantly as she tossed her head back and forth.
I'd had a couple of things I wanted to accomplish while I had my head between her legs. First, as tight as she'd been around my finger, I figured that getting her as wet and relaxed as possible would make it easier for her to accept my hard cock. The other was that after she'd said what she had about her orgasm and knowing that I could make her feel better, I meant to do just that: bring her to as strong of a release as I could – which, of course, would help with the first matter, as well. That I was able to savor the taste of her and generally enjoy myself along the way was simply a bonus. A very nice bonus.
Using pretty much everything I'd ever learned about orally pleasuring a woman, I devoted myself to deliberately ratcheting Ellen's pleasure and arousal to higher and higher levels – with brief periods of letting her "fall back" along the way. Drawing random patterns on and around her clitoris with the tip of my tongue, using varying amount of pressure, and at wildly varying speeds. Repeatedly trying to penetrate her opening with my tongue, then worming it against her opening when I couldn't. Softly using my lips to "chew" and nibble various amounts of her labia. Fastening my mouth over her clitoris and sucking on it in assorted ways. Simply licking between her vaginal lips and across her opening as though she were an ice cream cone. Fluttering my tongue across her clit like a tiny little vibrator. Getting my mouth across her opening and trying to suck her juices out. Anything and everything was in the play book, as far as I was concerned – and every bit of it worked on her. Still, it wasn't until my tongue started to get tired that I finally had "mercy" on her. She'd been making plaintive whining noises of frustration for a little while when I settled on bringing her off: as I pinched and pulled on the hard pebbles of her nipples, I began firmly circling her erect clitoris with my tongue. Under my mouth and hands, I could feel as she started moving down the last stretch of arousal that would end with her release; and as she progressed, I deliberately slowed my actions on her clitoris in proportion. I was easily able to bring her to the very edge of release and hold her there for an extra couple of seconds before simply pressing the end of my tongue against her clitoris let her find the release she sought.
After releasing a brief scream, her entire body froze in place as the first wave of her release simply overwhelmed her. When it had passed, she barely had time to take a shuddering breath before another spasm overtook her – one that lasted nearly as long as the first due to the way that I was softly rubbing her clitoris with the tip of my tongue. When it ended, her body all but collapsed before she managed to draw a deep and shaky breath just ahead of the next wave of release. Realizing that having her pass out or collapse would put an end to our fun, I refrained from any further efforts to prolong or intensify her climax; even so, the third spasm to course through her didn't end much sooner than the previous two had. But without me aggravating the situation, the rest of Ellen's orgasm passed with progressively shorter and less intense periods running through her. After a final shudder of her body, she lay still, breathing heavily.
After pausing to lick her juices from my lips as best I could, I moved up so that I was supporting my body over hers on my elbows, while the rest of me remained between her spread legs. That had my mostly-erect cock resting in the soft carpet covering her mons, but I didn't figure she would mind, just then. Avoiding her mouth so that she could continue to try and breathe, I started placing soft kisses at random places on her face and shoulders. After a little bit of that, she finally opened her eyes. She looked at me for several seconds, as though unsure of who I was or what I was doing there; when it finally came to her, her eyes got nearly as big as dinner plates before she managed to gasp out "I… I never knew… or even… thought… that someone doing that… could DO that to me!"
Figuring that if she could talk, she wouldn't need her mouth for breathing long enough for me to kiss her, I did – though I kept it short. When I'd pulled my head back again, I told her "Go ahead and get yourself back together. I'll still be here when you can breathe again", which earned me a look of reproach. Still, she did as I suggested, and it wasn't but a minute or two before she was able to tell me "Damn you! I know you had to be teasing me while you were doing that! What in the world would make you DO something like that to me!?"
I had to grin, because the tone of her voice let me know that she wasn't angry, only surprised and stunned by what had happened. After giving her another soft kiss, I answered "Well, you said that the first one was a 'tiny old thing', and that you knew I could make you feel way better. I figured I'd just show you what I could do, since that was your first time for someone to do that to you. What, you didn't like it?"
The look I got likely would have felled an ox before she answered "Oh, I liked it all right, even though you damn near killed me! If that's what you do to a woman on purpose, I don't want to know what happens if you ever get carried away. I just thought that it felt, you know, okay at first; but when you tried to get your tongue in me that first time, it started feeling better and better. And when you kept doing all those different things to me, I kept getting more and more excited – even… even more than when my husband was still alive", the last a bit guiltily.
Knowing that she might be feeling as though she were somehow betraying his memory, I didn't hesitate to tell her "Maybe so – but I'd bet it would have been even better for you if he had done that."
After she'd considered that for a moment, she apparently decided I was likely right, and the look of concern on her face quickly faded. Smiling, I asked her "Now that you're able to breathe and talk again" – I got a Look for that – "do you think you're ready for what's next?"
The question made her realize that she could feel my cock resting on her mons. Mischievously, she asked "Are you?", with a grin.
Smiling back, I answered "Well, I suppose I could use a little more time, and maybe a bit of assistance…"
I saw the concern in her eyes as she told me "I… I don't know that I want to… do anything like you did…"
I kissed her lips again before I told her "I'd never ask anything like that from you, Ellen. If you wanted to, you would, without me having to. All I'd ever want would be for you to do what you're comfortablewith, and want to."
Visibly relieved, she answered "That I can do!" before reaching between us to take my penis in her hand. As she started slowly stroking me, I lowered my head and the two of us shared a number of affectionate kisses as she got me harder and harder. When she could feel that she'd brought me to full erectness, she released me before looked up at me to ask "You're going to have sex with me now?"
Tenderly, I answered "No, Ellen. I care for you too much for that. What WE are going to do is make love." Her smile and the look on her face went straight to my heart.
Slowly, I eased myself down her body a little ways until the end of my penis slid down to her cleft. I reached between us to angle myself down a little bit so that I could feel the warmth and wetness of her entrance. Sliding myself up and down a little bit along her furrow got the head wet with her oils, and I got myself repositioned so that I could begin the process of filling her with my manhood. Our eyes were locked as I started to press myself into her; knowing that I was taking my time so that I wouldn't hurt her, Ellen smiled up at me as I felt her start trying to relax herself to let me in. As I felt her opening up more, I carefully increased the pressure I applied so that she'd know I wasn't trying to rush her. Neither of us was surprised when the head of my cock slipped through her tight ring – though she did gasp when it happened. I immediately stopped when I heard her, and waited to see what (if anything) she wanted me to do. She reached up to put her hands on my sides as she said "Yes, that's it… just hold still a bit. It's been a long time… too long, even. I need to get used to having something in a place I'd never thought I'd use again."
Lowering my head, I tenderly kissed her before softly telling her "Of course."
She looked up at me in gratitude before I saw her concentrate on trying to get used to my presence. To try and distract her from any discomfort, I placed a number of soft kisses on her shoulders and neck. I could feel it as she slowly relaxed around me, and after I hadn't felt any change after a minute or so, I began to gently press myself into her. She made a small noise of pleasure, and I felt her lift her hips in welcome. When I began to feel even the slightest amount of drag, I stopped and moved myself back and forth in her for a bit to get myself properly coated with her oils before continuing. We went through several cycles of that before I felt my pelvis come to rest against hers as she moaned her pleasure.
Opening her eyes again, she looked up at me and said "Dear lord, I didn't realize how much I've missed having a man inside me! Even though you're the same size my husband was, you feel HUGE right now. But you feel damn good, too…"
I went back to kissing her until I felt her press herself up against me slightly. Taking that as my cue that she was comfortable, I began to ease my way into being more active. I started by simply sliding about half my erection out of her, pausing for a moment, then easing my way back into her. When she didn't indicate that she had any problems, I did it again, only a little faster. Over the course of the next several minutes, I gradually increased my movements in her until I was cycling nearly three quarters of my manhood through her opening in a steady rhythm that clearly pleased her. As her arousal increased, I began trying to find out what I could do that would do the most for her – and found that she seemed to think that about anything I did was agreeable: even just plain old ordinary fucking steadily increased her arousal and passion. That was just fine with me; the sensation of having her warm and tight sheath to bury myself into was something I was perfectly willing to enjoy for as long as possible.
As recent and powerful as Ellen's last orgasm had been, I didn't think she'd be anywhere near being ready to have another when she suddenly cried out and her vagina began clenching around me. As wonderful as it felt, I was glad that it didn't last much longer than the "tiny old thing" had. When it happened again a few minutes later, I wasn't as surprised – and even more relieved when it ended, after it lasted appreciably longer than the one before. Even though it wasn't as strong as the one I'd given her with my mouth, I got the idea that it was somehow deeper and more satisfying for her.
I was feeling the increasing urge to climax when Ellen had her third orgasm since I'd first gotten my cock in her. It was even stronger than the last, and the clenching of her vagina around my penis proved to be more than I could stand; with a deep groan of my own, I buried myself into her as far as I could just as the first wad of my jism erupted from me. Ellen could apparently feel me emptying myself in her, because she wrapped her legs around my waist and tried to pull me even farther inside as she dug her fingernails into my back. Her pussy also got tighter around me as the intensity of her orgasm increased, too.
Even after I felt the last trickle of my cum leave me, Ellen's vagina continued its rhythmic clenching, though it was getting progressively less intense. Because of that, I was still almost completely erect inside her when I felt her let her legs slide from around me and all but fall to the bed, and her arms relax where she held me. She was panting as hard as I was when she opened her eyes and muttered "Christ, that was good!"
When I kissed her cheek, she turned her head to look at me for a second before wrapping her arms around me and hugging me fiercely. When she relaxed her arms again, I pulled back a little to look at her before she told me "I don't need to ask if you enjoyed that as much as I did – I could feel it when you started squirting in me, and that just made it so much better! I can feel you, still inside me, and it feels so good – not just having you there, but that you're staying with me, and holding yourself so close over me."
"I like being in you, and over you", I assured her. She was clearly pleased by what I said as I continued "I'm glad I was able to make you happy with that part, too."
With that, the two of us simply lay there looking at each other.
"That was just… amazing!"
Carol's soft voice reminded me that we'd undoubtedly had a witness to what had just happened between (and with) Ellen and me. From the way she blushed, I had to figure that Ellen had forgotten about her daughter, too.
Looking the general direction the voice had seemed to come from, I saw that Carol had gotten herself settled into a chair a little past the foot of the bed, and off to the side a bit. I didn't doubt that she'd been able to see and hear pretty much everything. Ellen and I shared a look of commiseration before she told Carol "It certainly FELT amazing, dear. We completely forgot about you; how long have you been here?"
I could hear the mild embarrassment in her voice as Carol answered "I, uh, I got here right before you started talking… there on the bed."
"So you've seen and heard everything?" Ellen asked.
"Um, yeah, I did."
"Carol, dear, it's awkward talking to you like this. Would you mind coming around to where we can see each other?" Ellen asked – then blushing when she realized that her daughter could likely see her (us!) all too well.
But Carol did as asked, and quickly found a spot on the floor next to the bed; the look on her face was a mixture of embarrassment, awe at what she'd just seen, and what I suspected was no small measure of arousal and anticipation. The look I got from Ellen told me that she'd likely seen much the same things.
Both of us were looking at Carol as Ellen asked "If you've been here that long, then you've heard what Jim and I have said to each other. And not just that, but when we've said it – that is, what happened before and after." Carol nodded, keeping her focus on Ellen's face and not letting it drift any lower. Ellen then asked "Is there anything either of us said that you have a question about, or want explained or anything? You understood what we were saying, and why?" I couldn't help but be impressed by the way Ellen was able to maintain her composure while laying stark naked in front of her daughter, with an equally naked man with his dick still in her laying over her.
Carol said that she didn't have any questions yet, and that she'd understood, before Ellen wanted to know "Was there anything that either of us DID that you want to ask, or talk about?"
Blushing, Carol said that there wasn't before adding "It… it was pretty much like what I saw before. You know, in that movie. Not exactly the same, though; but I think that that's because the people in the movie were actors, and you and Jim actually, um, like each other."
"It's okay, dear, you can say it: Jim and I love each other. Not as much or the same way that your father and I did, but enough, and certainly close enough. We aren't thinking of getting married, but what we've had together does mean something to us."
"I know. I was listening when you were talking about it, and I understood what both of you were saying."
Ellen nodded, and asked "Was there anything else?"
Plainly feeling a bit uncomfortable, Carol said "I was kind of surprised when Jim didn't, um, pull out of you like they did in that movie, when he climaxed. And when you said you could feel it, and liked it, when he squirted inside you, too."
"Carol, when you're with someone you care about, the physical things you do with each other become very special. And when the person you're with cares about you enough to actually try and make you feel good, as Jim did with me, then that makes it even easier for you to enjoy your time with them, and what they do. As for the other…" Ellen turned to look at me for help explaining the difference between what happens in a porno movie and real life. I thought about it for a few moments, then told Carol "A lot of what you saw in that movie was just that: a movie. One of the things they do in movies like that is that the men pull out of the woman when they're going to climax. That's so that the people that watch it will know that he isn't just pretending. I think, but don't know, that the idea is that if they show that the man's climax is real, then the people watching will think that the ones the women have are real, too. Since women don't climax the same way a man does, there isn't any way to really know if they're pretending or not. But since most of those kinds of movies are sold to men, the people that make them try to do everything they can to keep those men happy – and that includes the guys in the movie SHOWING that they're climaxing, so that the men watching can pretend to believe that the women in the movies are really climaxing, too."
It took a few seconds, but Carol finally understood just how ridiculous all of that was; and she couldn't help smiling at the humor of it. That was when Ellen demonstrated a courage and depth of character that I hadn't expected by asking "Carol, would you be kind enough to get a damp washcloth and a towel for me? Jim is going to pull out of me, and I don't want to leave a mess for you two to have to deal with when his semen starts leaking out of me." I had been shrinking inside her, but the position I was in (and that I was holding as still as I was) would still have made it possible for us to uncouple and get cleaned up without too much fuss or hurry. But she'd made the request, so I was willing to go along with it, figuring that she had her reasons. After I'd gotten myself onto my side next to her, I found out what those were when Carol got back from my bathroom with the requested items. Taking the towel from her daughter, Ellen told her "You might as well stay to see this; it's something you'll have to deal with, as well, and there's no point to being shy now…" before gently nudging me to get off of her. I did, and she paused what she was doing long enough for Carol to see what the problem was before quickly getting the towel tucked under herself. She then took the washcloth and told Carol "Whether you want to do this or not is up to you. As wonderful as Jim made me feel, and as much as he's come to mean to me, I'm glad to do something this personal for him" – and calmly proceeded to use the damp washcloth to (thoroughly!) clean my cock and pelvis. Once she was done with me, she simply shifted her attentions to herself, cleaning up what she could as my cum slowly dribbled out of her. Then, to top things off, when it was clear that Ellen was done with the washcloth, Carol simply reached out to take possession of it without either of them saying a word.
After Carol had headed for my bathroom, Ellen quietly told me "I hope I didn't embarrass you by doing that", to which I replied "Embarrassed, no – surprised, yes."
She gave me a smile as she answered "Well, thank you for going along with it so well. I figured I needed to make the point one last time that there are going to be aspects of this that she hadn't thought of."
I smiled back and told her "I think you accomplished that!", drawing a small laugh from her, before I moved my hand to be belly. She put hers on top of mine, and the two of us were laying like that when Carol got back.
Carol stood there for a few seconds before deciding to take a seat on the floor again. I noticed that her eyes kept wandering to points south of where my hand was on Ellen. Ellen apparently saw it, too, and when I looked at her after she'd given my hand a little squeeze, she made a couple of gestures to point it out. I just gave her a nod and brief smile, causing her to grin before both of us turned our attention to Carol again.
Perhaps a couple of minutes of awkward silence passed before Carol looked at her mother and hesitantly observed "When Jim started to, um, be in you, it looked like he was taking longer than the guys in that movie did."
"He was", Ellen answered. "He knew that it's been a long time since I've been with a man, so he was going slowly so I wouldn't be uncomfortable. If we women aren't with a man often enough, we get smaller inside. By going as slow as he was, he was letting me stretch to fit him a little bit at a time, instead of all at once. Because the women in those movies are having sex all the time, they don't have that problem except with the very large men."
Blushing slightly, Carol said "I saw that Jim isn't as big as most of the guys in the movie."
A slight nudge let Ellen know that I wanted to field that one, so she let me tell Carol "That's another one of those movie things. Most men wish that they were larger than they are because they think that 'bigger' equals 'better' – it's one of those 'guy things'. So it helps them with their fantasy when the men in adult movies are big. I'm about average in size, and I'm fine with that."
Ellen added "And I was fine with it, too, as I'm sure you noticed." Carol blushed furiously as Ellen continued "Dear, it isn't how big the man is, or any tricks he might know. What really matters is whether or not he wants to make you feel good, too – and Jim certainly wanted to with me! If you still want Jim to be with you" – "I do!", Carol exclaimed before blushing again – "then he'll be as patient and slow as you need him to be, and I don't doubt for a moment that he'll show you that he wants to make you happy, too. I'm not the least bit reluctant to tell you that you don't have to be afraid or nervous about being with him."
Carol looked at me as if she needed confirmation; when I smiled and nodded to her, she looked relieved – even as she started blushing again.
Another couple of minutes of silence went by before Ellen said "I think it's about time for Jim and I to clean up a bit. So if there isn't anything else?", the last directed to Carol, who simply shook her head. When Ellen started to pull the towel out from between her legs and underneath herself, Carol quickly got to her feet and moved to the foot of the bed so that she wasn't in our way. Ellen and I were soon on our feet, and held hands as we made our way to my bathroom. Once the door was closed behind us, I was surprised when Ellen suddenly turned and wrapped her arms around me. I didn't hesitate to put my arms around her, and listened as she told me "I have never been so embarrassed in my life! I'd completely forgotten about her, and got so involved with you that I just… let myself go. My own daughter has watched me have some of the best sex of my life, with a man that isn't her father, and then seen as I've had his semen dribbling out of me – and I've had to just LAY there and discuss it with her afterward!" before she started quietly crying.
After rubbing her back and offering what words of reassurance and consolation I could, her tears began to taper off a bit. When I'd thought about what I wanted to say, and how, I told her "Ellen, all you've done has been what you had to do to keep her from making what I'm sure you know would have been one of the biggest mistakes she could have made in her life. Yes, she just saw you have sex with someone and enjoy it. Instead of being embarrassed all that, maybe you should think about what it TOLD her."
Somewhat muffled, I heard Ellen's "What's that?"
"It told her that it's something that she should enjoy; and if it's something she should enjoy, do you think she's going to be anywhere near as willing to be with a guy if she doesn't know what he's going to be like and if he'll treat her the way she thinks he should? After hearing and understanding the things that we said to each other, don't you think she's going to understand that what we had was something special – and that it should be special for her, too? When you did discuss it with her afterward, can't you figure that she's going to know that while sex isn't something to be ashamed of, it IS something to be treated seriously – maybe even more than she has before?"
Somewhat calmer, Ellen listened as I continued "You just told her that you knew that I'd try to make her feel good, too – and I will. As patient and easy as you know I'll be with her, do you think she'll put up with anything less from other guys?"
Ellen gave a small shake of her head, and I hugged her before finishing "I don't doubt that it was embarrassing and all that for you – it was for me, too, afterward. But I expect that everything you and I have been through has accomplished exactly what it was supposed to, and what you hoped it would. Knowing that, was the rest of it too high of a price to pay?"
Several seconds went by before Ellen answered "It was a high price, but no, not too high." She let me hold her for a little longer before pulling back a little to look at me and say "I'm going to have to remember to start calling you whenever I'm feeling bad, or having problems. This philosophy thing of yours works pretty good."
I grinned at her, and asked "You know what else philosophy tells me?"
She shook her head, and I told her "That it's time for us to get cleaned up. I'll wash your back, if you'll wash mine…"
Laughing, Ellen told me "Deal!"
That was how I ended up with Ellen plastered to my back as I got the shower started and temperature adjusted to our mutual satisfaction. Once we were under the spray, we had the time and opportunity to get a lot more familiar with each others anatomy. I finally got my hands on her ass, and found it to be as tight and firm as it had looked; she seemed to be just as satisfied when she reciprocated. Drying off afterward took longer, since we continued to repeatedly molest each other along the way. Finally dried off and more-or-less presentable, we opened the bathroom door again; when we went back into my bedroom, we saw that Carol had straightened out the somewhat rumpled bedding – and gotten her nude form planted in the middle of it.
I'm sure that Ellen was as surprised by it as I was, but she didn't let on. Instead, she simply told Carol "You were nice enough to let me have a little time alone with him, and I'm glad to do the same for you. I'll just go into the kitchen and have some tea while you two get acquainted" before serenely walking past the bed and on out of my bedroom – and pulling the door mostly closed behind her.
When I got close enough, I could see that Carol was still nervous but not afraid. Figuring that she wouldn't have stretched herself out on her back if she didn't want me to look at her, I didn't make any pretense of not doing so. As I'd thought, she was a trifle more buxom than her mother; her breasts were more conical than her mother's rounded bust, and her areolas were barely larger than her pencil-diameter nipples – which were visibly standing out. She was trim and nicely curved at her waist and hips, with slender and nicely shaped legs. At the apex of her thighs, she sported a smaller and narrower strip of dark hair that didn't appear to be as thick and dense. She made for a delightful sight, particularly parked in the middle of my bed that way. When I looked into her face again, I smiled and told her "You are lovely. You're very pretty, and most certainly sexy. Though you're probably tired of hearing yourself compared to your mother, I have to say that you are easily as attractive as she is – but in your own way, that is yours and yours alone, as a separate person."
From her reaction, I knew that she had heard a lot of comparisons between herself and Ellen; but I saw that what I'd said had done what I meant it to: let her know that I saw her as a unique individual, and not some sort of clone or copy of the original. The smile I got was pleased, and delighted and touched me. Once I was on my side next to her, I took one of her hand between mine and gently held it as I told her "Carol, I want to make sure and tell you something. I know that this is your first time, and I truly am honored that you would want to have me be with you for that. I know it's something special for you, and I'm going to do the very best I can to make sure that it stays special. I would never do anything to hurt you on purpose, but if something I do does hurt you, I want you to tell me, so I can stop. Would you do that for me?"
She nodded, and I went on "I know that you've got some idea of what we can do. What I want to say is that we don't have to do anything that you don't want, and there's no reason that we can't do anything that you do want. If there's something you want to know, I'll do my best to answer you. If there's something you want to say, I'll listen – and I can honestly promise I won't take it personally or let it upset me. I'm not going to push you or rush you in any way; and if you want to stop any of this at any time, that's just exactly what we'll do: STOP. I care about you, and what happens between us is important to me. Important enough that what I want when we're done is that you're happy with how things turned out, not that I am. Okay?"
Smiling, she nodded again before telling me "I know you wouldn't hurt me, or try to make anything happen before I was ready. And I know that I can talk to you, and ask you stuff. After I saw how you were with Mom, I know that you want to make me happy and feel good, too. I'm a little bit nervous about this, but I know that I don't have to be afraid – I know that I can trust you."
Hearing that, I lowered my head to give her a soft kiss on the lips, making it as tender and loving as I could. When I pulled my head back again, I could see in her eyes that she wasn't afraid, or even nervous any more: she knew that I really cared for her, and would do right by her.
When I put my hand on her abdomen, she was willing to let me caress her soft skin with my fingertips for several seconds before she took my hand and moved it to her breast before telling me "I know you wouldn't rush me – but I want you to touch me like this. When I told you the other night that I felt a little bit excited about the idea of being with you, I meant it. Except that it's even more now that I've seen how good you made Mom feel. I still don't know if I'll have any problems or anything, but I'm sure that you'll help me make them as small as they can be."
From the tone of her voice, I could tell that she was sure of what she wanted; hearing what she said, I didn't have any reluctance about running my thumb across the rubbery pebble of her nipple as I moved to kiss her again.
She not only welcomed the touch of my lips to hers, but built on it: it was her that increased the intensity and desire of our kiss, and prolonged it. And when we kissed again, it wasn't long before she opened her mouth to let her tongue brush my lips and then come in to introduce itself to mine when I opened my mouth in response. As our tongues danced and played in the field that our mouths made, I could sense the passion rising in her as I expanded my investigation of the mammary in my hand. Her breast was as smooth and firm as any I'd ever held, and overfilled my hand by a good measure: cupping it next to her body, the edge of my hand was only about halfway to its peak while my palm and fingers covered only about three quarters of its circumference. It was warm to my touch, and when I returned to its peak, I found her nipple standing out even farther from the puckered flesh of her areola.
When I gently pinched and pulled on her nipple, she released a soft moan into my mouth; that prompted me to shift my attentions to the other – which I found to be just as delightful. When she moved her hand to my chest, I went about tending to both of the most obvious symbols of her femininity; gently, softly, and happily, I mapped every bit of their surface with my fingertips, caressing ever square millimeter repeatedly as I brought the peaks of both to full erectness while the two of us continued to duel with our tongues.
Our kisses had shortened due to the need for each of us to pant with our increasing desire when Carol told me "I want you to touch me…"
Not understanding what she meant, since I had a handful of her left breast at the time, I was glad to hear her continue "There… between my legs…"
Even with such a clear and unambiguous request, I wasn't inclined to just start pawing at her crotch. Instead, I took the opportunity to go back to what I'd started before: mapping the soft expanse between her breasts and pelvis. And since the kissing thing wasn't working particularly well at that point, I blazed a trail from her soft lips, down her throat – with a detour to an earlobe – out onto one shoulder, and then across and down to the valley between her breasts. By the time I got my lips fastened around one of her nipples, my fingertips had reached the edge of her dark bush. It didn't take me long to decide that although her pubic thatch wasn't as lush and dense as her mother's, it was still delightfully soft and thick, and a wonderful place for my fingertips to play. As I continued to suck on her hard nipple, I gradually worked my way through the forest on her lower belly to the area between her thighs. Still unwilling to move too quickly, I branched off to caress the insides of her smooth, firm thighs; a task that she made easier by moving her legs apart.
When I finally lay my hand on her mons with my fingers aligned with the cleft of her sex, Carol released a passionate moan as she opened herself to me even more. With the pad of my finger that was nestled between her labia, I could feel that she was already feeling no small measure of desire: she was quite wet, and I could feel the heat escaping the core of her womanhood. As I dipped the end of my finger between her vaginal lips, she arched her pelvis up in welcome to my touch before I carefully drew it upwards to collect a goodly sample of her oils – which I then used to keep things slippery as I softly teased the fleshy pearl of her erect clitoris. As I amused myself with getting both of her nipples as hard and erect as I could with my mouth, my hand stayed busy between her thighs: with frequent replenishment of the oils coming from her well, my tender ministrations to her clitoris soon had her making all manner of pleased noises between moans and pants for air. After I'd reluctantly concluded that I couldn't get her nipples any longer, or her areolas any more puckered, I started kissing my way down her body. I'd had a dandy time with her unconscionably cute navel and had placed a couple of kisses farther down her body when I felt her hands on my head. Thinking that she might have some reason she didn't want me to do what I obviously meant to, I raised my head and looked at her. But instead of an objection, what she told me was "I'd like you to do that – but I want to look at you, and maybe even do it for you, while it's happening…"
Surprised that she'd want to (but not shocked; I had some idea of how much kids knew about sex), I just got myself straightened out next to her after we'd shared a couple of lengthy and passionate kisses. With me in position, all that was left was for Carol to get herself situated – something that took only a few moments, even when I had to help guide her leg so that she didn't knee me in the head.
Once we were in the classic '69' position, I got my first real look at the area where my hand had so recently been. As my fingertips had told me, her labia were medium-thin and soft. Slightly dark with her arousal, they were distinctly smaller and shorter than Ellens, and looked particularly tender and tasty to me. The area between them was glistening from the way my finger had been between them when I'd collected her juices, but they weren't parted enough for me to see the opening behind them. At the top of her slit, I could see her erect clitoris was about the size of a small bean, and still shiny. My first considered action was to ease the tip of my tongue between her folds and gather a sample of her essence. With the first touch of it on my tongue, I knew that I was going to enjoy what I was about to do to her: her oils were thin and light, fresh, and somehow sweet; I was looking forward to feasting on them. Then I took the opportunity to get my hands on the rounded globes of her ass, and was glad I did; they were incredibly firm, warm, and smooth. I simply had to run my hands back and forth on them, giving them occasional squeezes for quite some time.
When I resumed running my tongue between her labia, I felt Carol make her first tentative touch on my penis. I could feel as she moved it around so she could apparently look at it from all angles – including end-on, when she lifted it up. She then spent a little time checking out my balls, hefting them in her hand and (thankfully!) carefully testing their size and density. Satisfied with what she'd learned about them, she went back to checking out my cock; I had to figure she really was interested in the sciences (particularly engineering) when she felt she had to test its compression and stretching capabilities, as well as flexibility and structural characteristics. As she continued to manipulate me, I could feel myself begin to respond to her attentions. I knew she'd noticed the changes in me when she began deliberately stroking me with her hand; she kept at it until she'd gotten me about half-hard.
While she'd had her hand on me, I'd been content with collecting as much of her essence as I could on my tongue; but when she started deliberately trying to get me harder, I was glad to start trying to increase her arousal, too. I started by taking each of her labia between my lips and gently pulling on them; then moved on to softly teasing her clit with the tip of my tongue. It didn't take much of that before I noticed an increase in the amount of fluid leaking out of her vagina, and I put her clitoris on hold long enough to reacquaint my taste buds with her flavor. Having gotten such a favorable (from my perspective, anyway) response to what I'd been doing, I expanded my efforts at her clitoris by adding a little more pressure and "twiddling" it – something that earned me a deep groan as she pressed her pelvis down onto my lips.
It also seemed to be all the reason she needed to begin using her mouth on ME: when her first hesitant touch of her lips to the head of my cock didn't cause them to burst into flame, and the first brief taste of it wasn't cause for projectile vomiting, she carefully took the head into her mouth. Once she'd gotten that far, though, she seemed uncertain what to do. It took a bit before she apparently thought of trying to see if she could take what I was doing, and apply it to me. When she did, though, the wait was well worth it: she didn't seem to be the slightest bit reluctant to at least try pretty much anything, or if she couldn't do it differently. And when she began to get the kind of reaction she wanted, she'd keep at it until she figured she'd gotten it right. She was an enthusiastic and eager pupil, and I was damn lucky to be her teacher. Her initial progress was a bit slow, but progressed rapidly as she learned. As far as I was concerned, even her "mistakes" felt pretty good; so I didn't have any reason to stop what I was doing to correct her. Nor did I ever have cause to offer any kind of "suggestions" – she seemed to know that teeth weren't appropriate, and that judicious use of her saliva helped.
Still a considerable distance and time from being able to climax again, I was free to enjoy the hell out of her efforts even as I was deliberately getting her more excited, too. I was half-afraid she was going to smother me when she squealed through her nose and arched her pelvis down after I first tried to see if I could eel the tip of my tongue into her; when I put my mouth over her opening and tried to suck more of her juices out, she got the idea of trying to do the same thing to me – and damn near succeeded, just from the suction she managed to apply. For my part, I was happy to split my time between greedily licking up the juices she was presenting me with, and stimulating her into producing more of them: using my tongue to toy with her clitoris in various ways, putting my mouth over it and "milking" it with my lips or softly sucking on it (a delight when she mirrored my actions!), trying to see if I couldn't lick her labia completely clean of her oils, and so on. It was a contest that neither of us was losing, and both of us enjoyed.
I was perfectly willing to keep going as long as she was, and felt a mild disappointment when she finally let my erect cock slip from between her lips. That disappointment was quickly replaced with anticipation when I heard her tell me "I… I'm ready, Jim. I want to feel you IN me, now…"
When I pulled my face back from her mons, Carol lifted her leg so that she could turn and sit on her cute little butt, facing me. I sat up, and when we were close enough, I told her "That's fine, dear." I didn't realize I'd used the endearment until I saw the sudden smile on her face; I just smiled back before I told her "The easiest way would probably be if I stayed on my back, and you were over me so that you were the one that was in charge of how I get into you. If I'm the one on top, then it's all up to me. I'm fine with either one – I just want you to do whatever would make you the most relaxed and comfortable."
She considered it for only a moment before she asked "I'm not afraid or anything, but I'm not sure I could actually make it happen – you know, when we got to that part, if I was on top of you. But I don't want to put all this on you, either, by making you be on top of me. Is… is there any reason that I shouldn't be on my hands and knees, and you behind me? When… when I saw that movie, that was the way that looked like it felt the best, to me."
When she suggested it, I realized that there really wasn't any reason she couldn't be deflowered that way, if that was what she wanted. I even suspected that it would make it would make it marginally easier for her, since she'd said that dog-style appealed to her (and thus make her more receptive [no pun intended] to what was happening).
"Absolutely no reason at all, if that's what you want", I told her. Pleased, she leaned forward with the obvious intention of kissing me – and I welcomed the touch of her lips on mine. As it progressed, I put my hand on her hip; but when I felt her make a slight movement, did as she wanted and moved it to her breast. While I softly caressed her young mammary and gently teased her nipple, we opened our mouths and let our tongues meet and start to play again. When our lips finally separated, I could see in her eyes that she was more than ready to take the final step toward becoming a woman. Looking into her face, I told her "Carol, I'm not going to stop unless you tell me to. But I love you, and don't want to hurt you, either, so tell me if you need me to slow down or wait or do anything else that would make it easier for you. Okay?"
Pleased and reassured by what I said, she didn't hesitate to tell me "I will, Jim… honest."
After another we'd shared another brief kiss, she pivoted on her hip so that she was facing away from me before moving to her hands and knees. I quickly got to my own, and situated myself behind her after trying to memorize the sight she presented me. It took only a little adjustment before we were in position. I levered my erection down from where it was generally pointed at the ceiling, and got the head of it between the parentheses of her labia. Though I was still somewhat slick from her saliva, I still ran the head up and down a few times to get it thoroughly coated with her lubrication before bringing it to gently rest against her opening. Holding myself very still, I leaned over to softly tell her "I'm not going to do anything to force my way into you. You'll feel me pressing against you, but it's up to you to let me in."
After I heard her softly answer "I understand – and thank you", I raised back up and put one hand on her hip while using the other to hold myself in position as I carefully pushed against her wet opening. I could feel it start to give way a little, and pushed a little harder, opening her even more. But as I'd told her, I wasn't going to do anything to hurt her. Holding myself still again, I could feel as Carol got some measure of control over herself and began trying to relax to let me through. When I could feel that she'd made some progress, I eased my hips forward again so that I was a little farther into her. The two of us slowly went back and forth like that a few times before I felt the tight ring of her clamp down, pushing me back out.
She immediately started to apologize, and I interrupted her to say "No, you don't have to say anything. Something happened, and that's fine. I told you we'd take as much time as you needed and wanted, and I meant it. I'll just wait like this until I know you're ready for me to try again."
She turned to look at me over her shoulder, and her gratitude about my understanding and patience were clear on her face. I just smiled in reassurance to her, and after she'd turned her head back again, I felt her press back against me to let me know she wanted me to try again. After once more wetting myself, I again began to ease myself into her. We soon equaled our previous gains, and after several more cycles of press-and-relax, the head of my cock slipped into her. Even before she was able to complete her squeak of surprise, I'd stopped; several seconds went by as I could feel her consciously learning to accept my presence. When it seemed that she was ready again, I slowly increased the pressure I was applying so she'd have time to let me know if she wanted me to wait, or go slower. She didn't indicate that she was having any problems, so I was able to gradually slide perhaps another inch of my manhood into her before her increasing tightness around me told me I should give her some time to adjust again. After a couple of minutes, I could feel enough of a change in her that I knew it was okay to continue; when I felt her getting uncomfortable again, I stopped, and then backed out a little bit – not only to make it a little easier for her, but to make sure I kept myself properly coated with her lubrication.
Several iterations later, we could both feel it as her warm, tight sheath completely encased my erection. Both of us had been so thoroughly focused on getting my cock into her, that it wasn't until then that I realized we hadn't had to deal with the impediment of a hymen. Leaning over her again, I gently nibbled her earlobe for a few moments before quietly asking "You're okay? No pain?"
Just as softly, she answered "No, not even a little bit. Feels good, even! Why?"
"Just that I'm all the way inside you" – "Believe me, I can tell!" – "and we don't seem to have had any problems – or run into any obstructions."
It took her a second to realize what I hadn't had to stop for anything, and she turned her head to look at me before saying "I never even noticed. What happened?"
I gave the corner of her mouth (all I could reach) a quick kiss before answering "Beats me. Could have been that it just collapsed without a fight. Maybe you lost it when you were younger, or didn't even have one when you were born – sometimes that happens, too. Whatever the deal is, I don't think it's something to complain about, is it?"
That drew a smile from her before she replied "Not even a little bit! Just give me a minute, and I'll be okay for you to start moving in me, all right?"
After another kiss, I told her "Of course it's all right. Heck, I'll even give you two minutes", making her laugh.
I'm sure it was past even the "deadline" that I'd given her when I felt her lean forward a bit to slide herself a little ways off my erection, before pushing herself back onto it. After she'd done it again a couple of times – each time going a little farther – I put my hands on her hips; it took only the slightest pressure for her to agree to hold herself still so that I could be the one to start moving in her. Arching my hips back, I slid nearly my entire length out of her, then paused for a moment before again filling her with my manhood; as I did, I hear her moan her pleasure while she pressed herself back to me.
As the next few minutes passed, I carefully and gradually increased my activity until I was pistoning in and out of Carol's tight, wet channel almost constantly. As my efforts grew, so did her soft moans, groans of pleasure, and other sounds of arousal and excitement. She also continued to press herself back toward me with each thrust; there couldn't have been any doubt that she was enjoying her first sexual experience tremendously.
Looking down, I watched as the tight ring of her opening stayed clenched around me when I withdrew from her, only to disappear when I reversed direction; I also realized that the scent of her arousal was thick in the air.
Leaning forward slightly, I was able to reach around her and cup her breasts in my hands and feel their weight shift in time with the way I was thrusting into her. It also shifted the way her nipples pressing into my palms, and that prompted me to shift the way I was touching her so that instead of feeling the weight of her breasts moving, I had her hard nipples dragging across my palms – which seemed to be something that she enjoyed feeling, too. As I felt her get wetter around me in response, I figured that if that little bit of attention to the peaks of her breasts was arousing her that much more, then I had to find out what happened if I became more active about stimulating them. It took only a few seconds of rolling her nipples between my fingers, and gently pulling and pinching them for her to call out "Yes! Like that!" in encouragement for me to continue. A little bit of experimentation revealed that she particularly liked it when my touch was slightly harsher; I continued firmly teasing them and felt it as her vagina not only got wetter around me, but began a faint rhythmic tightening. It didn't take long for me to realize that the added stimulation I was applying to her dark nipples was quickly moving her toward an orgasm.
It was more than a little tiring (and awkward) to stay like that, but I wanted Carol to get as much pleasure and satisfaction as possible from her first time with a man. So despite the growing protest from my back, I remained somewhat hunched over her so that I could continue to give her what she needed to ensure she had at least ONE orgasm while we were together.
But from the way she was reacting to what I was doing, I suspected that having more than one climax wasn't going to be a problem for her: it seemed that the closer she got to an orgasm, the faster she got there. The ghostly effects I'd felt in her vagina before had gotten progressively stronger and more frequent, and I didn't figure it was going to take much more before it happened for her. That proved to be the case just a couple of minutes later, when the soft cry she started to release was transformed into a loud, deep, and guttural groan as I felt her clamp down around me – and stay clamped. It took only a moment for me to realize that I literally couldn't move in her; that what little bit of motion I could simulate was simply me sliding back and forth within my own skin. Relief, when it came, was temporary: I doubt that I'd have had time to get my erect cock out of her (if I'd wanted to, which I didn't!) in the brief time period between the end of one wave of her release, and the start of the next. I thought that I could also feel a slight decrease in the pressure of her sheath around me, but wouldn't have been willing to actually bet cash money on it.
It wasn't until the end of the third session that I was sure that the duration and intensity of the spasms were decreasing as her release tapered off. By that time, I'd released my hold on her nipples and gratefully gotten my torso vertical again, content to hold her hips as I enjoyed the pressure she was applying.
When her orgasm was all but finished, Carol's vagina relaxed its hold on me as a series of fluttering sensations that I found to be quite stimulating and erotic. She was left covered in a fine sheen of perspiration, and panting for air. The experience had plainly been a powerful one for her, but her youth and vigor kept her where she was; I couldn't help but wonder if I would have been able to do the same after going through something like that. I was happy to give her the time she needed to get herself back together so we could continue – it gave me the opportunity to slowly run my hands across every part of her that I could reach, delighting in the feel of her soft, smooth skin.
With most of the broken glass absent from my spine, I leaned over her again to get my head close to hers so I could ask "You think you're ready to go on, now?"
She turned her head to look at me, and the expression on her face almost made me laugh out loud: she plainly thought I was insane, or joking with her, and couldn't believe that I'd just asked her that question. But I saw when she suddenly realized that it was actually a valid question: that not only was I still inside her, but I was still hard and apparently ready to keep going. The transformation from the first expression to one of stunned awe was something to behold before she pulled herself together enough to answer "I am if you are!", with no small measure of eagerness in her voice.
It took a little extra stretching for both of us, but we managed to exchange a quick kiss before I moved my body back to where it had been. Still holding her hips, I started sliding myself in and out of her in small, slow motions; it didn't take long for her to let me know that she wanted me to become more active about pistoning myself through the portal of her womanhood.
I was certainly willing enough, and I was soon moving over half my cock in her at a pace that pleased both of us rather nicely. But after several minutes of that, I began to feel the effects of holding myself over Carol so I could manipulate her nipples: my back started getting not just tired, but actually sore. Thinking that it might just be a temporary thing, I tried to "work through it" – without success. It finally got to the point where I had to stop what I was doing (the LAST thing I wanted to do!) and support myself with my arms after I bent over Carol again. Regretfully, and a little embarrassed, I had to ask her "Would you mind if we changed things around? So that you were on top of me? I guess I'm getting older than I thought I was, and my back is starting to bother me…"
It took no time at all for her to answer "Of course not!", clearly concerned for me.
After I gave her cheek a grateful kiss of thanks, I slowly extracted my cock from the wet and warm confines of her pussy; once we were separated, it didn't take but a few seconds for us to get re-situated: me sitting with my back resting against the headboard, and Carol straddling my waist on her knees, facing me. That put her bust right in front of my face, and when I put my hands on her hips and got my lips wrapped around one of her nipples, she willingly held herself there long enough for me to bring the peaks of both of her mammaries to glistening points. When I pulled my head back, she gave me a pleased smile before taking my still-slick erection in her hand and lowering herself so that she was poised above it. Holding me steady, she began to settle herself onto me – taking nearly half my length in a single movement. After she'd released me and pulled her hand from between us, another downward push ended with the firm globes of her ass resting against the tops of my thighs. With me firmly embedded in her again, she didn't delay to start moving herself on me.
With us in the position we were, it was a lot easier (and more fun) for me to get my hands on her – my first target being the firm mounds of her ass, which I caressed and squeezed as she slowly bounced herself up and down on me; the feel of her ass clenching in my hands is something that I still remember, and treasure.
When I'd had my fill of that, I had a nice time caressing her body between her ass and my next target: her breasts, which were slowly gyrating (in some truly fascinating patterns) on her chest in reaction to her movements. Her hips, waist, back, thighs, sides, and pretty much everything else within range of my touch had my hands on it – repeatedly – before I gradually focused my attentions on her firm mammaries.
My touches on her body had added no small amount of pleasure to the arousal and desire that Carol had been feeling, so by the time my hands were on her breasts, she had gone from the longer and slower movements she'd started with to a pattern of smaller motions that only had about a quarter of my cock moving in her – but letting her shift herself on it more quickly. More comfortable and without the distraction of having to hold myself over her, I was able to more fully appreciate the way she felt: how warm and wet and tight she was around me, and the delightful sensations that combination were creating as she continued her self-impalement. It was enough, even, that I could feel myself finally starting to edge closer and closer to my own release with her.
Despite the fun I was having with her breasts in my hands, and my mouth and lips on them, I decided that if I was going to have the kind of climax I fully expected she would bring me, I was damn well going to go out with a bang by helping HER have one she'd never forget, either.
Reluctantly, but knowing it was for the greater good, I reassigned one of my hands from duty at her breast and sent it off on a special mission: to find the area between her thighs, locate her clitoris, and apply just enough of the right kinds of attention to it to ensure that when I climaxed, she would, too – as hard and powerfully as could be managed.
Once released to its mission, my hand moved slowly but steadily downward. After a brief liaison of teasing her navel, it ultimately found itself in the target area. It took only a brief search to locate the objective, and my fingertips carefully examined the area for possible resources to use once contact was made. With the discovery that she was fairly leaking her woman's juices, a plan was formed to accomplish the mission. Once everything was in place, and with the target blithely unaware of what was to come, the assault began…
After wetting the pad of my finger with the overflow of her oils, I got it positioned so that it made only the lightest contact with her clitoris as she rocked her hips back and forth to slide herself of and on my cock. Even that faint touch was enough to cause a noticeable increase in her arousal, and I ever so slowly increased the level of pressure that I applied to her tender nubbin while making sure to keep my fingertip well-lubricated with her essence. When the contact between my finger and her clitoris was at the proper firmness, I started moving it from side to side – slowly, and only a little at first, but again patiently extending my efforts until she began to slow and minimize HER movements to try and maintain the contact. That was what I'd been waiting for, and when the time was right, I was able to begin making small and slow thrusts up into her as I continued to twiddle my finger across the fleshy pearl at the top of her cleft. Able to hold still while experiencing the dual stimulation of having her clitoris teased and feeling me pressing myself up into her with progressively longer and faster strokes, Carols excitement increased even faster, and to higher and higher levels. Her face and neck were already pink with the blush of her arousal; as I continued my nefarious plan, I watched as it deepened, and expanded to include the upper part of her chest. Her breathing was coming more and more quickly, and the sounds she made took on a distinctly erotic and lusty tone. Patiently and deliberately, I slowed my actions in proportion to the frequency and strength of the clenching I could feel happening in her vagina – carefully drawing out the time it would take until she found her release, and consciously amplifying the effects when it happened.
She was practically dripping, and making small frustrated whimpering noises when I finally had "mercy" on her. Feeling the stirring in my balls that told me my own climax was imminent, I thrust myself up into her hard and fast as I suddenly applied a firm pressure to her clit and began "vibrating" my finger on it.
Her attempt to scream her pleasure was cut off by the power of what seemed to be almost a convulsion as her young body was overwhelmed by the power of her release. I knew that I'd had the desired effect on her when it wasn't until a couple of her spasms had passed that I was even able to release the first wad of my jism into the pussy that had been clenched so tightly around me as to prevent it from happening until then.
When she felt me begin to flood her insides with my cum, Carols eyes flew open and she again tried to cry out – and again had her voice cut off by the sudden, more powerful, spasm that overtook her. The increased force of her vaginal reaction also served to increase the pleasure and intensity I was experiencing, as well.
My own climax had finally ended, and I was watching her closely when I saw that she was about to lose the ability to hold herself upright on me. I quickly took her into my arms, and was able to guide her forward to rest against my chest and get her head onto my shoulder when it happened. I expect that several minutes went by before I heard her softly tell me "Please… don't ever do that to me again. It was fucking incredible, but I don't ever want to go through anything like that again, either", her voice hoarse.
I was trying to figure out whether I should continue to hold her, or get her something to drink, when a small motion caught my eye – and when I looked, I saw that Ellen had joined us somewhere along the line. Looking closely, I could see that she was easily as aroused and excited as she'd been when I'd been with her: her breasts were visibly tight, with her areolas crinkled and nipples long and hard; between her thighs, her labia were plainly evident, and dark with her desire. The area between them was shiny with her wetness – some of which had apparently gone on to be soaked up by the small towel she'd thoughtfully placed under herself.
When she saw me looking at her, Ellen gave a small start, and blushed slightly before looking at me in expectation. Rather than disturb Carol by reminding her that her mother had been there to watch as she'd not only given up her virginity, but gone on to have a couple of fairly powerful orgasms, I simply used one hand to mime something to drink and eat to Ellen before pointing at both Carol and myself. When she nodded her understanding, I mouthed "Thank you" to her, and she just waved it away before quietly getting up and leaving my bedroom.
She returned just a couple of minutes later bearing a small tray with a few sodas and a couple of sandwiches on it; looking to see which way Carol was facing, she set it within reach for me on the other side before heading for the bathroom. A few moments later, she reappeared with a towel and the washcloth we'd used before, which she'd apparently dampened again. I smiled my thanks, and she returned it before going back to where she'd been sitting.
With the requisite supplies at hand, I carefully got Carol turned enough that I could take the washcloth and use it to wipe her face – something that seemed to refresh her quite a bit. Next, I grabbed the soda that Ellen had apparently opened in the kitchen, and brought it up to Carols lips. I carefully helped her take a few sips from it before she indicated it was enough for the moment, then took a healthy swallow from it myself.
In somewhat improved shape, Carol was able to look at me as she said "I wanted my first time to be with someone that would be patient and gentle with me, and you were as perfect as I could have dreamed. I never imagined that I'd actually be able to have orgasms when it happened, though. Then to have something like those…!"
I gently hugged her, and kissed the tip of her nose (delighting her), before answering "Carol, I did the things I did because I care about you, and wanted you to KNOW that I care. You're smart, intelligent, brave, and a whole lot of other good things in addition to being as pretty and sexy as you are. All I did, really, was treat you the way I know you deserve for being the person that you are – I didn't do anything special or different just for you. I'm genuinely honored that you would want to give yourself to me this first time, and from what you just said, I'm glad that I was able to make it as special for you as you are to me."
I could see tears starting to form in her eyes from her happiness at what I'd just said, and quickly told her "No, don't start crying – unless you want to see ME start doing it, too!", trying to draw a smile from her. It worked, and she managed to blink back her tears as she did.
I offered her the soda again, and she was feeling better enough to hold it herself – though with both hands. I opened another one one-handed and took possession of it for myself. After she'd had a few more sips of hers, she was comfortable about using just one hand, and I asked if she was hungry. She was, and gratefully accepted the cheese sandwich I offered her. I latched onto the other one, and the two of us sat quietly as we dealt with our food and drink. Once both of us were finished, she let me take the empty can and set it back on the tray with mine; when she moved to get herself a little more comfortable, she realized that my softened cock was still in her. Shortly on the heels of that, she remembered that I'd emptied myself in her, and that there were going to be Things to Deal With when I finally slipped out of her. I could tell when it happened by the blush I saw creep up into her face, and gave her another hug and kiss before saying "It's okay, Carol, there's nothing to be embarrassed about. That's just what happens when two people care about each other enough to share themselves with each other. Would you rather we hadn't done what we had to end up like this?"
She gave a small shake of her head before answering "No, not at all. I'd just forgotten, is all." With that, she also remembered that she'd watched as Ellen had dealt with it – as well as when and where. She quickly turned her head to look around, and quickly spotted her mother sitting quietly, and naked, in the same spot as she'd been in not too long before.
Before she could say anything, Ellen spoke up to tell her "It's okay, dear. There's nothing for you to be ashamed or embarrassed about. I'm just glad to see that you were able to enjoy yourself as much as I could see you did. I could tell that Jim was doing right by you, and making you as happy as he made ME feel. Now you understand how and why I forgot about you being there when I was with him! Just stay there and let him hold you as long as you want – everything is just FINE."
Spotting the tray and towel, and washcloth I'd used, Carol told her mother "Thanks for bringing us this stuff, Mom. It felt so good when he was holding me, and you getting this let us stay like that."
Smiling, Ellen answered "I was happy to do it, dear, after you helped US the way you did."
With that, Carol rested herself against me again, letting me hold her in my arms as she sighed her contentment.
Several minutes passed before Carol and I could both feel that my cock had finally shrunk enough that I'd uncork from her at any moment. I could hear the resignation in her voice when she told me "I suppose we'd better get ready, instead of putting things off until it actually happens."
"I think you're probably right", I answered before carefully (!) reaching over to grab the towel. Carol took it from me, and just as carefully got it refolded to suit her wishes. After she'd pulled away from me a little bit, I told her "If you want to, you can just move next to me, and I'll be glad to stay with you for however long you want."
Pleased, she nodded her agreement before counting down "3… 2… 1… now!" and lifting herself up and getting the towel between her legs in a single quick movement. That accomplished, she didn't have to rush as she got herself off of me, and then seated where she could lean against my side. I put my arm around her, and when she turned her head my way, softly kissed her on the lips. She happily kissed me back before taking the washcloth in her hand and telling me "Now it's my turn to clean you off – and I know why Mom said that she was glad to do it, 'cause that's how I feel too… like this is something I can do to show you I appreciate how good and happy you made me feel" before calmly using it to clean my cock and balls of our combined (mostly mine, but some of hers) juices. When Carol was done, Ellen didn't hesitate to get up from where she was and come to collect it, then take it into the bathroom where we could hear as she rinsed it out. When she was satisfied, she simply came back into the bedroom and took her seat again.
I was content to sit there with Carol against my side, and my arm around her, for the several minutes that silently passed before she told me "I… I'd like to clean up with you, but would it be okay if I was in the bathroom alone first?"
"Of course it would", I assured her. "What do you need? Ten minutes? Twenty?", I asked, teasing her.
Knowing that was what I was doing, she gave me a You Know I'm Just Putting Up With You, Don't You? look before answering "No, just a couple, is all" before getting up and heading that direction. I was entranced with watching her ass as she walked, and regretted the short journey she had to make. When she'd closed the door behind herself, Ellen got up and came over to sit on the edge of the bed before telling me "Thank you, Jim, for making it easy – and pleasurable! – for her to lose her virginity. It actually makes me envious of her, a little, that it was so nice and good for her. I could see that you were doing everything you could to help her enjoy it, and what you were doing with her got me so excited… particularly there at the end when I could tell that you were trying to make it as good as you could for her. After something like that I don't think she's going to have any interest in being with any of the boys at school. Or even college, unless they're a whole lot different now than when I went. You've done everything either of us could have wanted, and done it in a way that I know that both of us will always remember with gratitude and happiness."
Before I could answer, the bathroom door unlatched, letting me (us) know that Carol was ready for me to join her for a shower. Ellen just smiled and told me "No, you don't have to say anything; just go on in there and have as much fun with her as WE had."
Taking Ellen's hand in mine, I gave it a small kiss before releasing it and doing as she'd told me to. The shower that Carol and I shared was easily as affectionate and fun as the one I'd enjoyed with her mother, differing only in the details of the literal and figurative grab-ass along the way.
When Carol and I got out of the bathroom, we found that Ellen had taken the opportunity to get dressed again – but when I told them that either or both of them were welcome to stay the night, they only had to share a brief look before she quickly got herself nude again, then called Beth to let her know not to expect them until the next morning.
We spent the rest of the evening with one or both of them cuddling with me as we talked about a wide range of different things. Neither of them indicated any possessiveness or jealousy, and both were a delight to have next to me. When it came time for us to go to sleep, both were perfectly fine with the idea of all three of us sharing my bed; it was Ellen that silently indicated that I should spoon with Carol at my front. I wasn't bashful about holding Carols breast, and she covered my hand with her own before releasing a happy sigh.
The next morning, Carol learned that the events of the previous evening hadn't been without cost with the discovery that having me inside her had left her a trifle sore – but adamant that not only didn't it actually hurt, but that she was happy that it reminded her of what had happened. When Ellen and I shared a few kisses, and things started heating up between us, Carol quietly left us to ourselves as we discovered a few minutes later. That was all Ellen needed to ask if I'd make love with her again; something I was quite happy to agree to. To my surprise, Ellen had decided that giving oral sex was worth at least trying after seeing Carols willingness and enthusiasm. I enjoyed the teaching experience again, and was glad to be able to bring her to a fairly powerful climax before we moved on to other things. We closed out the experience with Ellen bouncing her way to an orgasm on my cock as I teased her nipples and clitoris; the resulting climaxes were deep and intense for both of us.
After an abbreviated and playful cleanup, we were still naked when we left the bedroom and discovered that Carol had made coffee, and was just waiting for us before she started breakfast. When we'd all finished, Ellen was adamant about dealing with the leftovers and dishes, shooing Carol and I out of the kitchen – and didn't exhibit even the slightest concern when she was done and came into the living room to find her daughter on my lap, and that I was tenderly molesting her. Carol was content to stay where she was (and molest me back) as we all conversed with each other. It wasn't until almost noon that Ellen pointed out that it was probably best if they went back to their hotel before Beth decided she had better call the police, or send out a search party. Carol reluctantly got off my lap, feigning not to notice when I played with her butt for a little bit before the two of them went back into my bedroom to get dressed. I didn't expect that they'd mind if I watched, but opted to stay where I was so they could have some time to talk to each other before they left. They stayed in the living room while I got dressed; once all of us were ready to be seen in public, both wanted to say their "real" goodbyes before we left.
When we'd gotten our clothing back to where it was supposed to be, we loaded ourselves into my car and I got them back to their hotel. Carol had the passenger seat, and didn't mind having me playing with her thigh under the dress she was wearing as I drove. Standing in front of the lobby to the hotel, both gave me polite kisses to the cheek while taking the opportunity to tell me again how I'd made them feel, and thanking me. I returned the kisses and sentiments the same way. I waited until I saw them safely in the lobby before getting into my car and heading home for some much needed rest.
Late the following morning, I got a call to go to their hotel; I wasn't surprised to see that all three of them were there and obviously ready to head back home, since their luggage was neatly stacked with them. I got everything and everyone into my rig, and headed for the train station. I maintained my "public" persona with them, but noticed that Beth was looking at me with an expression that seemed to be a mixture of awe and disbelief. When I looked at Carol and Ellen, I could see that both had noticed it, as well – and were quietly amused. Indirectly, Ellen let me know that they'd had to explain themselves (and what had happened) to Beth; with that, I understood the look on her face, and felt my own amusement. At the train station, I got their luggage transferred to a handler while Beth took care of getting their tickets. She got back just before Carol and Ellen again thanked me for everything I'd done… and gave me kisses that left no doubt about how sincere they were. From there, the three of them disappeared into the darkness of the terminal…
School had been in session again for maybe a month when I got a letter in the mail from an unfamiliar address. When I opened it, I saw that it was from Ellen and Carol.
Ellen's part, the first couple of pages, told me that after being with me, she'd decided that she should start "getting out" more – and met a couple of nice men her age. Nothing serious had developed, but she thought that things would get that way with one or the other of them before long. She went on to tell me that she'd come to see the problem I'd mentioned, and thanked me for helping her know that it was a problem.
Carols contribution (on different stationery) was to say that after experiencing what being close to someone was supposed to be like, she'd discovered that when the kids at school had started trying to pick up where they'd left off, she was able to deal with it better – that the person they were trying to go after simply wasn't her, and so didn't bother her the way it had. She also told me that she'd told the couple of close friends she had what had happened (minus any incriminating details), not only impressing them mightily, but effectively squashing the ringleaders of the crew that had been bothering her: that she'd had such a satisfactory introduction to sex from an older man had left the others knowing what they'd missed out on by making themselves as easy and available as they had. She told me that there was a guy that was interested in her, and that she liked him; he was a little bit nerdy, but that was okay – she figured he was a big improvement over the ones that the 'easy' girls liked to hang out with.
Both of them also made a point of telling me how much they'd enjoyed not only the time we'd spent together at my place, but simply getting to know me. They also said that after listening to what I had to say, and what I thought about things, they also had a different perspective; that they were learning that there were different ways of handling life than the ones they'd always used before.
I wrote back, and told them (separately, even to using two different types of paper) that it was nice to hear from them, and that I was glad that things were working out so well for them. I said that I was happy to have met them, too, and that it was good to hear that I'd been able to help as much as I had. I closed out by telling each of them that I would always remember her with fondness.
I never heard from them again, but I don't have any doubt that their lives after that were happy, and full; mine certainly was from having met them.